“You just what, baby?” His hand cups my jaw, to force me to look at him. His hands are rough—working man’s hands—and I love how the friction feels against my skin.
“I want to touch you, too.”
“There’ll be time for that later. I like you at my mercy.” The corners of his lips turn up in a wicked grin. I swear his eyes even twinkle.
My breath catches in my throat. He’s so handsome. And Oh. My. God. He just made it even worse. He’s still wearing the smirk as he reaches behind his head and pulls his T-shirt off, just like in one of my books. Good gravy.
It’s the first time I’m seeing him without a shirt, and hello, pecs. His muscles have muscles. I guess chopping wood is excellent for upper-body building.
“Like what you see, Raindrop?”
No way can I talk without making a complete fool of myself, so I nod and hope I’m not drooling.
He gifts me yet another smirk. Because, of course, he does. Then reaches for something on the nightstand. As he does, his shoulder and upper arm muscles flex, and the veins in his forearms stand out. Goosebumps pop up along my arms, and my nipples harden. Thankfully, he didn’t strip me bare; they’re still hidden under my bra and T-shirt.
Asher could be the new Fabio. But wait, then I’d have to share him, and I don’t think I’d like that. As I watch, he gathers his long hair behind his head and turns it into a man bun. By now, I’m so needy for him, I’m sure the bed is wet beneath me.
“Can’t have it getting in the way while I’m feasting on you, now can I?” He waggles his eyebrows. “Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to put the plug in this beautiful ass, then I’m going to eat you out. But you’re not allowed to come. If you do, I won’t let you come for two days. Do you understand, baby?”
Even as I’m nodding yes, my brain is yelling no. Not allowed to come when he’s the first person to ever put his tongue on me. How the heck am I supposed to stop that?”
“Good girl. I’m going to push your legs up so I can insert the plug. Tell me if your ankle hurts.”
“I will.” I’m practically panting and he hasn’t even touched me. How the freaking frack will I keep from coming?
Asher pours some lube on his finger and moves my legs up with his other hand, so they’re near my stomach. I clench. I can’t help it. A swat hits the side of my thigh.
“Relax, Raindrop. If you tighten up, it will be worse.”
He’s got to be kidding, right? My panic is growing, but then his finger enters my butthole. Nerve endings fire that I never knew existed, and holy cow.
Asher works his finger into my hole. It’s thick, but I’ve seen the plug he’s going to use, and that’s thicker. He twists his finger, spreading the lube around. It shouldn’t feel this good. Even as I tell myself that, more wetness slips out of me. God. He’s going to know.
He chuckles, then says, “Looks like my baby enjoys anal play. Good to know.” Then he pushes his finger deeper and pumps it a few times.
I’m trying not to make a sound, but a groan escapes.
He pulls his finger out and lubes up the metal plug. “I want you to take a deep breath. As I push the plug in, let it out. Okay? I need to hear your words.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
Darn, those words are going to be the death of me. Then my mind empties of everything except for the sensation of the plug entering my most private hole.
“Breathe, Em.”
I didn’t even realize I was holding it. With my mouth open, I exhale, and feel the plug push against my tight ring. Asher twists it, and I try breathing out more as he pushes the widest part inside. It pinches more than hurts, but I don’t like it. It’s too full.
“I’ll be right back. Just going to wash my hands. I’d tell you to not to move, but my little Raindrop is all trussed up. You look so beautiful tied to my bed, your butt stuffed with my plug. One day soon, it will be my cock buried inside your tight little ass.” Meeting my gaze, he winks, then laughs as he steps into the bathroom.
More heat floods my face. I’m restrained, and stuffed, and at his mercy. If someone had told me two days ago that I’d be in this position, I’d have told them they’d lost their mind. But here I am, waiting for my first punishment and trying not to spontaneously combust.
thirteen
Asher
The combined expression of desire and fear on my Raindrop’s face fuels my need. I crawl onto the bed until I’m poised between her spread thighs. She smells enticing. The scent of spring rain mixed with a musk that’s all hers. Her bare pussy is already dripping for me. Not coming is going to be a struggle for her, but if I didn’t say I hope she fails so I can punish her some more, I’d be lying.
