All the Truths (Lies & Truths 2)

As I ease into the rhythm, Asher slips out of me and flips me over so suddenly I shriek as my breasts flatten against the mattress. With my hands tied, I have no choice but to lie on my stomach in the position he asked me to be in before he came to the room.

“Ass in the air and open your legs. Let me see how wet you are for me.”

My thighs are still trembling and refusing to come down from the halo, so it takes me a second too long to comply. The fact that he’s standing behind me, seeing me this exposed flames my face.

He grabs an ass cheek in his strong hold and the plug moves a little before he plucks it out. I nearly protest, but he thrusts his middle finger into my pussy. My hyper-stimulated, sensitive pussy.

I thought I couldn’t take more foreplay, but a moan slips from my lips anyway.

It’s the Asher effect.

He shredded my soul apart and carved himself a cozy place in there.

His cock glides over my slickness and then back to my ass. The back and forth is burning me up and torturing me.

Oh, God.

Why can’t he do it already? Is this my punishment?

“Ash…”

Releasing my ass, he leans over so his hot, taut chest covers my entire back then reaches under me and pinches a nipple. The twist is so hard, I cry out in both pleasure and pain.

“What, prom queen?”

I couldn’t speak even if I wanted to. The three-edged stimulus of his finger inside me, his cock sliding up and down my wetness, and now his hand nuzzling and twirling my nipples is enough to black me out.

If he doesn’t do it right now, I might legit faint on him. There’s only so much my body can take. It’s like being in a zone where I can’t think or do; I can only feel.

A zone only Asher can create for me.

“Beg for it.” His teeth nibble on my earlobe as he whispers, “Make it convincing.”

“I…I…”

“That’s not convincing.”

“Fuck me, Ash.”

“Where?”

“In the ass. Fuck me in the ass.” My voice is breathy, and it feels as if I’ve said those words before.

“That’s my girl.” He eases himself inside my ass. I catch my breath as he fills me inch by agonizing inch.

“Oooh…” This is…oh wow, it’s a lot different than I imagined it would be. It’s nearly as fulfilling as him fucking my pussy, if not more.

Another moan rips from my throat as my eyelids lower and I let myself loose. I don’t think about the bindings or anything.

The only thing that fills my mind, heart, and soul is him.

Just him.

He grips my hips and thrusts another finger inside my pussy until I’m full of him in every way possible

Oh, God. Why does it feel so good?

And how come there’s no pain?