Page 69 of Moonlit Thorns

The way his eyelids dip in response every time I call him sir makes my core ache.

I do as he says, standing in front of the mirror. I’m not certain what he’s doing, but I think I can hear him opening and closing drawers in his closet. When I hear him walk into the bathroom, my instinct is to turn and look at him, but I force myself to remain eyes forward. He told me to look at myself in the mirror, and I want to please him, so that’s what I’ll do.

Asher stands behind me, and because of our height difference, I can clearly see his face over mine in the mirror. It’s not until this moment that I see what seems to have been so obvious to him from the beginning—our age difference.

He is every part the mature, virile man. With no makeup on and having just woken up, I look like a child in comparison.

I watch as he takes the weight of my breasts in his hands, squeezing gently. Then he uses each thumb and forefinger to pinch my nipples, pulling them out from my body, and I moan. It’s impossible not to, the sensation is so seductive.

Letting one hand drop, he reaches into the pocket of his lounge pants and pulls out something. He holds on to one end while the other dangles, and I realize it’s a pair of nipple clamps joined together by a chain.

“Do you want me to put these on you, Anabelle?”

I nod and lick my lips. “Yes, sir.” My voice is breathy and wanton, nearly desperate.

Jesus, he’s barely laid a hand on me, and already I’m like a cat in heat.

Using the mirror as his guide, as well as looking over my shoulder, he attaches the first clamp to my right nipple. I groan deep in my throat. It’s a weird mixture of pleasure and pain, discomfort and relief. When he attaches the clamp to my left nipple, my breathing picks up.

Asher leans in, running his tongue up the column of my neck and biting lightly on my earlobe before he tugs on the chain dangling between my breasts. I cry out—not from pain, but because the sensation is overwhelming.

“I’m gonna ride you hard. You okay with that?” he says into my ear.

“Yes, sir.” Just do it already, I want to scream. The space between my thighs is buzzing, and I’m desperate for relief.

“I might fill you full of my seed, or I might come all over your ass. Any preference?” He tugs on the chain again, a little harder now, and sensation zips through me like a lightning bolt.

“No, sir. No preference.”

“Get up on the counter. Kneel on it facing the mirror. We’re both going to watch while I pound into you.”

I have to bite back a groan.

The expanse of the counter is long, so I don’t have an issue finding space to fit me, but I have to bite back a cry due to how cold it is against the front of my shins.

Asher yanks my hips back until my ass is perched over the edge, and my feet hang over the lip of the counter. “I want your eyes on us the entire time. Got it? You look away or close your eyes, and I stop.”

I nod. “Yes, sir.”

“Don’t disappoint me.” Then he plunges inside me in one solid stroke.

Chapter

Thirty

ASHER

Those first few seconds after I slip inside Anabelle’s pussy must be what heaven feels like. That’s the only thought running through my mind as I rut into her like a wild beast.

Gone are the lingering shadows from my nightmares last night. Gone are the tendrils of the past trying to wrap around me. In their place is Anabelle, who is full of life and light and everything I’ll never be and will never deserve.

And I’m a selfish enough bastard to take what I can get while I can.

She does as instructed, keeping her gaze steady on the two of us. Her tits bounce with every thrust inside her body, the chain between the clamps dangling. I know that by now her nipples will be somewhat numb, so I tug on the chain again. She cries out and looks as though she might close her eyes but stops herself at the last second.

Her ass looks so perfect hanging over the edge of the counter. Like an offering just for me.

“Next time I’m going to fuck your ass like this. Would you like that, pet?”

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