Page 56 of Knot Forever

Ipressmyearto the door, waiting for Asher’s footsteps to fade away. The golden tissue crinkles in my hands as I carry it over to my bed, unwrapping it carefully.

The soft white material is translucent against my hand, and I take a few steps to the mirror to hold it up. It’s a thin as fuck white dress, and I’ll stand out like a sore thumb wearing this in the forest. But… that’s probably the point.

My eyes widen, and the smallest spark of self-awareness filters through.

Am I really about to let Asher hunt me down through a forest at night?

Hell to the fuckyes.

My excitement doesn’t dim as I shower, scrubbing all over and lathering my hair into a thick foam, combing it out as I dry it until it’s a silky-smooth sheet down my back. The dress slips on over my head, and I return to the mirror, chewing my lip as I study my reflection.

I look like prey. My eyes are huge, my face pale as I swallow.

God, I hope I’m ready for this.

Cherry bakewell. That’s all I have to say, and Asher will stop. I trust him implicitly, and when I crawl into bed, it doesn’t take long for excitement to filter into exhaustion as I fade into restless sleep.

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I wake with a start, my breath heaving as I scrabble at the hand covering my mouth.

“Shhh,” A low voice soothes, and my half-sob fades as I stare with wide eyes at Asher.

Except, I think it’s Asher. The black mask covers his features completely, but I can still see his copper eyes, warm and bright even in the darkness of my room.

He yanks the covers back, revealing my dress to him. It’s rucked up around my thighs, thanks to my tossing and turning, and he runs a reverent hand up my bare thigh, the familiar touch settling me.

Without a word, he runs his hands over the flimsy material, cupping my breasts, teasing my nipples through the material. He moves on, dipping his hands past my stomach and cupping me between my legs. His finger rubs at my pussy through the dress, and my legs fall open at the abrasion.

“Asher.” My whimper breaks the silence, and he looks up.

I’m turned onto my front, my breaths coming harsh and fast in the silence as he pulls my wrists together and loops something around them. He does the same with my ankles, and I arch uselessly as cool air meets my ass, his finger pushing inside me and pulling a whimper from my lips.

I groan, trying to push my legs apart, but he continues his assault, another hand reaching around to play with my clit.

Just as I feel my release building, my muscles clenching around him, he pulls away and I let out a frustrated cry. Asher hoists me over his shoulder, and my hair dangles as he carries me out of my room and through the house. I catch a glimpse of the time as we walk through the hall. Close to midnight.

The witching hour. It feels like a dream, being carried through the house by a masked invader, and my belly flips in need and frustration from my unmet orgasm as we move into what looks like a garage.

I’m placed carefully into the back seat of a truck I’ve never been in before, soaked with Asher’s scent. He leans over me, his thumb rubbing against my lower lip as he holds something up.

My eyes slide to the gag and back to him. Asher waits for me to give him permission.

His eyes crease in what I think is approval as he slips the ball into my mouth, buckling it around the back of my head. A silk blindfold follows next, and I’m rewarded with Asher lifting my hips, playing with my pussy until I’m bucking against him, my noises filling the car.

He’s going to kill me. I’m going to die in delicious, terrified ecstasy.

So far, so freaking good. The exhilaration of not knowing what’s coming is heightening every emotion with an edge of danger, and as Asher climbs into the front, the engine rumbling to life beneath me, I set my cheek against the leather, trying to cool myself down.

I don’t know how far we travel before the engine stops. It’s a warm enough evening, but I still shiver as the door opens. Asher didn’t pull my dress down, my slit bared to him thanks to the angle he put me in. A rumble of approval fills the truck, and I wriggle helplessly.

I feel empty.

“Such a good girl,” Asher murmurs. His finger finds my center again, tracing up and down so gently that it only notches up my frustration. I growl around the gag, and he stops.

No.

My slick is in full flow, and I jolt as hands lift me up, tugging the blindfold off.

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