Ryder (Phoenix MC #1)

Twenty-Eight

B y the time I’d fitted the handcuffs, with his large arms looped behind his head, he was out of it. It was the strangest sense of power and security that washed over me as I stared down at him. Naked. Restrained. Drugged. Vulnerable .

The trust he’d put in me, by letting me do this, was incredible. I knew I could have used this opportunity to run from him, from this place, but I didn’t want to leave his side. Putting him in this state made his safety my responsibility now. I’d used a much smaller dose than before, because I didn’t want him to be out all damn night, but also after that other man had died, I realised just how dangerous this really was.

I’d never have suggested it, or risked trying it again, but Ryder had made this happen this time, and maybe he was right. The second I realised just what he was offering, what a sacrifice he was willingly making, I couldn’t turn it down. I didn’t want to, because I wanted him again. I’d always wanted him again, but I never dreamed I’d get the chance.

He looked so peaceful, sprawled on the bed, his face relaxed and calm, his lips parted a little as he breathed. His breathing was steady and even. I’d used the rope he supplied to tie his ankles down, and now he was prone and at my mercy. Again .

The Viagra was working, or he’d been truthful about how horny he’d been, because he’d already been hard the whole time I’d been tying him up. I stared at his cock, remembering how great it felt inside me. How it had brought me so much pleasure. How I desperately wanted to feel that pleasure again, so I could overwrite the beast’s tainted touch at the same time.

Could I touch it again? I reached for it, and swallowed hard as my hand paused by his hip.

Last time we’d done this he’d been unwilling and unaware, and even after, he wasn’t really sure what had happened, and once again, we’d be doing something only I could remember. I got up from the bed, and looked for his phone, finding it in his jeans pocket. If he’d retrieved mine from anywhere, I didn’t have it back yet. Maybe it had been lost.

His phone needed a thumbprint to unlock it, so I took it back to the bed, and used his thumb to unlock it, and then I looked for his camera app. It was different to the phone I’d had, but once I found it, I took a few photos of him lying there, exposed, aroused, beautiful.

Then I switched the app to video, and started it recording.

“I’m doing this so you can see our time together, Ryder. You missed it last time, but I won’t let you miss this. Thank you, for willingly letting me have you this way.” I moved and set the phone up on his bedside table, making sure to angle it so that it could see him and me. If he could gift me this time with him, then I could gift him with a video recording of it.

With the return of circumstances I found more familiar and comfortable, my confidence grew. I joined him on the bed, and wrapped my hand around his hard cock, stroking up and down the hot, silky length, watching it begin to weep with pre-cum. I smoothed my thumb over the head, and smeared the moisture, before leaning down and running my tongue from base to tip.

His taste was familiar, and as I slid my mouth over the head of his cock, and sucked it deep into my throat, I felt more of my confidence returning. I knew I could do it. I could take him, use him, and get off, and he’d given me that. A gift . The perfect gift.

Suddenly all I could think about was feeling that thick cock inside me again. I slid away from him, and quickly stripped off, taking a moment to catch my breath, before I climbed back onto the bed, and straddled his legs. I stroked his cock again, feeling it twitch in my grip.

Ryder let out a soft moan, and his head moved a little. I leaned over him, stroking his face.

“Ryder? Can you hear me, lover? Can you feel me stroking your dick for you? Does it feel good?”

He let out another soft sound, and his cock jerked in my hand.

I lowered my lips to his, savouring the soft pliant touch. If he’d been awake, he’d have taken my kiss, and turned it into his. He’d have drawn my tongue into his mouth, and his would have plundered my mouth. A surprised shiver ran down my spine, as I realised that I wished he would. Suddenly all I wanted was for him to be kissing me back. I licked at his lips, smiling at the sharp prickly sensation of the stubble surrounding them.

Reaching for Ryder’s cock, I positioned myself and began the luxurious slide down onto him, as my body enveloped him inside. Oh god. Yes. It felt just as good as I remembered, the perfect fit, stretching me just enough that it felt amazing sliding inside me. Just long enough that, when I was seated on him, it was almost too much, almost painful. Yes.

“Ryder, I wish you could open your eyes and see me as I sit on your cock, as I ride you. You’re magnificent. Beautiful. Your body is my fucking playground .”

I leaned down and kissed his lips again, then I licked my forefingers, and swirled them around his nipples, imagining him hissing with pleasure as I did it.

The first rise and fall onto him felt like heaven. Bliss. Rapture. He felt it too, and I know that, because his eyes suddenly opened and he stared blankly at the ceiling.

“Ryder?” I leaned over his face, and he blinked slowly, his eyes moving sluggishly. I lifted my hips and dropped down onto him again, and he groaned.

