Page 54 of Moonlit Thorns

He continues to stand until his full height is towering behind me. “Last chance.”

I look over my shoulder at him and find his eyes in the mask. “I’m not going anywhere.”

His jaw tenses, and I hear him curse over the music before he steps away and over to the table. When he returns, he trails something up my leg slowly until it reaches my ass cheek, then he repeats the motion on the other side.

He does it a bunch of times, and I relax into the sensation, letting my head loll forward. Without warning, there’s a stinging sensation against my right ass cheek, then my left. I moan, but no one hears it over the music. Again, he hits me on the ass. Slowly, the burning sensation turns into a pleasurable warmth, not only on my ass cheeks but between my thighs.

If I had to guess, he’s using a flogger because while it’s painful, it’s not excruciating. He continues whipping me with the leather until my ass burns, then he moves his efforts to the backs of my thighs, which somehow feel more sensitive than my ass did.

Though my legs are spread, and I’m in restraints, the tingling between my legs intensifies, and I swivel my hips side to side, wanting what I don’t know, just knowing I want more.

Asher leans in close and says in my ear, “You like that?”

I nod enthusiastically. “Yes, sir.”

He groans low in his throat. I feel the heat from his bare chest radiating onto my back. “Do you need more?”

“Yes, sir.”

One of his hands grazes over my ass cheek, and I automatically push my ass out, wanting more. I hear him chuckle low in my ear before he steps away. He continues with the flogger, and when he stops minutes later, I’m a panting, sweating mess. I’ve never felt this needy, this desperate for relief.

Asher first undoes my feet from the restraints, then my hands. I groan as I lower my hands, and the blood rushes back into them. Before I can even get my bearings, he whips me around to face the audience. I was so absorbed in what Asher was doing to me, I forgot they were even here.

But now I see all the masked faces pointed in our direction. Some people fondle each other, some are fondling themselves as they watch us. Rather than be creeped out, it gives me a boost of confidence.

“Are you ready to give everyone a show, pet?” Asher says it loudly enough that it can be heard over the music, and I suspect this is more for them than it is for me.

“Yes, sir.”

He bands his arm across my chest and dips his hand down the front of my leather underwear. When his large finger crests over my clit, I nearly explode. My breathing grows labored the more he works me, and I squirm in his arms, unable to stay still. As I crest the mountain of my orgasm, he pulls his hand away.

He leans into my ear. “No one here is going to have the privilege of seeing you come except me.”

He spins me again and uses one hand to apply pressure to my shoulder so that I end up on my knees in front of him. His hard length stretches the leather of his pants, and my tongue comes out of my mouth of its own accord, flitting across my bottom lip.

“Stay on your knees and place your palms on your thighs.” I do as he says while he watches me through his mask with intense eyes. “Don’t move your hands from where they are. Otherwise, you’re going back on that cross, and I won’t be as lenient the second time. Understand?”

I nod. “Yes, sir.”

Gaze still on me, he brings his hands to his pants, undoes the button, and then slowly lowers the zipper until his cock is on display.

My first thought, stupid as it is, is that this is a real man’s cock. It’s thick and veined and perfect in its architecture—as if Michelangelo himself sculpted it. I glance at Asher’s face and see the self-satisfied smirk on his lips.

His hands thread into the hair on either side of my head, and he pulls me forward until I’m millimeters from the end of his rigid length. “Put your tongue on it.”

I inch forward and lick the base of his tip. His cock twitches. Because I like that reaction, I do it again, only this time I lean farther down and run my tongue from the base all the way up to the tip.

“Put it in your mouth. Just the tip.”

I watch him as I wrap my lips around the end and suck gently.

His eyes close under his mask for a moment before they lock with mine. “Again.”

I suck again. And again. The space between my thighs buzzes with arousal, and I wish more than anything that I could take care of myself while I do this.

“You like this, don’t you?”

I pull my mouth off of him. “Yes, sir.”

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