Chapter 31
RYKER
For the first time in a long while, I wasn’t sure I could walk away. I was on the verge of shoving my dick in her and fucking her until I came deep inside her. I wasn’t ready to lose control yet.
My cock still throbbed as I walked naked to the kitchen and poured a glass of water. The microwave clock glowed back at me, and I let the seconds stretch on purpose. Long enough for her to wonder if I was coming back.
I would. When I was ready.
Sloane was hardheaded. She needed to learn the rule now: she didn’t come for me until I told her to. Better to establish that from the beginning.
I wrapped my hand around my shaft and squeezed, trying to force it under control. I topped off the water and leaned back against the counter to wait. Fifteen minutes would feel like an eternity to her. Hell, it felt like one to me too.
Finally, it was time to go back in. I wondered if she’d gotten her wrists free, or if she’d been a good girl and didn’t try. I was about to find out.
I opened the door and smiled as my attention landed on her. Her arms were still secured behind her back, and the blindfold was still in place.
The lock clicked behind me, and she moved.
“Ryker?”
“Yes.”
“That was mean.” Her lower lip formed a pout, and I stopped myself from laughing.
“It’s important you understand that you do nothing without my permission, little fox.
” I walked around the bed to where her feet were dangling off the side.
She was so fucking beautiful. My soft dick quickly grew hard again as I spotted her juices dampening her thighs.
I moved her legs apart and ran my tongue over the wet spots, tasting her.
A groan escaped me right before I sank my teeth into the tender skin, marking her.
“God Dammit! What the hell?”
I bit her again for her outburst, and she fell silent. My tongue ran over the bite marks, soothing them. She would definitely have bruises tomorrow, but if anyone tried to touch her, they would see the evidence that she belonged to me.
I licked and played with her clit and then I slid my tongue inside her cunt. Jesus, she tasted so good. She had no idea that she could unravel me while I was eating her pussy.
She moved her hips against my face, grinding against me. I locked my arms around her legs, bringing her closer. I couldn’t get enough of her. Her scent. Her taste. Her wet cunt that was just for me.
Her body trembled as I licked and bit her. She was close again. I pulled away and gave her a firm slap on the ass.
“Fuck you!” she cried.
“Oh, you will, little fox.” I loved when she fought me, but having her bend to my will was also gratifying.
“For that …” I opened the door and closed it behind me again.
“Ryker!” she screamed. “Ryker! Get back here and finish now!”
I could have sworn she was gritting her teeth.
Chuckling to myself, I opened the refrigerator and removed a fresh zucchini, mushrooms, and a yellow squash. Over the next several minutes, I diced and seasoned them, then popped them into the air fryer.
Next, I pulled out the steaks I’d thawed out. No seasoning for them, I’d save that for later. The whir of the fan started, and I waited.
When the food was finished, I checked it to make sure everything was to my liking, then I dished up my plate and grabbed a knife and fork. My mouth watered as I carried the plate to the kitchen bar. Once I filled a glass of water, I returned to the bedroom.
“Are you hungry?” I asked.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” she asked through gritted teeth.
“No.” I leaned against the door frame, thoroughly enjoying watching her reaction.
Her nose twitched, and I knew she could smell the food I’d made. Sloane’s stomach betrayed her and growled.
“That’s what I thought.” I walked to the bed, picked her up, and threw her over my shoulder. When we reached the kitchen, I set her on the bar next to the food.
“That smells really good,” she muttered.
I cut a small bite of steak and placed it against her lips. She didn’t open her mouth. She waited for me.
“You’re a fast learner. Open.”
Her lips parted and I fed her. She chewed slowly, her mouth curving into a smile. “That’s really good.”
“You have no idea.” I cut another bite. “Spread your legs.”
Even with the blindfold on, I could tell she raised her brows in question. She obeyed me. A devilish grin eased across my face as I took a bite of my steak and rubbed it over her wet cunt.
“Oh. My. God.” She sucked in a breath, the meat rubbing her clit. “Are you doing what I think you are?”
Once I had the piece of steak coated in her pussy juices, I popped it in my mouth and chewed.
