Page 47 of Roped in Chaos
“But here I am, baby. You said you were mine.”Spank.
“You can leave, but you can’t take back the bloody cock you gave me.”Spank.
“You can’t un-suck my cock.”Spank.
“My cum is running through your veins and fuels your hot little body.”Spank.
My pussy is throbbing. The dirty words and the pain are doing nothing but fueling the pleasure I want so desperately.
“You will always be mine. You gavemeyour virginity. You gavemeall of those firsts. You can’t fucking take them back.”Spank.
“Asher, please—” I whine as I thrust my hips into the side of the bed.
His fingers trail down and drag between my lips.
“So fucking needy, so fucking wet.”
He puts just the tip of his finger into me, and my body shudders from just that little bit.
“Please—” I beg.
“If you want my cock, you’re going to have to do more than that,” he says. His hand lifts from my skull, and I pop up and turn around to meet him. He grabs my shoulder and shifts before sitting on the bed. I’m left standing before him half-naked. I can feel my arousal starting to fall down the inside of my thighs.
“Well?” he says. “Back up and strip for me.”
Not taking my eyes off him I do as he says. I take off my shirt and throw it to the side before reaching around to undo the clasp on my bra. I let it fall off my arms and onto the ground in front of me. His eyes trace my body, and he licks his lips like I’m his next meal.
“So fucking beautiful,” he groans. “Now crawl to me.”
My eyes go wide as I try to make sure I heard what he just said.
“I’m sorry—what?”
“I said, crawl to me. Don’t make me tell you again, pet.”
If my pussy wasn’t wet before, it is now. I get down on all fours, my breasts hanging below me. I crawl, feeling the weight of them as they swing slightly with every move.
I stop in front of him and sit back on my heels with my hands on my thighs.
“Such a good pet for me,” he says, and he strokes down my cheek. I lean into his touch and soak in the sweet words. He removes his hand and leans forward, leaning on his forearms on his knees.
“Now, use your words and tell me what you want.”
I think on this for a moment. How fucking embarrassing is it to tell a man that you want his pierced cock to rail you ten ways to Sunday, but I think I’m about to do just that. I know I’m creating a wet spot underneath me. I take a deep breath and give in to what I really want.
“Please fuck me. I want your cock in my pussy, and I want you to rail me fast and hard and dirty. I want it to really fucking hurt, cowboy. I want you to make a mess of me. Show me the pain I caused you.”
He looks at me with a look of shock before it drifts into a sinister grin.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
He grabs me under the arms and lifts with ease before throwing me onto the bed. I land with a bounce. I look over to see articles of clothing flying off of him before he’s left standing in front of me, naked. He grabs the base of his dick and gives it a few tugs as I watch the light reflect off the pierced ladder. Turning, he digs through his bag and pulls out his rope. It’s the same one he used when we went to the rodeo and that’s normally tied to his saddle. He tosses it onto the bed before he crawls between my legs. His lips land on mine with a soft kiss before gathering my hands in his and placing them above my head. In quick work, I feel the rough texture of the rope against my skin before my wrists are pulled together tightly. I watch Asher look around before moving and disappearing from my line of vision. The rope moves above my head before my arms are pulled tight and he reappears before me. His lips are back on mine in a punishing kiss as he lines himself up with my opening. In one swift movement, he enters me, knocking the wind out of me. He moves gently, giving me a moment to adjust to him before he takes my legs and lifts each one over his shoulders. He kisses the inside of my ankle before looking at where we’re connected.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans. “You’re so fucking tight, baby. So fucking perfect.”
He lets a trail of spit out of his mouth, and it lands just above my clit. He drags his thumb in it before pressing it to my swollen bud. My pussy immediately grips tighter, desperate for release. He moves faster, pounding into me. He moans as he fucks me, and I feel myself gush. I grip the sheets, hoping to hold on for the wild ride.
“Tell me you’re mine. Tell me you’re not gonna pack your shit and leave me again,” he grits.
