Living a Lie (Book 0.5 in The Lie Series) (5 page)

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 night 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.

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