by Ivy Spears
I couldn’t believe I was letting him tie me up, I couldn’t believe how thrilling it felt. It occurred to me how much I must trust Asher to let him do this and not feel the least bit terrified. I was giving him complete and total control of my body and the thought was more liberating than terrifying. I moved my legs together, hoping it would help control my damn hormones.
Asher raised his eyebrows. “Spread your legs, Bella.”
I obeyed and then whispered. “I’m sorry.”
“I know you’re sorry, Bella.” He moved his fingers up and down my bare stomach slowly. “But sorry just isn’t good enough. If sorry was enough then you wouldn’t think twice before you disobeyed me again, now would you?” His fingers played over the line of my panties.
“I guess not,” I admitted.
Asher dipped his fingers inside of the fabric and found my slit easily, rubbing back and forth over it gently. “Look at you, you’re already soaking wet, Bella. If I didn’t know any better I would say you like to be punished.” He smirked cockily.
I opened my mouth but all that came out was a heavy moan.
Asher laughed. “I guess that’s answer enough, isn’t it?” He moved his long fingers up and down the inside of my legs, rubbing them down firmly. “You’ve been thinking about my cock again, haven’t you, Bella?”
I pulled my hands down, desperate to run my hands all over his smoldering body but was stopped and snapped back in place by the rope. Even though it was tight I had forgotten it was there for a split second. I groaned in frustration.
Asher’s eyes lit up at the sight. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“It’s not fair,” I complained.
He moved his hands between my legs, patting the center of my clit through my white panties roughly over and over again. “What’s not fair, Bella? That I get to touch you anywhere I want and you only get to look at me?” His eyes glowed happily with power in the darkness.
“Yes,” I whispered softly. “It’s like… torture.”
He laughed. “No, looking at you all tied up is like torture but those are the rules, right?” He pushed down my panties and pulled them off, bringing them to his face and inhaling the scents of my juices. “Fuck,” he mumbled as he folded them up and stuck them in his jeans pocket. “You don’t even know how fucking good your pussy smells.”
I felt my body start to turn pink. “I guess that’s true.”
“Well…” he pushed my legs apart slowly. “Allow me to show you then.” And then his hands were between my legs, rubbing up and down my clit. At first, he went slowly and then more rapidly until all my juices were covering his fingers.
My body felt like it was already going to explode. What was he doing to me? I’d never met someone who made me feel the way Asher did… never met someone who did the things to me Asher did. It shocked me how okay I was with it all, how much my body seemed to feel like it was made for him to do whatever he desired with it.
Asher pushed his fingers halfway to his face and then shook his head, grinning from ear to ear. “Sorry, I almost got carried away.” He pushed his fingers toward my face and held them in front of my senses. “Do you see how good you smell, Bella? It’s like fucking crack.”
For a second I thought he was going to stick his fingers in my mouth but after another few seconds he pulled his hands back and placed them in his own mouth, devouring every part of me once again.
“Asher!” I pleaded with him, desperate for some kind of relief. The sight of him with his fingers in his mouth while he cleaned my sprinkles dry was too much for my body to take. “Please!”
“What? What’s wrong, baby?” He was still swallowing every piece of me.
I moved my hands back and forth, rocking the bed as I went. “I can't take this! I have to touch you! I have to have you!” It startled me how frantic I sounded but I couldn’t help it. I hadn’t realized how much I wanted to feel every inch of Asher’s body until the threat of not being able to was present.
Asher jolted his head from side to side in amused pleasure. “You don’t, Bella, you have to be punished for being a bad girl.” He ran his finger up my leg ones more. “Maybe next time you’ll think before you disobey me.”
My legs tingled heavily under his touch. “Please…”
“Please, what?” He pushed even though he knew exactly what I meant.
“Please give it to me!” I was practically screaming.
“Give what to you?” He continued his confused and dumbed down routine.
“Your cock!” I begged.
“Oh,” Asher pretended to have just realized what I meant. “You want this big cock inside of you, Bella? Is that what you mean?” He took his free hand and rubbed it back and forth over the growing bulge in his pants.
The sight of how hard and big it was getting made my heart want to explode. “Yes! Yes, Asher! I want it!” I moved my hands again, begging that one of the knots would give way but had no such luck. Clearly, Asher had done this before. I pushed the thought out of my mind, desperate to be the only girl he had ever tied up and had his way with.
“Well, why didn’t you just say so?” He continued his teasing session.
“Babe!” I pleaded. “Come on, this isn’t fair! Stop…” I trained off as my legs started to tremble under the rest of my body. “Stop teasing me! I’m about to fucking burst!”
Asher moved his hand inside of his jeans and let his huge member fold out a second later. “You aren’t going to do anything unless I say you can, do you understand me, Bella?” He ran his hands over himself, jerking up and down as he looked down at me.
I pushed my legs together. “Yes, it’s just so… hard.”
He looked down, stroking himself even harder. “You can say that again.”
I followed his gaze and took in his dick. I’d never seen anything so perfect in my life. “Asher… I promise I’ll be a good girl from now on, I really will. Just please… please let me have it.”
