I love it when he lets go of his cool façade and shows me his true unhinged self.

Because I know he’s only like this with me.

“I’m not that high school kid anymore.” Thrust. “If I see you flirting with anyone, I won’t only beat them.” Thrust. “I’ll fuck you in front of them.” Thrust. “And make them hear you scream my fucking name.”

A fierce wave grips hold of me.

It could be because of the relentless way he pounds into me, his crude words, his arousing promises.

Or all the above.

“Ash…oh, Ash—” I’m cut off when his fingers wrap around my throat.

It’s the catalyst I didn’t know I needed until it collides against me and I fall.

I just fall.

It’s hard, fast, and with no landing in sight, but it’s not painful. No, it’s liberating. It’s like having your soul float in the air.

When Asher releases my neck, it’s like he forces my pleasure to a screeching halt. I can’t believe I became so used to his sick ways, even my ecstasy depends on it.

A thousand shivers dance over my skin as my limbs quiver from the release. Asher’s pace slows down a little, but he doesn’t come. Hell, he doesn’t look like he’s close to coming any time soon.

I love that about him. It’s like he can’t physically release himself until he’s tormented me long enough, pounded inside me hard enough, and owned me whole.

He places the plug between us as he thrusts inside me slow and measured then long and unhurried, the pace so similar to—

No.

I won’t go there. If I do, I’ll start thinking Asher has those types of deep feelings for me, and when I realize he doesn’t, it’ll only ruin me.

He traces the plug over my soaked folds. The skin is so sensitive and swollen, the merest friction curls my toes. My nails dig into my palms until I nearly draw blood. The knot at my wrist isn’t too tight, but even that rub is about to throw me over the edge.

“You’re wet.” He runs the object up and down to where his cock is going in and out of me. “Are you wet for me, prom queen?”

I nod once, my back bucking off of the bed. The deep angles of his thrusts are turning me delirious and mindless.

“And you’ll only ever be wet for me.” He grunts as he thrusts the plug in my ass. There’s no prepping, no warning.

I expect it to hurt like a mother, but it fits there fairly…well.

From what I’ve heard, it’s supposed to be painful, but it’s kind of pleasurable? I can feel the thin line between his cock and the plug, and my thighs shake harder at the sensation.

I soak in his pace, the deep thrusts and the glistening of perspiration on his chest. His muscles and tendons snap with the glory of his movements. His hands on my hips feel like anchors, big and hard.

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?

He starts moving both in my pussy and ass, and I forget everything—my name included.

Right now, I’m just with this man and I need him to claim me as much as he needs to.

I need to wake up in the morning and see every mark he left on my body and feel whole.

“This ass is made for my dick, just like this pussy.” He starts slowly at first, but then his pace picks up. My body jerks off the bed with the power of his thrusts.

My moans cut off over and over again with the force he’s handling me with. That’s it. That’s how it’s supposed to go between us.

I come the hardest I have in recent memory, clenching all around his cock and fingers like he said I would. I scream his name over and over again as if it’s a salvation—or damnation, depending on how you look at it.

He pounds into me harder and faster. The strength of his thrusts fills me with so many feelings, but most of all, I’m delirious and happy—so damn happy he wants me to the point of madness, to the point of losing all sense of control.

“You’re mine,” he grunts. “You always were.”

“Always,” I pant into the mattress.

“Fucking always.” He groans as he slips out of me and hot liquid spills over my ass cheeks and my pussy.

I close my eyes, letting him mark me.

Own me.

After all, I’m Asher’s queen in public and his slut in private.

My eyes try to open, despite the fatigue rearing on my nerve endings.

Wait…what?

Where did that thought come from?

Before I can analyze that, I give in to the exhaustion and fall asleep, bound, marked, and utterly pleased.