“Those other letters were you? H…How? There were ones of the two of us together?”
He leers at me. “It’s called technology, baby. You won’t believe what’s out there for the right price.”
A chill runs down my spine. I couldn’t believe that Asher would do that. Had planned this for months.
“I’m so proud of myself for waiting it out. You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to get retribution.”
He toes off his shoes, and I sit up higher against the pillows. Fear’s icy fingers like tendrils around my throat. Suffocating me more than Asher’s fingers had moments before.
“Asher, what are you talking about?”
His fingers go to his belt, and he starts undoing the buckle. “I’m talking about how you’ve used me for years when the person you really want is Dale.”
I shake my head in denial when deep down—or really not that deep—I know he’s telling the truth. But something tells me now isn’t the time to own up to that.
“That’s not true.”
Asher slides his jeans down his legs, his thick angry-looking cock springing free. He’s hard. Harder than I’ve ever seen him as he wraps his fingers around his shaft and strokes himself a few times.
I swallow hard. “Asher—”
“Shut the fuck up, Raine. I’m done listening to you. I’m done doing your bidding and being tossed aside when you’ve had an orgasm or three. Today, I’m taking it all back.”
“Asher, I said I’m sor—”
“I said shut up!” Asher’s voice snaps like a whip, and I clamp my mouth shut. “One of two things is going to happen here. You’re either going to do as I say, or I’m gonna make you. But either way, I’m getting what I always deserved.”
Asher climbs onto the bed and crawls up my body. Thick bile rises up my throat, and the temptation to kick out at him as he presses a gentle kiss to the nape of my neck is so strong, but I control the urge. Enraging Asher while I’m tied to the bed with no way to protect myself would not be a good idea. His hand grazes the hem of my skirt, and I realize why he changed me. “Open for me, baby.”
I shake my head. “Asher, no. Please.”
He clamps a hand on my chin and forces me to meet his eyes. “What the fuck did I just tell you? Do you want me to make this hard for you? Open your fucking legs.”
I take a deep breath and take stock of the situation. There’s no way he’s going to let me go, and there’s nothing I can do to free myself. The restraints on my wrists get tighter and tighter with each move I make and there’s no way I can break the chains. But no matter how hard I try, I can’t get my trembling legs to move apart.
“I…I can’t.”
“Then I’ll just have to make you, won’t I?”
Asher moves off the bed and grabs some rope. Not the fun satin-type we play with on occasion. This is the thick, coarse kind that I know is probably going to hurt more than the chains, if that’s possible.
I feel the tears of frustration sting my eyes and bite the inside of my cheek till it bleeds to stop them from falling. I will fucking die before I let him see me cry.
“You don’t have to do this, Ash. Just tell me what you want, and we can figure this out.”
He snorts out a laugh. It’s a bitter sound that fills the room like sarin gas. I know with that brief sound that my fate here is sealed. Asher wasn’t lying when he said he’s been biding his time. I’m not an idiot. I know there isn’t a chance in hell he’s going to let me out of this basement alive. I know who he is, and he knows I’d run straight to the authorities.
I push the panic down deep and tilt my chin up. I’m not going to get out of here alive, but I’m not gonna die a sniveling mess.
I take my mind to a faraway place while Asher splays my legs open and ties them to the bed. When he’s done, he crawls back up my body and tears my panties away, then settles between my legs. With the first sweep of his tongue, I feel the vomit climbing higher in my throat.
“Fuck you, Asher.” I bite out.
“Baby, give me a minute, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do to you.”
He dips his head again and suctions his mouth onto my clit, and I do everything to get away from him. The rope sears my skin as the coarse fibers tear into my ankles, but I don’t care. It feels like my wrists are going to snap from the metal pressing against my bones, but I don’t care. I hear Asher chuckle, the sound vibrates against my flesh, and then it happens.
I feel my body reacting to him.
No, no, no! God, no. This can’t be happening. Muscle memory has me responding to his actions. Years and years of Asher pleasuring me has him knowing exactly what my body needs to bring me to the brink… And he is doing all those things to me now.
I thrash, an angry screech tearing from my throat as my body builds. He digs his fingers into my hips and pulls me flush against his face. His mouth sucks harder on my clit, and I feel the climb.
Please no. No, no, no.
To my horror, I start to pulse. My muscles clench as my orgasm builds. When Asher slips a finger inside me, I can’t stop myself from coming.
He looks up at me, his chin coated with my juices and a smug smirk on his face. “That didn’t take you long, now did it?”
The vomit clawing its way up my throat projectiles out my mouth, and I can’t take in air fast enough. I start choking on my puke.
Asher’s smug smirk morphs into disgust
