Living a Lie (Book 0.5 in The Lie Series), Page 4

  “I like this. You need to keep it. It shows how much a woman you are.” He leaned in and spoke in to my ear then kissed the tip of my nose.

  The sound of music was transformed into sounds of nature. My mind was briefly preoccupied by the rustling of wind and chirping of birds until the feather running over my body was replaced by the motion of the tails of the flogger flowing over my skin and heightened nerve endings. It was all too much, between the ethereal sounds of nature playing in my ear and soft feel of the suede of the flogger across my skin.

  “Oh Cherry, you’re flawless. I wish you could see how truly beautiful you are. I want to kiss every inch of your skin.”

  That experience was nothing I dreamed it would be. I expected to be beat and humiliated, but no I felt more cherished than I’d ever felt.

  I heard the flogger fly through the air. Shocked, he didn't hurt me. Instead, he brought the blood to the surface and made my skin aroused. He dropped to his knees and leaned forward running his nose along the apex between my thighs. He quickly jerked my legs apart. His hot breath rushed over my groin. I practically convulsed and screamed when he first scraped his tongue along my inner folds. I tried to squirm to relieve some of the want he was building in me, but it was impossible to move. He trailed kisses up my bulging stomach, and licked his tongue over my navel. His kisses left a burn along my skin. He laid down beside me and trailed his hand up and down my body. He gently cupped my breast, then softly bit it. My breast swelled in his grasp, my nipples harden. His fingers slowly rolled over the other breast, elongating the nipple under his touch. I felt every touch all the way down in my groin.

  I was so wet, the juices flowed down my thighs. My breath became more ragged as Sir moved his hand down my waist, across my hip, and cupped my groin. One finger slipped in as his thumb circled over my throbbing bud. I cried out as he fucked me with two long fingers. He started to palm my clit as he pushed his fingers harder and harder inside of me. I screamed out Sir and clenched the sheets in total release. Suddenly, he sat up and tugged the blindfold for my eyes. He was staring down at me with heat in his eyes.

  “I want you to watch as I fuck your amazing body.” He trailed a finger down my breast, pinching a nipple. “You’re fucking unbelievably perfect.”

  He reached over to the edge of the bed and grabbed a foil packet, and then moved on top of me. Swiftly, he untied me; freeing me up to hold him. He moved between my legs, spreading them father apart. He yanked the condom onto his considerable length and leaned down. “Hold me,” he whispered before kissing me. His hands were on either side of my head. He hovered over me, staring down into my eyes. “I’m going to fuck you, Mrs. Black.” With those words, I felt the sting of his invasion. He was still staring at me with an unfamiliar look of lust. His mouth was slightly gapped as he moved inside of me. I held onto his forearms, matching each thrust with one of my own. He shifted to his elbows so I felt his weight as he moved more franticly in me. He pounded harder, picking up speed in a relentless rhythm. Something started to build in me, stronger than I ever felt before. My thought scattered as I came apart under him. He pushed into me three more times, before his face scrunched together in his own release. He rolled off of me as he took deep but even breaths.

  “You didn’t hurt me.” I finally managed to say after a few moments of collecting my thoughts.

  “I didn’t want to hurt you. I’m soon going to have to hurt the only person I can’t stand to see hurt again. You or me neither needed pain tonight.”

  “Why? Why hurt someone if you don’t want them to hurt?”

  “Sometime a little pain is better than a lot of pain. I’ll show you.” He shifted over on top of me and took a nip at my ear.

  “How can you stand to show a woman so rubenesque pleasure?”

  “Rubenesque?” His face twisted in pure horror.

  “Fat,” I blurted out before turning my face to look at a flickering candle, rather than him.

  He gingerly yanked on my hair, pulling me to my feet. He seemed pissed. He fished a remote out of his jean pocket and punched a button causing the lights to slightly brighten. He pulled me to a set of mirrors. At first, all I noticed was his bulging muscles covered in tattoos. Years of practice, kept me from focusing on my own body. That was until he started kneading my breast into his oversized hand.

