LOVE SOAKED

CHAPTER 16- fog? But it's bangalore.

TRISHA

Mortification flooded my cheeks. One minute I was yelling at Asher, the next I was lost in a kiss so intense it stole the air from my lungs.  Now, sprawled across the backseat with my dress bunched around my waist, I felt exposed and vulnerable.  "Asher," I stammered, pushing weakly at his chest, "I think… I think I should get out of the car."

His response was a low chuckle, the sound sending shivers down my spine.  "Not going anywhere now, storm," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.  His hand trailed down my arm, sending sparks dancing across my skin, and then, with a swift movement, he flipped me onto my back, his body hovering possessively over mine.  My breath hitched.  This wasn't embarrassment anymore.  This was exhilarating fear, a delicious mix of terror and anticipation.

The dim glow from the dashboard cast long shadows across his face, his features sculpted and intense.  His eyes, usually a warm brown, now blazed with a dark hunger that both frightened and thrilled me.  "You started this, remember?Now I'll finish decide when this ends" he said, his voice a low growl.  His thumb brushed across my lips, sending a jolt through me.  The memory of the kiss, raw and passionate, sent a blush creeping back up my neck.

"I… I wasn't thinking," I stammered, the truth hanging heavy in the air.  Part of me wanted to disappear, to rewind time and pretend the last five minutes never happened.  But another, more reckless part, thrummed with a newfound awareness, a yearning for something I had promised myself not to want anymore.

Just as my brain started to work, a palm connected with my ass cheek with a loud slap that made me almost moan. Then it came again, and this time Asher's words, " Don't think I'll let anyone hear you scream storm, those are mine." Slap,"only fucking mine." "bite on my other hand to hold yourself back from screaming, mark me while I mark you baby."

I did as I was told I bit Ashers hand to hold back my moans, the pain and the pleasure causing me to be a puddle under his body. Slap, Slap, Slap, after 3 continous spankings I couldn't hold it back anymore, if I bit him anymore I'd draw blood, I released his hand and let myself moan loudly. Suddenly the spanking had stopped.

Feeling the loss of his palm on my ass I looked back, Ashers eyes were hooded, both of us consumed by lust, he finally broke the silence by  brushing his fingers up my pussy, slightly teasing and grazing my clit, sending jolts of pleasure up my entire body. I needed him. Right now, rest of the world be damned.

He broke the silence by asking me a simple question, " for someone as defiant as you,  you seemed to love being punished. Is that it storm?."

"Yes." I croaked out.

"Do you know who gets punished baby? Filthy sluts.
Are you a slut behind this good girl exterior, storm?"

My entire body was on fire, I wanted him to do a lot of dirty things to me, he looked deadly and delicious as sin, if devils looked like him, no wonder people sinned. And I for one was not a saint.

" Care to test that theory Asher?" I asked feeling too brave until, another Slap and I was crying his name.

"I'm going to give you my finger, because your moans are music to my ears, but only my ears. So keep your moans low and only audible to me. Understood?"

Before I knew what I was doing I was nodding at Asher's command.

Without wasting a single second he flipped one finger into my pussy." You are so fucking tight baby, im going to have to prep you a lot if you were to take my dick."

The thought of taking his dick was enough to make me moan in accordance to what he was saying. And taking it as permission he slipped another finger inside, with two fingers hitting my g-spot on the inside and Asher whispering sweet everything's in my ear, I was going to cum, again. Until Asher lowered his mouth from my ear to my ass and began to lick me in long strides, his tongue soothing the pain from the spanking and the cool air he blew on my ass while his finger kept hitting the spot sent me over the edge and I screamed his name.

Asher!!...fuck Ashe!!!....oh god... oh my god!!!!!.....

With no strength left in me I collapsed onto the seat. When Asher held me. When I got up, I gave him my hankie from my bag." Here, use it to clean your fingers." It was a simple gesture but he seemed annoyed.

He took his fingers to his lips and before I could fathom what he was going to do, he licked one finger and left a small growl, he placed the second finger infront of my mouth, " lick it, taste how good you taste baby."

I did as he told and licked myself from his finger, tasting my own pussy juices, as soon as I was done Licking his finger he crashed his mouth onto mine, devouring me like his only meal. He bit my lip causing me to bleed a little.

" Next time you think about letting another guy touch you, remember, I have no issues killing a person and going to prison, and even then you'll be last meal storm."

With that the look in his eyes from hunger changed to something similar to compassion. He helped me fix up my hair, dress and make up and got out of the car, he made a phone call to his driver to come and drive me home, but not before writting " I'm sorry" on the fogged up car window.

"We really fogged up the place pretty bad huh?" I tried to make a joke but Asher ignored it,  just like how he ignored me on the drive home. He pulled out an umbrella and escorted me till my house, held my dress to make sure it doesnt get wet.

Was this really the same guy who just took charge and spanked the living life out of me before he fingered me till i was screaming his name in the car?
Now he seems so caring, and kind and everything you could ask for in a man.

If he's a golden retriever on the outside and a beast in sheets, there is no way I will able to safeguard my heart. He's a freaking walking green flag. Actually he's a green forest. The only thing I hope is, in this game of wits, lies and deceit, I dont lose my heart.

With his thought, I waved goodbye to Asher and stepped into my house, suddenly feeling....empty.