40. Ryker
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Ryker
T he sight of her sitting in her car, alone and sobbing, nearly destroyed me. I knew Christine was cruel and unkind, but I had no idea how bad it had gotten. This… is next level and diabolical. People like her shouldn't be parents. Full stop.
If I wasn’t sure before, I sure as fuck am now. I’ll do everything in my power to protect this beautiful soul sitting next to me. But her mother… Arabella can’t be controlled by her forever. I know it’s second nature for her to give in to her mother and hide from the intense emotions she elicits in her, but I wish she could see what I see when I look at her. I need her to understand.
“I’d like to try something from your soft limit list if you’re open to it. Do you trust me?”
She moves her head up and down, nodding. “Words, baby. I need to hear you say it.”
“I–I trust you, Sir.”
“Would you like to talk about your soft limit before we start? I have no problem talking about it first.” I’d rather not tell her what I’m planning, because I want her to stay with me, in the moment. If she knows what’s coming, she might not let go like I want her to. Regardless, despite what I want, I’d tell her everything, down to the last detail if she wanted or needed me to. I want her to feel comfortable and safe, no matter what we’re doing.
“I’m okay, Sir. I promise. I trust you won’t harm me.”
I’ve never been more relieved than I am at this moment. It takes a lot of trust to do the things we do and knowing that I’ve earned that from her, fills me with an intense need to kiss her until neither of us can breathe. Instead, I take her hand and pull her to her feet.
She’s still sniffling, but the tears have lessened. Grabbing the hem of her sweater I lift, pulling it over her head. “Remember your safeword. You can use it at any time. If you can’t speak, tap me on the leg three times and I’ll stop.” She doesn’t respond, but her eyes are locked on me, staring blankly as I continue to undress her, working her leggings over her round ass and down her thighs, getting down on one knee to pull them off her.
As I stand, I notice the moistness covering her inner thighs and I can’t stop myself from inhaling her scent. She’s already aroused. Good. She wanted a distraction and I’m going to give it to her. “You know what to do,” I command and like a good girl, she drops to her knees before me.
“You’re such a good fucking girl for me,” I praise as I grab a fistful of her hair and tug her head back forcing her to look up at me. There’s no denying my girl has a bit of a praise kink. Not surprising, since she’s not used to receiving it, but that’s going to change. “You’re going to keep being good and do everything I say, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. No speaking unless I ask you a direct question or you need to use your safeword. Are we clear?”
She nods and I walk to the mirror on the far wall by the door and press a button. What she didn’t know until this moment, is that we’re in a voyeur-exhibition room and the mirror can be changed based on the preferences of whoever is in the room. We can watch out, people can watch in, we can have it both ways or no way. It's a user’s delight.
Deciding I want to push her, I flip the switch so we can see out and others can see in. Exhibitionism wasn’t a limit on her list, so let’s find out if my girl likes to be watched. Her pupils blow wide as a few club members wander over and she realizes they can see her.
She looks up at me, worry written on her face. I have her kneeling in front of the bed, so I move behind her and sit on the plush mattress. “Take off your bra,” I order. She hesitates and moves to turn around, but I stop her, pointing to the large window. “No. Face forward. Do not take your eyes off of them or you’ll be punished.”
Her breath hitches but she follows my command and reaches behind her back, unhooking her lace bra and letting it fall to the floor.
“Hands behind your back.” Once her hands are where I want them, I lean forward and reach around her to land a hard slap on each breast.
“Ah,” she gasps. I can already see my handprints forming on her fair skin and my dick starts to harden at the beautiful sight. Then I slap them again causing the red to burn brighter against her pale flesh.
I lean down, leveling my mouth to her right ear and groan. “Look at their faces, Bella. Do you see that? Every one of them is in awe of you. Of your gorgeous body.” She’s trembling but I’m not ready to let her give up yet. She knows how to stop this. “They don’t even know you, but they want you. They can’t have you… but they wish they could.”