“How’s that, lover? Does that feel good? Can you feel my wet pussy around your cock? Can you feel me riding you?”

His eyes focused on me for a brief moment, maybe a second or so. He swallowed hard, letting out another groan as I took him inside me again. He wet his lips, and pulled at the cuffs on his wrists, and focused on me again for a brief moment.

“Your cock feels so good, Ryder. It’s so deep inside me. It almost hurts every time I land down, and take it inside me. You’re almost too big for me to take. Can you feel this?”

His eyes seemed to almost roll back in his head, and then he shook his head once, and his focus returned for a fraction of a second. I lowered my lips to his, and moaned when his lips parted, and I slid my tongue in, to kiss him. He made another sound, but he didn’t kiss me back. He wasn’t aware enough for that.

Some men come and go like this, and others stay out the whole time. I sometimes wonder if the Viagra has a stimulant effect, which counteracts with the GHB to a degree. I wouldn’t know, because sadly I have no medical training at all.

He faded out again, his eyes closing while I was still kissing him. Oddly, I felt disappointed. As much as I needed him, or any man, to be out of it and under my power, I wanted him aware. I wanted him to know I was riding him and enjoying him, and he was oblivious.

He still let out an occasional moan, so I knew he could feel, or felt it now and then. I leaned down on my hands, using the change of angle to stimulate my clit as I rode him, switching to a hip rolling motion to rub my clit against him as I moved. As always, my orgasm started building rapidly when I combined the friction with those deep, almost painful plunges inside me.

When I came, and waves of pleasure washed over me, I writhed against Ryder’s cock, and I felt it twitching inside me with his orgasm as Ryder let out a low moan, even in his unconscious state.

Exhausted and sated, I lay forward and covered his still, quiet body with my own, keeping him inside me, relishing the bizarre feeling of closeness that I felt, even with him still out of it and unaware.

Ryder

I woke slowly, feeling groggy and confused. I took a few slow breaths, fighting a surge of nausea, and finally felt my stomach settle a little. My eyes opened, finding the room still lit, and the light burned at my eyes, making me hiss out a curse.

There was a weight on me, or was it just that I was so exhausted, or drained, that I couldn’t move? My arms wouldn’t move, and neither would my legs. Was I paralysed? Trapped?

I moved my head around, and saw dark hair; a head resting on my chest. I blinked against the fogginess in my brain. What the hell? Why couldn’t I move?

“Hey!” I hissed, pulling hard against the restraints on my arms. What the fuck!

The body draped over mine moved, and a face stared back at me. She looked startled, and a little pale, like I’d just woken her.

“Ryder.”

I blinked at her foggily. “Tori… I can’t move.”

She gasped and moved away from me, the loss of her body heat a shock to me, as my body seemed to cool almost immediately.

“Get these things off me,” I snapped, and she moved fast, grabbing a key, and unlocking the cuffs. My cuffs . I sat up the second she removed them, and groaned as my head started spinning, and my stomach lurched again.

“Jesus.”

“Ryder?”

She hurried over to untie whatever the hell was restraining my legs, and then I was free. I scrambled from the bed and hurried to the bathroom, reaching the toilet just in time, as my stomach rejected whatever the hell was in it. It felt like pure acid coming up, and my head throbbed in time with my racing pulse.

“What did you do to me?” I hissed, as I rested my head against the cool toilet seat, the room spinning again for a moment. “Jesus.”

“You wanted me to. It was your idea,” she protested, her hands twisting around each other, as I glared at her from the toilet.

“Bullshit. I don’t remember that.”

“Oh god…” She hurried out of the room, and I heard her talking to someone. It was almost too quiet to hear, but I heard something. I just had to stop listening, so I could throw up some more.

The next voice I heard wasn’t hers. Heavy footsteps approached me, and I heard a curse.

“Jesus Christ. You could have warned me the first thing I’d see was his bare ass.”

It was Ice. He came over to crouch beside me.

“Brother, you’re gonna be fine, okay? I’ll help you back to bed, and we’ll get you some water. Tori? You get him a glass of water, love.”

“NO! Don’t let her do it.” I didn’t trust her anymore, because she must have drugged me again. It was so fucking obvious.

He got up and went to the doorway.

“How much did you give him, dammit?” What?

“You knew? You bastard!”

He came back, crouching again to put himself back in my eyeline.

“Look, brother, you’re not with it right now, but we should have thought of this. Memory loss is a thing with GHB. You arranged this with your lady there.”

I stared at him, as my stomach clenched again. Don’t be sick again, please, fuck, don’t be sick again.

“What?”

He nodded. “You came to me earlier today, and asked me to get you some GHB and Viagra. I dropped them off a few hours later.”

I was shaking my head, no matter the risk to my damn stomach and equilibrium.