  “I could kill your husband, right now. He has built it up in your mind that this voluptuous body is anything other than the treasure it is. I’ve fucked size zeroes that didn’t hold half the passion you hold in this stunning body.”

  “Thank you,” I said, leaning my face against his shoulder and closed my eyes.

  He pinched my chin in his hand, forcing me to look at myself. “These breast,” he whispered as he worked his finger over my nipples. “They are full and womanly. I dream of breast like these.” He slid his hand down my waist. “This waistline has bared three children.” He did his heart-stopping smirk. “I do my homework. No, it’s not flat anymore, but it’s something so much more. It’s a life-given vessel that any man would be honor to get to caress. These hips.” He slipped his hand down father to hug my thigh. “God, to watch them move causes my dick to stand to attention. I didn’t have you here tonight to prove a point or even get my dick wet, but because I have wanted to fuck you since you walked into my club.” The lights fully came on. “And I’m going to fuck this beautiful body for the rest of the night.” He raised my chin with the back of his finger and kissed me. “My name is Ethan Asher by-the-way.”

  I gasped. Ethan became possessed. He changed. There was a primal need to control in his eyes. I trembled as he pushed me over at the waist.

  “Hold your ankles,” he barked out. There was not an ounce of tenderness in his voice, all I heard was the no hold bars Dom. “I’m going to fuck you hard.” He yanked my hair causing me to hold my head up. I gripped my ankles tighter.

  He rammed into me with no mercy. My eyes closed at the intrusion. He slapped my ass with such force it caused me to bump my forehead into the mirror. “Open your damn eyes and watch me fuck this astonishing body of yours.”

  My eyes popped open and I believed I couldn’t close them if I tried. I watched not myself but his face. He was consumed with a fire that I lit. Occasionally, I would stop to drupe and he would whack my ass. Every smack caused my skin to burn, but more it caused my pussy to quiver around his massive cock. I started to beg for a spanking. He stopped fucking me, grabbed a wad of my hair, and drug me to a small wooded bench. He threw me on it. “Lay down.”

  I moved faster than I even knew I could. Sir tied me securely to all four legs of the bench then took a belt off the wall. He started mercilessly hitting me over and over. The juices started to spill out of my pussy. I bit my lip. I was going to have another orgasm from the bite of a belt.

  “No,” I screamed out. That was not how my body was supposed to function. I avoided pain not embraced it.

  “Cum, my little pain slut,” Sir hissed. It was the final straw. I came apart with one more blow of the belt and briefly passed out.

  Chapter 5

  Sir

  Three Weeks Later

  I sat at my desk in the District Attorney’s office, and stared out over the Knoxville skyline. My mood was dark and as gray as each of my days had become. The only bright spot I had since coming to that town was meeting Cherry Black. The phone buzzed.

  “Yes,” I snapped at Helen, my secretary, as if she was the one who caused my most recent troubles.

  “There is a man with a delivery, sir.”

  “What delivery?” I scowled. I wasn’t expecting anything and hated surprises. I clambered out of my chair, a little tipsy from my afternoon glass of Jack and three Vicodin tablets.

  Helen led a man that looked twelve in. I didn’t acknowledge him, just signed for the vanilla envelope he was holding. I dismissed Helen and him with a flip of my hand.

  Ethan Asher, thank you again for an amazing night. I know I have told you numerous times, but it’s a nigh
t I’ll never forget. Also thank you for sponsoring me as a new submissive in the club. But mostly, THANK YOU for introducing me to Charlie. Here is a copy of the interview. I hope I made you proud, Master. Cherry Black

  Why after fucking her did I feel the need to share my name with her was beyond me. But I don’t regret it. I trusted her. I was also relieved to see her make my brother happy. It had been years since I had truly seen him smile. I threw the envelope and stack of papers to the side. I didn’t care about Cherry, the interview, or anything for that matter. I had to get ready for the night I will never forget. My night with Dylan Summers.

  Ethan Asher has one weakness . . . Dylan Summers

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