Arabella
Holy fucking hell, how does he always know what to say to make me melt? The desire to crawl onto the bed and cover myself, hiding from the eyes staring down at me, is strong. Baring myself to them is embarrassing. They don’t know me, but I can’t deny the raw, unfiltered hunger in their gazes. For me. And I’d be lying if I said it didn’t stoke a fire within me, knowing I’m the cause of their lust.
“Spread your legs,” Ryker orders. “Show them my pussy. Show them what they want, but can’t have.” My panties are still on, but his command has me soaking through the fabric. I do as he says, showing them my barely covered pussy. One man is moving his arm in a tell-tale way behind the wall and I have no doubt he’s rubbing his cock.
Oh my god.
I did that.
The powerful feeling that washes over me is admittedly intoxicating.
He stands to move in front of me. “Look at me.” He’s full of direct commands tonight, leaving no room for interpretation or deviation and it has my core clenching aggressively every time.
I love him this way.
Strict and in control.
I want to be good for him, now and always. I look up at him with adoration in my eyes.
“Use your fingers on that perfect cunt and don’t stop until you’ve made yourself come.”
Fuck.
I can’t make myself come with my fingers. I always have to use a vibrator. I don’t know if I can do this, but I’m determined to try… for him. I slide my hand down my stomach, dip my fingers underneath the wet lace and sink two fingers between my slick folds until I find my clit. I jerk slightly at the first touch to the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“I bet my little exhibitionist slut is soaking wet right now, isn’t she?”
Before I can nod in agreement at his speculation, I feel a sharp slap to my thigh and my head snaps to the source of the pain. I see the red mark on my thigh and notice he’s holding a riding crop. Memories flood me from the last time he used that crop. Shit, that hurt. But I can’t deny that it’s helping.
“I’m going to keep hitting you with this crop until you come on your fucking fingers. Better hurry. Or don’t. I know how much you like the pain.”
He’s not wrong, because butterflies are already flitting around in my stomach after the first impact. Another slap falls on my right breast as I dip my fingers into my soaked pussy and use my own juices for lubrication. Rubbing short strokes over my sensitive bud, I gasp again at the rush of pleasure when he lands the crop down on my other breast… harder this time.
“I think she likes it, gentlemen. What do you think?”
Oh my god, he’s talking to them now? It shouldn’t turn me on more, but it fucking does. My eyes drift to the floor as my arousal escalates. I’m almost there.
“She’s incredible,” I hear one of the strangers say.
“You’re a very lucky man, Mr. Hart. She’s perfect,” says another. They’re talking about me like I’m not here and that should piss me off but it only serves to fan the flames burning inside of me, causing my release to dangle delicately over the edge.
“Do you hear that, Bella? They’re mesmerized by you and the show you’re giving them.” He lands multiple blows all over my body. Tits, thighs, ass. He’s not gentle, but it’s exactly what I need, as a lone tear starts to fall down my cheek and I inhale a sharp breath. I’m about to come.
My fingers work furiously over my clit as I chase down my release. I look up at him with a furrowed brow, silently pleading with him to let me come and thankfully, he recognizes the look and doesn’t make me say it. I’m not sure I could.
“Come,” he orders sharply as he lands a final blow with the crop on my inner thigh. Tears start to spill from my eyes as my entire body begins to tremble uncontrollably. That fire inside me begins to roll in my lower belly, rolling through me like an inferno that is about to destroy everything in its wake. Sweat racks my skin, as the heat takes over and I find the release I so badly needed. Once the inferno settles into embers, I let out a breath, unable to stop myself from falling forward until my forehead rests on the floor.
I hear him flip a switch and then he’s on me, wrapping my hair around his fist and pulling my head from the floor.
“We’re not done, baby.” I wince and glance around him to the mirror that appears to be an actual mirror again. “They got their show. They don’t get to see what comes next.”