TWENTY SEVEN

I open my mouth and lick his finger and tasted my own juice. My tears flowed because of what I have experienced tonight. But that's all I can do. To cry and cry. Because I can't do anything to defend myself.

I have never experienced anything like this with Asher. But now I’m almost no different than a paid toy. He manipulated me and played on me anytime he wants.

"Good girl." Then Asher pulled his finger and wiped it into my face. "Next time, don't make me angry so you don't get hurt." He stroked my hair and kiss my shoulder.

"I feel cold," I whispered.

"What do you want, I can heat you up?" I shook in response as I continued to cry. "I'm getting hot too, Ashley," he said once squeezing my chest hard as he kissed me on the neck.

"Asher, please enough. Please forgive me and have mercy on me." He stopped then grabbed my face and looked into my eyes.

"I don't want to, I'm not done with you. Come with me because we're going home." Then he