Page 81 of Moonlit Thorns

“This is a play collar.” His eyes seem to darken, turning the color of a stormy ocean.

“It means that I’ll be your sub tonight.”

He nods. “I want to collar you, Anabelle, but I need to know that you want it too.”

I nod vigorously. “I want it.”

His smile screams satisfaction. “Turn around.”

I try to turn in place, expecting some resistance from the handcuffs, but I’m able to turn without a problem. I look up and see that the chain between the handcuffs is linked through an iron ring at the top of the bedpost. There’s enough slack that I can turn all the way around if I want.

There’s movement behind me, then the shuffling of material. When Asher steps up behind me, it’s clear he’s taken off the bottom half of his costume because the hard press of his cock presses against my back. He slides my hair over one shoulder, then his hands come around and wrap the collar around my neck, fastening it at the back. There’s an intimacy I wasn’t expecting.

“There,” he says into my ear. “Now you’re mine.”

He smacks my ass hard, and I yelp at the pain but then hum in my chest as he rubs his hand over it. The pain settles into a warm sensation radiating out.

“Step away from the bedpost and arch your back with your ass out,” he says.

I stand in the position and he slides the two bits of fabric to the side, so it drapes by my hips. I’m totally exposed to him. I have no idea if he’s looking, where he’s looking, or what he’s seeing as I stand there for long seconds.

Then his large hands are on my ass cheeks, and he’s spreading them. I want to be embarrassed, but then his tongue is on my puckered hole, and my head dips down. Oh god, it feels so good. I’ve never had anyone do this to me before. As he swirls his tongue, his finger pushes into my entrance, pumping at a slow and steady pace. My need to come ratchets up higher and higher, and when he curves his fingers inside me and hits me at just the right spot, I buck my hips, unable to help myself.

The smack on my ass vibrates through my core, and I’m so… close. My core tightens, ready to release, and then, he’s gone.

“No!” I cry out, starting to turn back around to face him, beg, anything, but he stops me with his hands on my hips.

Then he’s surging inside me, stretching me. Every nerve ending in my body fires up, and he pulls the hair at the back of my head so that my neck arches back. My hands grip the bed post so that I can stay in place, and I arch my back even further. I’m so primed and ready that it doesn’t take long for my climax to build again. When I feel the first flutterings in my womb, Asher pulls out of me.

Frustration wells inside me, and I swear I could cry.

Without a word, he turns me around and picks me up by the backs of my thighs then pushes into me. The mask is back on his face, and it’s like watching myself getting fucked by a beast.

My back is against the bedpost as he rides me hard. His cape is still on, as is my dress, and something about the fact that we’re fucking and aren’t totally naked really turns me on.

I haven’t even come, and yet I feel spent, happy to let him have his way with me. When he changes the angle so that his pelvis grinds against my clit every time he drives into me, I start panting.

“Oh god, Asher. Please don’t stop. Please let me come.”

Again, I tighten around him, and he’s gone, setting my feet on the floor. He undoes the handcuffs in record time and lifts me by the waist, tossing me on my back so my pelvis is at the edge of the bed. He positions my feet so they lay flat on his pecs, then he spreads my knees wider, pushing back into me.

My back arches because nothing has ever felt so good, yet at the same time, I’ve never had to come so badly.

“I wish you could see what you look like when I’m fucking you, pet. The way your pussy swallows me up. Never getting enough of this cock.”

His words drive me higher, make my climax move that much closer. My hands slide over my breasts, squeezing. Asher gently massages my clit. Not enough to make me come, and I know that’s by design. Just enough to make me a writhing mess with tears in her eyes, desperate for relief.

“You are a goddess. My goddess.” Asher draws his hand up and smacks my clit.

I cry out as pain lashes through me, followed by the deepest pleasure I’ve known.

“Please let me come, sir. Please.” I’m begging, and I don’t care. There is no personal pride here at this moment. “Please, sir.”

“As you wish.” He pinches my clit—hard—and I spontaneously combust.

At least that’s what it feels like. I shatter into a million pieces that somehow ricochet back together. My core pulses around him, and my orgasm keeps going and going and going.

Finally, once my body has settled, and I’ve come back to myself, Asher pulls out of me. He spreads the two pieces of fabric on my chest then grips his cock, stroking it until he comes all over my breasts with a deep guttural groan.

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