“This is insane. Why the hell would I do that?”

He reached out to grab my shoulder, and then frowned, and pulled his hand back.

“You wanted Tori to feel safe. You wanted to give her a scenario where she could be with you, and not be afraid.”

Fuck… it was starting to sound vaguely familiar all of a sudden.

“Jesus.”

“Yeah. For the record, I told you it was a fucking dumbass thing to do, but you wouldn’t listen. I figured it was safer to supply what you wanted, and be on standby in case anything went wrong.”

I’d started to shiver, so Ice hauled me up, helped me gargle with a few handfuls of water, and then dragged me back to the bed, pulling back the covers and shoving me under them.

“That’s better, now I don’t have to stare at your bare ass, or your junk.” He reached over to the bedside cabinet, grabbing my phone, which was propped up facing us.

“This is recording.” He stopped it, and turned to look at Tori. She was hovering near the kitchen, with a glass of water in her hand.

“I felt bad that he wouldn’t remember, so I videoed it for him.”

He turned back and handed me the phone.

“I promise you, brother. This happened because you made it possible. She didn’t do this to you without your consent this time.”

I nodded carefully as I took the phone.

“Yeah. I’m starting to remember coming to you. I don’t remember much after then though.”

I glanced at Tori, who was still staying away from me.

“I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to freak out on you. Please come over here.”

She looked at the glass of water in her hand.

“Yes, please. I need that.”

She took a few steps closer, and stopped again.

“Ice could get you a fresh glass if you’re worried.”

I shook my head. “No, babe, I trust you. I’m sorry. I couldn’t remember anything when I woke up, but he’s right. I remember asking him for the drugs, and I remember why.”

Tori climbed onto the bed beside me, and pressed the glass of water in my hand, hovering for a moment in case I couldn’t hold it steady. She wasn’t staying as far away as usual. Was it a good sign?

Ice cleared his throat. “So you’re feeling okay now?” I nodded, and looked at Tori again.

“Did… did it give you what you needed?” Her cheeks flushed red, and she cast a glance at Ice before she looked back at me, nodding quickly. She was wearing one of my t-shirts, which covered her almost to her knees, and thank fuck she’d covered up before he came in, because I wasn’t strong enough right now, to kick his ass for having eyes.

“Hopefully when my body feels like mine again, I’ll be able to feel no blue balls anymore.”

Ice groaned. “Jesus, man. Can I go now please?”

I glanced at Tori. “You okay if he goes?” She was nodding again.

“Thank you, Ice. I didn’t know what to do when he first woke up. I’m… I… I’ve never been around for that part before. I didn’t know it makes people sick.”

He gestured at me. “He was sick last time too, but it could just be him. Apart from this, and some vodka now and then, he’s one of those weird clean living people.” He faked a shudder, and she smiled.

“Thank you for helping us.”

He nodded, reaching over to bump his fist against mine.

“I’m out. You’ve got my number, but don’t abuse it.”

After he left, Tori and I just stared at each other for a few moments. The silence that fell was no longer wary, or cautious. It was comfortable.

“So…”

She giggled. “That the best you can do?”

I squinted my eyes against the light in the room, hating the way my head was still throbbing. It was practically sagging on my shoulders, the drug still weighing me down a little.

“Yeah… I have no idea what to ask. There’s no precedent for this. Did you feel safe? I guess that’s the important one.”

She nodded. “It was strange. It was like… I felt strong again, brave. I knew that I was safe. In control. Powerful. But…” She cast her eyes down.

“But?” I wished I could remember, or have been aware for it. Still, she had a video for me to watch, and that was something .

“I missed you.”

Huh? I lifted my head, which felt foggy still, and probably would for a while.

“Missed me how?”

She pressed her fingers against her lips.

“You opened your eyes at one point, and I thought you were with me, but when I kissed you, you weren’t there, and I really wished you were.”

Wow. I wasn’t sure what to do with that. I mean, I was pissed that I’d missed that too.

“I see. I wish I’d been there too. I’d love to see you, and feel you, as you take your power back, and use me like that.” I sound like a little bitch. Jesus .

She pointed to my phone. “You could watch the video.”

I nodded. “I want to, but I want to be more aware when I do. I’m still kinda foggy at the moment.”

I could tell that bothered her.

“I didn’t know what the after-effects were, because I’ve never been around for that part. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know it makes you so ill.”

I drank some more of the water, trying to ease the burning in my throat from throwing up. I set the glass aside and leaned back against the pillows.

“Honestly, babe… I’ll take a bit of sickness, if it means you get to feel like you’re you again.”

When she smiled and moved closer, I let her ease my arm back so she could snuggle against my chest, and that’s how I fell asleep again.