“Tell me you know you’ve been a bad girl, Bella.”
“I know I’ve been such a bad girl, Asher, but please… please let me have your cock anyway.” I pushed my stomach up into the air, desperate to not let my eyes roll back into my head. I knew if I did that it was game over, I would orgasm right on the spot.
“Good girl. Asher pounced, unable to control himself any longer and plunged his rock hard body and cock on top of me. His lips were tangled in mine, his hands all over my body.
It was still frustrating not being able to touch him with my hands but feeling his body on top of mine gave me some relief, at least. I breathed heavily over and over into his mouth until I couldn’t take it anymore and then I turned my head to the side. “Asher, I’m going to cum, please… I need it. I need it bad.”
Asher placed a few soft kisses over my neck and then slowly moved his mouth lower and lower until he had placed kisses all over my stomach. He looked up at me, getting, even more, pleasure out of the desire that was burning through my eyes. “Okay, baby, I’ll give it to you.”
“You will?” I pleaded.
He moved his hands between my legs and pushed them apart roughly. “Sure, I’ll give you this big cock, baby.” He ran his fingers back and forth over my slit over and over again. “Is that all you’ve wanted this whole time?”
“Yes!” I yelled.
“Why didn’t you just say that?” He laughed.
“I’m going to kill you!” I said between ground teeth.
He smirked his cocky smile. “All you have to do is say please.”
“Please, Asher! Please!”
Asher finally shoved his cock inside of my walls and let pleasure escape into every bone of my body. He moved his body up and down on top of me while his eyes burned into mine.
“Oh, God! Asher!” The headboard rocked roughly behind me.
“Is that what you wanted?” He asked me, pushing the hair out of my face and kissing me deeply on the lips. “You wanted me inside of you, Bella?” He pushed into me harder.
Asher groaned unable to breathe now that he actually had my pussy wrapped around him. “You feel so fucking good, Bella!” He pulled out and then jolted into me harder and harder, pounding me out.
“Oh, yes! Yes! Asher! Right there!” I wrapped my legs around his body.
“Yeah? You like that, bad girl? You like when I fuck the shit out of your tight little pussy?” He pulled my legs even tighter around him and jolted up and down inside of me.
“Yes!” I shouted out as I felt my body start to flap in every which direction and a final surge of electricity flowed through me. I could feel my control flying away from me and I knew this was it. I was finally going to be able to cum!
Apparently, Asher knew too because he pulled himself out of me at the last second and shoved his face between my legs, licking up every drop of my cum and smiling in satisfaction when he pulled himself up a second later. “Tasted even better than I remembered.”
I gasped in shock, the whole scene had happened so fast. I definitely wasn't expecting to cum with his head between my legs, yet somehow it had felt so fucking right.
Asher moved his body on top of mine and started stroking his cock up and down rapidly and before I was even fully aware his big hot load of cum was flying all over my face.
I snapped my eyes shut, shocked. “Asher…. I…” I was searching for some kind of words but it was no use because his liquid was still flying all over my face. Jesus, how much cum did he have inside of there?
Finally, I felt him collapse down on the bed next to me and start trying to steady his heavy breathing. “Holy shit,” he panted. “That was… that was fucking incredible.”
I opened my eyes slowly, fully feeling him all over my face. “I’d say.”
Asher turned to me and shook his head. “I wish you could see how sexy you look right now.” He placed his hand through mine for a second and then leaned upward, releasing me from the rope easily.
I shook my head, still in shock.
I’d never done anything like that in my life.
But the scary thing was how bad I wanted to do it again.
Chapter Twenty-Two
The next few weeks are filled with Asher, sex with Asher, fixing up the barn, more sex with Asher, visiting my dad, more sex with Asher, and more sex with Asher. It was kind of scary how much I was becoming dependent on him, how bad I wanted to be around him every second.
“I wish you could see him,” I said out loud a few weeks later at the hospital, looking down at my dad who was still sleeping soundly. “You probably wouldn’t even recognize him. Oh, what am I saying? You probably knew he had changed all this time but could never tell me because I made you promise to never mention him to me.”
I lifted his hand up to my lips and brushed his fingers gently across them. “I’m sorry, that really wasn’t fair to you, dad.” I sighed sadly. “I guess none of this was really fair to you.” I shook my head. “I’ll tell you all about it when you wake up. Did I tell you that I’ve been looking for nursing jobs here in town? Well, I have. I thought maybe I would try sticking around for a while…”
I didn’t even realize how true the statement was until I said it out loud. When I had first gotten off that plane those weeks ago my goal was to get the hell out of here as fast as possible but somewhere along the way sticking around didn’t seem like such a bad idea.
As much as I wanted to convince myself it had nothing to do with Asher, I knew it did. It felt like we were a real couple now. He would kiss me in front of his friends, we would have dinner at his parent's house, he held my hand protectively out in public, and look like he wanted to kill any guy who glanced my way.
A feeling that was mutual.
I’d seen Ashley a few times over the last few weeks but each time she had just given me a dirty look and moved along. Something, no doubt, that had to do with Asher but every time I brought it up he would just act like I was a crazy person but I knew he had talked to her. Why else would she of backed down?
