Chapter Thirty-One
My tongue is flicking her clit, lapping up the arousal I’ve caused from my touch, my mouth. Her taste is the sweetest thing to ever grace my tastebuds. She’s screaming for me to stop, but if she really wanted me to she wouldn’t be coming around the handle of my blade every time I fuck her. I stare up at her as she begs and pulls on her chains, her chocolate brown eyes burning into my soul. It takes me back to the first time I saw her.
2 years ago
I open the door of Travis’ F150 and hop down. He rounds the bed of the truck to meet me and take my hand in his. I lean into him, breathing in his familiar scent of amberwood and sage when I look up toward the entrance of Ignite and see the most stunning woman. Her blond hair is pulled up in a high ponytail, and she’s in a mini dress that barely covers her ass. My mouth waters at the sight of her. Mm, I bet she tastes divine.
I notice two women standing with her, one heavier than the other who has a large chest. Though all three are attractive, the blonde has my full attention. We begin to walk closer to the entrance and I see the one with a nice rack embrace my woman. I glare in their direction when the one holding her says something loud enough for me to hear.
“Ryan, can I stay with you tonight?” My girl nods her head yes. So her name is Ryan. Good to know. I file the information away for later.
Over the time I’ve been watching her, she’s never stayed in a relationship for more than a few weeks, and even then, it’s usually a one night stand. Her only constant has been the two women I saw her with that first night. Although the heavier one has brought a man into the group that has gotten close to all of them in one way or another.
I’ve left notes for her which she never seems to appreciate. I’ve even left her flowers a few times, but she throws them away. I can’t understand why she’s pushing me away like this. Even Travis understands that I belong to her now. He and I may still be involved sexually, but he knows my heart belongs to her.
I’m sitting in my usual spot at Mud House when a man walks up behind her. The friend I’ve learned is named Hadley greets him with much excitement that my Ryan doesn’t share. She goes rigid, her eyes flickering with so much emotion. Rage boils through my veins as I watch the scene before me.
I need to take her soon.
I pull on the long raven colored wig, covering my naturally golden locks, making sure it’s glued in place before I dress. The red lingerie set is something I found from a tiny local boutique several towns away and it perfectly shows off what I’m offering up to Ryan. The strap around my neck is the collar that holds the tether to the beautiful blonde I’m about to officially meet.
I stand by the door of her studio waiting for her arrival. I know I’m early but I need the extra time with her. I feel her presence before I look up to see her standing in front of me with a hesitant smile on her face.
“Hi! I’m Ryan, may I help you?” she asks as she takes a few steps toward me.
“Oh, hi! I’m Luna. I’m you’re one o’clock session. I just got here a little early and since it’s so nice I didn’t want to wait in my car.” I grin at her.
She leads me inside to a room where I can get changed. It doesn’t take me long since I wore the lingerie beneath my clothes. Once everything I don’t want in these photos is set down neatly on the couch, I take a step out into the hall. she”s bent over her bag in the lobby, her perfect ass on display. It takes everything in me not to grab it and knead the soft flesh. I quietly walk up behind her to get a better look at her beautiful physique.
The moment she calls me ‘gorgeous,’ I know she feels the same attraction I do. The need to be together. She’s just afraid to admit it.
Present day
I feel her body trembling under my touch and the languid strokes of my tongue against her clit, my blade handle reaching her inner most sensitive spot. Glancing up, I can see the tears streaming down her beautiful face as she cascades over the edge and I take her release again.
I sit up on my knees to watch her come down from her high. It’s beautiful, until she vomits. Again. That part’s gross; I don’t understand why she reacts this way when she obviously enjoys what I do to her.
Her body convulses and jerks against the chains as she expels the contents of her stomach yet again.
“You know you enjoy me, Ryan. Why do you keep reacting this way when I make you feel so good?” I ask, a snark in my voice I can’t help.
Before I can continue, I feel a large hand around my throat and a hard body behind me. Not the one I expect, either. I stiffen at the intruder.