Page 25 of Devious Delusions

I lift one shoulder, attempting to be nonchalant as I fight a smile. “Maybe it is. You’ll have to find out for yourself by testing your theory.”

Asher lunges forward faster than I can move back and grabs my arms. He pulls them up above my head and holds my wrists together. My fight is automatic, and I kick his shin as I twist my arms. It doesn’t free me from his hold and my phone is pried from my fingers.

It must still be recording because he turns the screen towards me and the red button is blinking as he says, “Tell everyone, especially future Delilah, how much of a little slut she is begging to be fucked”—his voice drops and his eyes darken with excitement—“rough and hard.”

I clench my thighs together and I’m pretty sure my tongue is incapable of moving to form any other words than yes and please. But I swallow and force out exactly what we both need.

“I need you to fuck me hard and rough, please.”

He tuts and tightens his hold on my wrists. Tugging on them, he lifts me until I’m standing on my toes and orders, “Say you’re a filthy little slut,mygood little slut to use.”

There’s an issue with authority rising up in me and I look directly at the camera as I smile. “I’m a dirty little slut.” Looking at Asher, I add, “Mygood little slut to use.”

My arms drop to my sides so quickly that I sway on my toes and grab the closest thing to me. The towel around Asher’s hips unravels, but he grabs my neck before I fall into his chest. His fingers tighten at the sides, and he pushes me back as he keeps the camera fixed on me. My own image is in my periphery, but I can’t look away from him.

There’s a slight tinge of fear as he walks me backwards while pulsing his fingers around my neck, restricting how much air I can take in. I’m not afraid of him because I know the aggressive Asher who takes what he wants. This version channels that dominance into something that satisfies us both rather than his ego alone. The backs of my knees hit the bed and he lowers his head so we’re eye to eye. Everything about him darkens, his voice, his eyes, his intent.

“You’re right, Delilah, you’re not my good little wife. You’re just a slut who hasn’t learnt how to behave.”

I lean forward, giving him more power over my air as I taunt him. “So, make me behave.” His pupils eat up all the pale green. “Make me yours.”

A dark laugh rumbles through his chest as he pushes me down to my knees and holds my phone above his abs.

“That was good, baby, but not good enough.” He fills with authority. “Watch while I take that mouth.”

He lets go of my neck and roughly grabs the strands at the top of my head in his fist. This is what I need. Knowing he still cares about me and that he’s being rough to give me what I want, that even if I’m on my knees I’m the one in control because he stares into my eyes. I clench my thighs together as I open my mouth allowing him to take more and even the scales of everything he’s done for me.

“Disobedient and lazy, you’re a pretty useless wife.” He tuts.

I don’t have a valid argument and snap my mouth closed.

“Hold your phone. Watch how beautiful you are while you earn my cock.”

“I don’t need to earn what belongs to me as your wife,” I fire back as I use both hands to keep the phone in place.

He wraps his fingers around his length and strokes himself from base to tip, squeezing a drop of precum out that has me licking my lips. I’m not given his dick straight away. Instead, he slaps my cheek with the tip as he asks, “And what belongs to me as your husband?”

“Me,” I answer too honestly and breathlessly. “All of me, at any time you want.”

There’s a pause at my answer. He assesses me. I would have thought he knew everything about me, but I like the idea that there are still things that can surprise us both rather than me being the one shocked all the time.

His voice lowers as traces my lips with the tip of his dick. “Do you know what free use is, Delilah?”

I nod and resist the urge to lick my lips. “Yeah. You can have me whenever you want. It might make the day more exciting.”

“Is that why you’ve been walking around in only my t-shirts?” he asks. “You were being a helpful little slut making sure I have access to any part of you I wanted?”

This Asher is my absolute dream. I couldn’t have created a better person for myself because he knows every broken facet of who I am. He knows what I need without me having to ask for it and he contains both my mind and body. With him, I’m safe. He speaks directly to my desires, showing that we’ve both grown together from teenagers, giddy over a first kiss, to adults who know what we want.

When I don’t answer, he slaps his dick off my cheek again, using more force than the last time. It takes every bit of mental fortitude I possess not to moan as he roughly pulls my head back. Letting go of his dick, he taps the backs of his fingers against my cheek and pulls hard enough on my hair that it sends tingles down my spine.

“I asked you a question, slut.”

There’s no hope for me to keep back my moan and it comes out broken and pathetic. But Asher smiles and the dark desire in his eyes highlights how beautiful it is.

“Ye—yes,” I stutter. “Whatever you want, whenever you want.”

He wraps his fingers around my jaw, each digit pressing into a point just before it would be painful and tips my head back. My lips part as he traces them with his thumb and there’s so much care staring down at me that I melt.

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