27. Ryker
27
Ryker
I almost came in my jeans at the sight of her standing there in nothing but her lacy panties and t-shirt. The t-shirt does nothing to hide her perky nipples peaked underneath it and while the lace fabric hid her pussy fairly well, her underwear was actually a fucking thong , so I got a full picture of her soft, round, luscious ass. All I wanted was to fucking bite it and make her jump from the pain so I could kiss it better.
She won’t be getting any pleasure from me, though, because tonight she’s in so much trouble.
The alcohol seems to have her feeling braver and bolder than usual, evidenced by the fact that she’s not budging at my insistence she grab her stuff so we can go. Is she trying to call my bluff? Does she not believe I’ll haul her ass out of here over my shoulder? She’s about to learn that I don’t bluff.
I step forward and she answers by taking a mirrored step back, but I’m too quick for her. Her reflexes are clearly sluggish from drinking, so I grab her around the waist and hoist her over my shoulder in one swift motion.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she screams, punching my back. “I’m too heavy, put me down before you hurt yourself.”
“Hush. I warned you and gave you a chance to do this the easy way and you chose wrong. So now, we do it my way,” I explain as I smack her sharply on the ass. Fuck, her ass feels divine under my hand. “Wrinley, gather her stuff so I can take her home, please.”
Her best friend sports a look resembling a deer in headlights, but does as I ask, scurrying around her apartment and gathering her belongings. She stuffs them into a bag and I reach my free hand out to take it from her. Then I motion for her to hand me a blanket, which she quickly does so I can shield her bare ass from the world. I’m already furious. I don’t need to go to jail for beating someone’s ass because they saw hers.
I walk out the door without another word. I’m officially over it.
“Wait! I need to say goodbye. Wrinleyyyyyyy,” she whines while stretching to reach her best friend. Like that’s going to help her.
“Must be nice to want things. I wanted you to be good tonight, yet here we are.”
We’re at my car quickly and I’ve buckled her in, safely, despite the exaggerated pout she’s sporting. I dig out her car keys and toss them to Hayes. “Just take it to my place, please. Park it in my guest spot.”
He nods and takes off, leaving me to deal with my little rule breaker.
By the time I slide into the car, she’s already yawning. So I drive and think about how I’m going to teach her a well-earned lesson.
Arabella
I wake up in Ryker’s living room, covered in a warm, fluffy blanket. How the fuck did I get back here? It’s dark and I still feel buzzed. Glancing at my watch, it’s not even midnight. My face falls into my hands and I groan.
“Good, you’re awake,” his voice startles me, causing me to jump. He’s sitting in his man in charge chair, leaning back with his legs spread wide. It may be dark, but I can clearly see his eyes staring back at me and it causes a shiver to travel up my spine.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, feeling embarrassed that I acted the way I did. I can see on his face he’s not happy.
He leans forward and pushes a glass of water towards me. “Drink.” The sheer amount of words he’s not using has my nerves on high alert, but I do as he says and I drink the entire glass of water.
We sit in uncomfortable silence for what feels like forever, before I beg, “Please say something.”
“Tell me again how sorry you are, but do it from your knees.” His face is expressionless and I can’t help but worry that I’ve jeopardized everything.
I lift off the blanket and notice I’m still in my underwear, and I feel a chill across my skin, causing goosebumps to erupt all over. I stand and then lower myself to my knees between his legs. “I’m sorry, Sir,” I plead, trying to find the right words. “I got carried away. We were just messing around. I didn’t mean–. It won’t happen again.”
His eyes are laser focused on mine and the shame hits me like a tidal wave, causing me to drop my gaze and aim it at the floor instead.
His hand grasps my chin and he tips my face upward and orders, “You’ll look at me for this.”
Another agonizingly long pause before he continues.
“I want you to have fun and enjoy yourself, which you obviously were, but alcohol will no longer be involved. Do you understand me?”
I nod in acknowledgment and give him the words I know he’s looking for, “I understand, Sir.”
“You’ve been in more than one unsafe situation recently, and alcohol was involved both times. That ends now. I will not allow you to jeopardize what belongs to me and that includes you for the duration of our arrangement.” It’s not lost on me that he stipulated his claim on me, indicating an end date. A pain hits my belly at the reminder, but I shouldn’t be surprised. Nothing lasts forever.
“I’m disappointed Arabella,” he continues and that word sends a sharp pain right through my heart as he stands. “I should punish you, but I’m not in the habit of punishing someone who’s under the influence. So you will drink more water, you will eat something and you will get some sleep. If anything like this happens again, I won’t be pleased.”
His matter of fact tone brokers no room for argument, as he reaches out his hand to help me stand. And then he does something I could have never seen coming. He pulls me into his arms and embraces me tightly, like he never wants to let me go. Part of me doesn’t want him to, because I’ve never felt as safe in my life as I do in this man’s arms.