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DELILAH

T he trees that line the building have a gap in them. It’s all I can focus on even though Asher is currently playing with my body. It’s fractured with the light inside of the room, turning the glass into a mirror, but I can see the edges of the gas mask.

He’s back.

And he’s watching me.

“Fuck, baby, you’re soaked. You love seeing what I do to you, don’t you?” Asher groans.

I’m too ashamed to admit that it’s mostly because of the freak watching us, but I nod.

Arching my back, I widen my thighs until my muscles burn to give him an unobstructed view as I beg, “Fuck me. Show everyone who I belong to.”

It’s the gas mask from the empty building. The freak was in there. Dust particles dirty the lenses, and he doesn’t move. He sticks to the border of the trees, his body hidden in the shadows, with only the mask in view.

The moonlight reflects off the dirty lenses and I lose sight of him for a split second as Asher slowly pushes inside me. My eyes roll to the back of my head, muscles twitching with the urge to close my legs, as he torturously slowly pushes inside of me. I clench and he groans into the crook of my neck. “Your starved pussy is sucking me in.”

I nod as I search for the masked freak again. Asher’s fingers flex around my neck and his voice is rougher as he drags my head to the side, inadvertently bringing into view what I want with a command.

“Watch.”

I don’t need to be told twice but my eyes flick from the mask to the image of Asher fucking me. He chokes me as he drags me down, so he’s fully buried inside me, and I let out a scream. No words, only sound, but he slaps his hand over my mouth and coos, “It’s okay, you’re doing such a good job welcoming me back.”

My moan is dulled by his hand as he thrusts up. Grabbing my wrists together in one hand, he holds them against my stomach and leans forward so I’m nearly bent in half. I try to protest because it blocks the freak’s view, but he bites into my shoulder, making me forget.

He thrusts up and the angle has me grabbing my own hands for stability.

“That’s it.” Another thrust and he increases the pressure against my lower stomach. “Take it all,” he groans, “my fucking slut.”

Wrapping his arm around my waist, he pushes forward and forces me onto my knees. His hand slowly slides off my face and he twists my arms behind me like reins. Our reflection shows how absolutely insane he looks with his damp hair sticking to his forehead. All of his muscles are tensed and a vein bulges from his arm to his shoulder.

The thrusts turn more violent, and the position keeps the mask in my periphery. I’m watching him watch us. I know what he can see. And I smile.

I smile, taunting him with something the freak doesn’t understand as I scream for the only man I want. “Fuck me harder.”

Twisting my arms in Asher’s hands, I attempt to free myself. He tightens his hold and drags them to rest in the center of my back in one hand. It pushes my hips higher, and my cheek hits the floor.

He’s still watching.

I can see more of him now.

A loud crack pierces the air before my nerves even register the sting of Asher’s palm slapping off my ass.

“Look at that pretty little hole.” He aims the next slap directly between my cheeks, making me clench. “All tight and unused.”

I whimper into the floor around my begging. “So, use it.” Another slap. “Use me.”

More pressure is applied to my body as he leans forward. My ass is pushed up and there’s no space between us. I’m the one hidden in the shadows, watching now. It’s exhilarating to be surrounded by my husband while the freak watches.

I will never admit this shit once this moment is over, but I trail my eyes down from the mask, hoping the moonlight filters through the tight tree branches. I pause over where I assume his groin will be, but there’s no movement.

A drawer opens, forcing me back in the room. I look to the side as much as I’m able to. Asher picks up a bottle of lube from the dresser drawer. It’s unsealed and he dips down to softly whisper, “For the nights I couldn’t take it anymore.”

Logically I know he’s talking about his own hand. Jealousy still overtakes me. It should be me and only me. I don’t even want him touching himself.

That’s the reason I fight as I kick back and try to pull my arms free, seething. “You only ever fuck me. Not your hand.”

I throw my head back, but he moves to the side and drops my hands, making me scramble so I don’t smack my head off the floor. My palms stop me, but he pushes against my head, so my cheek is pushed in.

Pulling out to the tip of his dick, he thrusts in one hard, fluid motion. “Fight me, Delilah.” Another thrust but he angles his hips. “Fight for me.”

“You are mine,” I grind out as I push my hips back, meeting his rhythm.

His fingers slap the top of my ass. “My good fucking girl.”

The praise urges me on, and I keep screaming my claim, hoping that the freak hears. A cap clicks in the background of my chanting and cool liquid spills between my ass cheeks.

Asher slows his thrusts and sets the bottle down while I continue rocking back. He’s gentle as he massages the lube around my ass and slowly pushes one finger in. The feeling of being stretched everywhere forces a groan of sheer pleasure out of me. My sounds all mix together as he adds a second finger with gentle encouragement.

“That’s it, fuck yourself on my fingers while I take care of your pussy.”

I hadn’t noticed I was still rocking back, and I stretch my arms out in front of me to look over my shoulder at him. His eyes are already on me, and his eyes harden.

“Did I say you could look at me?” he asks. I shake my head. “Exactly. Eyes on the window until you’re fully broken in to be used by me. Only me.”

With his free hand, he taps the middle of my back and pushes deeper into me. “Arms.”

Stretching my arms behind me, I lay my forearms together. He doesn’t hold them in place and pushes my thighs further apart. I watch him move, his muscles rippling, the crazed look in his eyes as he watches his fingers and dick.

Asher pushes his other hand under me, and I clench as he circles my clit. The thrusts get harder. His hips slam against my ass and the back of my thighs. The gentle circles are at odds to the violent way he fucks me.

My cheek scrapes against the floor and he adds a third finger, making me scream. The pressure is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before and there are no taunts or reprimands. He just fucks me and looks up, locking his eyes with mine in the glass.

There are three pairs of eyes staring back at me. All of them are familiar and new, but it builds me higher. Asher’s are harder than his thrusts, almost enraged, and my knees slide against the floor as he pushes his fingers down to feel his dick while slapping against my clit.

I scream louder and my arms slip from my back. He grabs one to pull me up and then drops it to hook his arm around my neck. His dick is even deeper in this position, so are his fingers, but he chokes me with the inside of his elbow as he thrusts up with a demand.

“Play with your clit,” his lips are right by my ear, “and come until you’re running down both of our thighs.”

My hand shakes as I weakly lift it between my thighs. It’s partly due to the freak watching and hearing Asher’s harsh breathing. The other part is fear. He’s angry and he has control of my air. So, why the fuck do I want him to cut it off?

Thankfully, he has more control than I do and doesn’t increase the pressure as I lift up on my knees to watch him fuck me. He doesn’t remove his fingers from my ass. His knuckles are cushioned between my ass cheeks, and he thrusts up, biting into the point my neck and shoulder meet. My head rolls, giving him more space as my eyes move in a line between the mask to Asher.

Each pass between them speeds my fingers up until I’m an even bigger mess. His jaw locks, sending shockwaves of pain through my body that mix with the euphoria. We both tense and my mouth opens on a silent scream as it all explodes.

Lights burst behind my eyes, fragmenting the mask, Asher’s eyes, and my own features in front of me. Each particle is like dust floating in front of me and he falls forward, trapping me under him as he thrusts three more times.