him sharing the food off his plate, feeding me morsel after morsel while checking out my naked body.
I fight the urge to squirm, but I swear if he keeps looking at me like that, I'm going to orgasm before we ever get to the good stuff.
Finally, when we’ve finished, Asher stands and walks over to the counter, placing the empty plate on top of it before turning to face me once more. Standing on the spot, acting like he has all the time in the world, he watches me as he unbuttons the cuffs of his shirt and rolls them up to his elbows. I don't take my eyes from him as he stalks toward me and then reoccupies his spot on the sofa. Leaning back, he slides the zipper of his pants down and looks at me, pulling out his rock-hard cock that is wet with pre-cum.
“Stand up and come here, Skittle. I want you on your knees, between my legs, with your lips wrapped around me. You don’t need your hands for this. Let's see how much you can take.”
Oh boy.
He splays his legs wide as I awkwardly climb to my feet and move toward him. Carefully, I lower myself to my knees between his thighs, the glint of approval in his eyes giving me the confidence to continue. Without taking my eyes from his, I swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock before leaning over, sliding him into my mouth with a groan. Fucking hell, I can feel my wetness coating my thighs. I don't know why this is turning me on so much, but it is. If my hands weren’t tied behind me right now, I would have slipped a hand between my legs and gotten myself off.
“Wider,” he commands with a growl.
I open my mouth as wide as I can and take him in farther.
“Yes, Skittle, just like that,” he hisses.
I hollow out my cheeks and slide him in and out of my mouth, over and over, focusing on the velvety steel feel of him.
“Stop,” he snaps, making me freeze, waiting to see what he wants me to do next.
“Stand up and bend over my legs.”
Sliding him from my mouth, I climb to my feet on wobbly legs, trying to figure out how to bend over him without face planting. I won’t be able to balance myself with my hands still tied behind me. He must sense my predicament because he grips my shoulder, bearing my weight and lowering me until my stomach is pressed flush to his thighs.
His warm palms smooth over the skin of my ass, lulling me into a false sense of security before smack, the sound rings out around the room. My gasp is just as loud. Before I can react, he rains down two more smacks in quick succession.
“How many did we say, Skittle?”
What? I'm struggling to remember my own name, and he wants me to remember something he said.
“Five?” I guess.
“Mmm… Now that's not quite right, is it? If I remember correctly, it's five for almost making me nearly spill our wine and five for being a naughty girl and forgetting your underwear. Maybe I should add five more for so easily forgetting,” he reprimands.
“No. I'm sorry, sir,” I apologize quickly.
“Is that so?” He mumbles before smacking the other check hard enough to make it sting.
“How many was that?” he asks, probably trying to catch me out.
“Four,” I croak out.
“Good girl, now count the rest.”
So I do, counting quietly, trying to keep my breathing even, but it's useless. Every time his hand makes contact, I feel myself growing wetter and wetter.
“Five, six, seven,” I pant as he smooths his hand over each cheek again, my skin burning underneath his palm.
Smack. “Eight.” Smack. “Nine.” Smack. “Ten,” I finish on a broken whisper, having reached my limits. I need him inside me now.
“Such a good girl,” he compliments me before sliding his hand down between my legs and pushing two fingers inside me. There’s no resistance. I'm so turned on that they slip inside me with ease.
“Jesus Christ, Skittle,” he snarls.
In the next instant, I find myself up and bent over the back of the sofa as he surges inside me. He doesn't give me time to adjust, he’s too far gone to think about anything except chasing his next high, and I'm all too happy to go along for the ride—the bite of pain bringing a whole new dimension to our lovemaking.
He thrusts inside me over and over,