I pushed Ashley out of my mind and looked back down at my father, I had more important things on my mind. “I miss you, dad, I miss you so much.” I glanced up at the monitors that were still holding his life together and sighed. “The doctor tried to talk to me about unplugging you, did I tell you that?”
I stood up and laughed, straightening the flowers that were on the windowsill across from him, people had been sending them in the bunches since the accident happened. “Can you believe that? He thought you weren’t going to wake up but we’ll prove him wrong, won’t we?”
I kept busy rearranging the flowers, pulling them together and weeding out the dead ones, pulling the prettier ones toward the front. When my dad opened his eyes I wanted him to see only the prettiest things.
“I’d say we sure will.”
My father’s voice was so low and faint that I had to strain to hear it. Yet it was enough to make me jump about ten feet off the ground. I had been talking to him for so long without any response that the shock of actually getting one was overwhelming.
I turned around and the tears were already flowing down my face even before I saw his open eyes. My dad was looking back at me. For the first time in years, I could see his gaze.
I choked up and rushed toward him. “Daddy?”
He shook his head, trying to lift up his hand.
“Dad?” I was frantic. “Can you hear me?”
He lifted his head to the side. “Water,” he whispered.
I ran away from him and into the bathroom, grabbing a paper cup off the counter and filling it with water before running back and placing it into his hands. “Daddy? Are you okay? Do you remember me?”
I rushed over to the wall and started banging on the call button.
“Of course I remember my own daughter.” My father rolled his eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous. How long have I been out? Did you just fly in?” He shook his head and tried to sit up before falling right back down. “You really didn’t have to come all this way, I’m fine, just fine.”
I felt like I was in a dream. How was my dad just sitting here talking to me like everything was normal? He had his speech back right away, I knew that wasn’t normal. I mean every case was different but…
Suddenly the room was filled with nurses and doctors, rushing in to make a huge fuss over my dad when they realized he was awake. I backed away from him slowly, the tears and relief still overcoming me. “It’s going to be okay now, dad, there going to make sure you get better,” I called out over the sea of people.
My dad looked confused for a second and then he caught my eye across the room and shook his head slowly with a faraway glazed look in his eyes. “Asher,” he called out to me.
I turned around but no one was there. And then it occurred to me that my dad must have heard the end of my conversation with him today and was wondering where he was. “Asher isn’t here, dad, I’ll go and call him now. He will be here soon, he will want to make sure…”
“No,” my dad shook his head back and forth. “It was Asher.”
“What was Asher?” I asked, confused.
“The night I was hit! Asher… Asher was there.”
And just like that my entire world came crashing down.
***
The double doors to the hospital swung open minutes later and Asher came bursting through them and dodging through the pond of people toward me. “Bella!” He placed his hands on my shoulders as soon as he got within reach and pulled me into a hug. “I came as soon as I heard! Why didn’t you call me?”
Suddenly, his touch seemed wrong. While it had felt pure and right less than twenty-four hours ago now it was dirty and wrong and I wanted nothing to do with it. I couldn’t believe someone who had once made me feel so safe was making me feel so small right now.
“Are you okay?” He pulled back and locked eyes with me.
I refused to hang on to him, letting my arms fall flat to the side of me like they wer
e made of sand. My eyes felt heavy like if I blinked once I’d never be able to open them again. The tears started to fall from my face quickly but I refused to look away from him, wanting him to really see the pain he had put there.
“Bella?” His eyebrows knitted together in worry. “Is he okay?”
Was he okay? Was he okay? Was he seriously asking me that right now? “Do you think he’s fucking okay, Asher?” I snapped, laughing bitterly. “He was plowed into by some asshole that couldn’t even bother to stop afterward to make sure he was okay.”
“Bella.” Asher moved closer to me again.
I snapped my body back. “Tell me he’s lying.”
“What?” Asher frowned. “Bella, you’re emotional and confused…”
“Tell me my father is lying,” I cut him off, practically yelling now. “Or mistaken! Or something! Tell me… tell me he was fucking seeing things, Asher!” I slapped at the tears peeling down my skin now, trying to make his face out through the water that clouded my vision.
Once I did I almost wished I hadn’t. Because what rested there was the one thing I had wished hadn’t. Guilt. Intense guilt. And I knew. I knew without him having to say one word that it was true. My dad hadn’t been mistaken, he had seen Asher there that night.
I pushed him against the chest hard but it did little, he barely budged so I tried again, throwing my entire body into it. “You’re an asshole, you know that? Is that was this was all about to you?” I pushed him again, harder. “You just wanted to hang out with me so that you could make sure I wasn’t on to the truth?”
Asher shook his head. “Bella, no, it’s not like that. If we could just…”
“It was just a bonus that you got to fuck me, right?”
Hurt and pain came across his face slowly. “It’s not what you think, Bella, I swear to you… you have to believe me right now.” He moved closer to me, trying to calm me down.
“Don’t you fucking touch me!” I screamed, yanking my body away from him.