Page 124 of Beautiful Prey

I press my forehead into the mattress, breathing through the heat. Another sharp slap makes me jolt. “I asked you a question.”

“Do it again.”

His hand comes down harder on the same spot. Light, it hurts, bright and hot enough to sting my eyes, but my thighs shake, and my hips still push back towards him.

“Shh. I know.” His tongue drags over the burning skin, soothing the sting until it turns into something warmer. “So pretty like this. All red for me.”

A third finger works in beside the others, stretching me while I bury my face in the mattress and push back into his hand.

“Look at you taking three.” He adds more slick with his thumb, working it in slowly. “That’s it. Such a good puppy for me.”

My fingers curl uselessly above my head, the belt holding while I move against him.

Then he pulls his fingers free, and the emptiness hits so fast I shove backward after his hand. “No. Put them back.”

“Look at that. So fucking sexy.” His palm settles, warm over the skin he reddened, holding me in place. “Look at you clenching on nothing.”

I drag my knees underneath me, the belt stopping me before I can move far. It leaves me with my chest against the mattress, and my ass raised, hips rolling uselessly as I search for him.

The bed shifts behind me. More oil warms my skin, then Asher’s hands close around my hips and draw me back until there’s nowhere left to go.

“Good boy.”

The first push steals my breath. I go still beneath him, every muscle tightening before slowly giving way as he takes his time and lets my body adjust around him.

His grip changes when I start moving back toward him, one hand spreading over my hip while the other steadies me against the mattress. The next movement goes deeper, pulling a broken sound from me before I can bury it in the sheets.

He does it again, finding the angle that makes my whole body react. Heat tears through me, sharp enough that my bound hands tug uselessly against the belt while my hips chase him on instinct.

“That’s it, puppy. So good for me.”

When he bottoms out, we both gasp. His hips press flush against my burning skin, and the weight of him inside me drags a sound out of my throat before I can stop it.

“There.” His palm slides up my spine and settles between my shoulder blades. “That’s where you belong.”

He gives me a second. Then, without really deciding to, I push back against him. When Asher goes still, heat floods my face, and for one terrible second I want to pretend I didn’t do it.

“There’s my good boy,” he murmurs, one hand tightening on my hip.

Something about the praise makes me do it again.

He draws back and moves into me, slow enough that I feel it all. The next time he does it, I meet him halfway, tentative at first, learning what happens when I stop lying still and let my body answer him.

“That’s it, puppy. Just like that.”

I bury my face in the mattress, but I’m not hiding from him anymore.

His rhythm builds behind me, one hand holding my hip while the other closes around my bound wrists. His thumb moves over the leather and the skin beneath it, checking me without interrupting anything.

“So pretty like this,” he breathes against my ear. “All tied up for me.”

I test the belt again, feeling it hold, and this time the restraint doesn’t frighten me the same way.

“Maybe next time I’ll gag you too,” he murmurs against my shoulder. “Keep all those sounds for myself.”

“Maybe.” The word is out before I can stop it, and when he pauses, heat crawls up my neck. I immediately regret saying it.

Then his mouth finds my shoulder, and I feel him smile against my skin. “Maybe?”