Page 64 of Lock Up the Darkness

I jolted as screams tore through the quiet.

Yelling followed.

Then groaning, and something else I couldn’t quite decipher without context.

I continued my approach cautiously, employing a trick from part of my training to walk as quietly as possible in order to mask my presence.

A confusing mix of pained and pleasurable moans sounded as I got close.

Asher’s voice reached me, a low rumble.

“Good boy, choke it down.”

More groans and spluttering, followed by a crack and a muffled pained whine.

Just as I reached the door, a soft thud had me darting back as something hit the door jam.

I looked to see a bullwhip now on the ground, blood slicking the leather ends.

Apprehension and caution gave way to some sort of sick curiosity and I was easing around it and then stepping into the open doorway in the next moment.

My breath caught in my throat as I took in the scene inside.

There Jonah was on all fours, all that bulk, muscle, and ink writhing, his arms shaking as he held his palms flat to the floor. His back was dripping with bloodied stripes, cutting right through a vibrant tattoo of a stunning dragon in vibrant blue and black hues, eating a heart with a crown. The marks were clearly from the whip. His ass was facing the door and humping wildly as the neck of a liquor bottle was being rammed in and out of it mercilessly.

By none other than Asher.

He stood over him, holding him in a vicious grip by the tie wrapped around his throat while he force-fed Jonah his cock, his hips jackhammering into his mouth, making him choke and splutter.

Unlike Jonah, he wasn’t naked, instead wearing one of his go-to black dress shirts, with his jeans just pushed down to his thighs so his cock was free to use and abuse Jonah.

He raised his head and our gazes clashed, startling me.

His normally silver eyes were black with lust and no small amount of savagery.

He didn’t stop or even ease up now that he’d seen me there, inadvertently interrupting.

It was the direct opposite, seeming to drive him on harder.

He released the tie and fisted his hand in Jonah’s hair, ripping him off his cock.

His very impressive cock.

He smirked at my wide-eyed reaction.

As Jonah gulped in much-needed air, while choking, saliva dripping down his chin, Asher used his hold on his head to shove his face into his balls. “Eat.”

I sank back against the wall as I watched Jonah dive in like an animal, slathering all over Asher’s balls. Licking, swirling, sucking, and even biting.

Asher kept his composure through it, the only sign that it was pleasing him being his uneven breathing.

He didn’t stop thrusting the bottle in and out of Jonah’s ass for a moment.

And then he abruptly shifted the angle and Jonah threw his head back and roared out his pleasure, his thick, muscular thighs trembling as Asher alternated between thrusting and vicious twists over and over.

He rammed his cock back down Jonah’s throat, making him gurgle.

Jonah humped the floor, his cock chafing along the marble, completely losing it.

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