Page 80 of Moonlit Thorns

Asher nods and turns to me, saying directly into my ear, “Why don’t you go to my private room, and I’ll meet you there in a minute? You remember where it is?”

I nod.

“Okay, take off your underwear and leave it on the bed.”

“Yes, sir,” I say before walking away.

I go into the room, which looks much the same as it did before, and do as he says, removing my panties and leaving them on the mattress. I take a seat on the edge of the bed and wait. As the minutes tick by, the anticipation rises and I grow wet.

Finally, the door opens, and Asher walks in. His gaze diverts to the bed, where he sees my white lace panties. He smirks, and it’s such a sexy smirk that I want it between my thighs.

“Stand up.” His voice is sharp, like a knife’s edge.

I bolt up from the mattress.

“Go stand at the corner at the foot of the bed.”

I do, and he moves over to the chest of drawers and grabs a pair of handcuffs with a chain between them. My nipples pebble under the thin fabric of my dress.

He must notice, because his gaze dips, and he licks his lips. “Put your hands above your head.”

I raise my hands, and he positions me so that my spine is lined up with the post at the corner of the four-poster bed. Because of my position, my chest sticks out, and when he puts the handcuffs on my right wrist, our chests brush. It’s the slightest of touches, but it makes my breath catch.

I can’t see what he’s doing, but I hear the chain moving against metal. Then the other handcuff is fastened around my left wrist. On instinct, I try to pull my hands down but find that I’m not able to.

I really am at Asher’s mercy. Why does that make me so hot?

He leans in and gently removes my mask. “It’s just us. I want to be able to see all of you.”

Asher probably didn’t mean for it to come off as sweet, but it does.

Then he lifts his mask so it sits on top of his head, and he leans in and kisses me. It’s drugging and makes my legs feel wobbly. When he pulls away, I make a small sound of protest in the back of my throat, and he chuckles against my neck.

Trailing his tongue down, he eventually reaches my breasts. He tongues my nipple over the fabric then sucks it into his mouth. When he pulls away, the fabric is wet, and I can see my nipple through it. He repeats the motion on my other breast until both my nipples are turgid peaks.

I rub my thighs together, desperate to relieve some of the pressure building there. He chuckles and leans in, taking my nipple in his warm mouth again and trailing his fingers down between the pieces of fabric and delving into my folds. He lightly runs them over my clit, and I arch my hips, greedy for more. He doesn’t say anything, keeping his fingers still and letting me set the pace with the movement of my hips. My breathing picks up, and I increase my pace, getting close, but then he pulls his fingers away.

I cry out.

“Spread your legs.” He doesn’t miss a beat, and his voice leaves zero room for argument, so I do what he says even though right now, I want to squeeze my legs together.

He drops to his knees in front of me and leans in, centering his nose at the apex of my thighs and inhaling deep.

God, it’s so dirty, but somehow I love it.

“Have you ever heard of orgasm control?” He looks up at me from below.

I shake my head, though I can infer what it means by the name.

“I’m not going to let you come until I want you to. It might seem frustrating, but trust me when I tell you that the payoff will be worth it.”

I watch as he spreads my legs even farther, hiking one leg over his shoulder, and leans in to lick me. He sucks on my clit and fucks my opening with his tongue, but he doesn’t use his hands. It’s enough to drive me mad because while it feels phenomenal, he’s being sure not to give me enough to get me there. Just when I’m about ready to beg, he stands up and walks back over to the chest of drawers.

Panting, I watch as he opens the second one down and pulls something from it, then he walks it over to me. When he gets closer, and I can make it out in the dim light, I see that it’s a leather collar with a stainless steel ring in the middle.

“Do you know what this is?” he asks.

“Yes.” I’ve read enough BDSM to know.

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