I quickly undo his pants and pull them down along with his boxers. There is no lead-up. No foreplay. I simply grab his flaccid cock and start sucking. It doesn’t take long for it to grow in my mouth.
“Make her choke on it,” Adlet calls out.
I hate that he is watching. He is dictating and directing this moment.
Asher’s hand caresses my face before he starts to fuck my throat. I let him. I take every punishing moment until he pulls away, his breathing labored.
He helps me stand before pulling my face close.
“We can stop. We don’t have to.”
I push him back until he hits the pool table that was pushed off to the side for the fighting pit. I can still hear the men around us saying nasty things, but I block them out.
In this moment, I can only focus on Asher. It’s the only thing getting me through this right now.
“I want to,” I admit.
It’s not a lie. I have developed feelings for Asher over the last couple of months. It might be some form of Stockholmsyndrome, but he has become the only thing that feels safe to me. I have even started thinking about him in ways I didn’t want to, but my body responded to it nonetheless.
“Don’t lie to me,” Asher whispers.
“I’m not. I want you, Asher. I want this. I want us. He might be forcing our hand, but this is consensual. You’re not taking anything from me. I am giving it to you freely, and I plan to enjoy it as much as I can.”
He swallows hard. “I’ll follow your lead then.”
I climb onto his lap, pulling my dress aside before placing his hand on my hip.
Now I know why they gave me a skimpy dress with no underwear. To make shit like this easier for them.
I can only hope that either Asher can keep winning or I get rescued soon.
“Let’s put on a show,” I whisper to him. “Fuck me hard. The way they would.”
I pull back and see the conflict in his eyes as I lower myself onto his cock. It hurts since I’m not well lubricated, but there was no way I was going to attempt to help that situation in a room full of disgusting men. I’ll take the burn.
Slowly, I start to ride Asher. He lets me, but we aren’t selling it. He needs to be one of them.
I growl under my breath, “Asher, sell it.”
He glares at me before he turns me, laying me back on the table. Then he starts to fuck me like he really means it. His hand slides up the middle of my body until it’s on my neck. Then he squeezes.
I can hear men yelling. I can see them trying to get closer, but Asher demands my attention with that one hand. He doesn’t let me move my head even an inch. His eyes lock on mine as he ruts into me. I can feel my body responding to him. I can almost imagine it’s just two people who want to fuck. I feel my bodygive in to the pleasure he is attempting to give me. With his free hand, he reaches between us and circles my clit. It has me coming, my eyes falling to the back of my head.
I feel him jerk inside of me before he pulls me up, not giving me time to recover.
“I fucked her with you present. Can I go fuck her the way I want to now?”
Adlet laughs.
“By all means. You sure earned her.”
Without another word, he has me up over his shoulder as he carries me out of the room. I have no idea where we are going, but when he finally sets me down, he looks me deep in my eyes and makes me a promise.
“I’m getting you out of here.”
“Aspen, talk to me. Please. Fuck.”
I come back to myself in the middle of the hallway, sitting on the floor.