“Lean back, little fox. I’m having dinner and dessert at the same time tonight.”
She propped up on her bound hands behind her as I cut another bite, then I licked her cunt, teasing her with my tongue before I sliced off another piece of steak. I spread her lips apart and placed the steak inside her far enough that I could still eat it out of her.
I stepped back, my cock so fucking hard it hurt. I wrapped my fingers around my shaft and stroked. Her chest heaved, her breasts perky and nipples tight. I leaned in and sucked her clit until she moaned and bucked against my face before I ate the steak out of her cunt.
“It’s your turn.” I prepared another bite and rubbed it over her pussy until it was soaked in her juices. Once I was satisfied, I placed it against her lips.
“Eat.”
She hesitated, then opened her mouth and tasted herself on the steak.
“Are you on birth control, Sloane?”
“Yeah.” I fed her another bite.
“I hate condoms. I’ll wear one if it’s necessary.”
She chewed her food and swallowed. “I don’t like them either. Don’t wear one.”
That’s all my dick needed to hear. Once I finished feeding us, I took the plate to the sink and returned with the glass of water.
“I’m going to give you some water, slowly.”
“Thank you.”
I placed the rim of the glass against her lips and gave her as much as she wanted. When she was finished, it was time for dessert.
I pulled her to the edge of the counter and stroked my shaft before I ran the tip of my head along her slit. Digging my fingers into her hips, I pulled her forward as I shoved inside her.
Her head fell back, her lips parted as I thrust inside her.
“Is this what you wanted, Sloane?”
“Yes. God, yes.” Her back arched, and I leaned forward, capturing her nipple between my teeth and sucking. Her slick walls tightened around my shaft as I slowed, easing in and out of her with meticulous control.
I positioned myself in front of the barstool, picked her off the counter, and sat down. She slid down my cock.
“Ride me, little fox. Fuck me like you want me to make you come this time. Show me you want it bad enough.”
She arched her back, her breasts in my face as she slid up and down my shaft. Sloane shifted her hips, rubbing against the base of my shaft as she panted. Her wet cunt took my entire length as I dug my fingers into her hips, lifting her up, then thrusting into her as she came down.
Each downward grind stole my breath. I wanted to watch her lose control, wanted to mark her from the inside.
The muscles of her cunt clenched, fluttered, as I drove up into her, relentless, wanting every inch.
I cupped her ass, greedy for the way her skin felt beneath my palms—soft, bruisable, already carrying faint red stripes from my grip.
She cut off with a strangled sound, digging her heels into my thighs and fucking herself on my cock, hard and uncoordinated.
The sharp points of her knees pressing my ribs as she fucked me with a ferocity that would have made me proud if I weren’t already so fucking close to losing control.
“Fuck me harder,” she whispered, and I lost the last thread of patience I’d been clinging to.
I grabbed her ass, forced her down to the hilt, and buried my face between her tits as she rode me. Her pussy milked me, greedy and insistent, and I met every downward thrust with a savage one of my own, angling her just so—feeling it, hearing it, every obscene slap of contact echoing off the tile.
I braced my feet against the floor, grabbed her by the throat, and thrust up into her, hard enough to feel the base of my cock grind against her clit. She gasped.
She rocked harder, desperate and wild, a pulse hammering under my palm as I squeezed. Control slipping, lost in how tight and wet she was for me.
My thighs tensed, arms tightening around her, and I fucked her with bruising force, chasing her orgasm.
Sloane was close, I could feel it in the way she squeezed, the frantic grind of her hips, the way she spoke my name like a prayer.
I hooked one arm around her waist and slipped the other between us, finding her clit and rubbing it with the flat of my thumb.
The edge rushed up, brutal, and I bucked into it, ramming her down on my cock, again.
She broke immediately, her entire body seizing, a strangled cry raking out of her as she came so hard she looked like she might black out.
I didn’t stop. I wanted her ruined, ruined by me, and I fucked her through it, drinking in every shudder, every twitch, every involuntary gasp.
Her pussy pulsed around me, and I lost it, spilling inside her, one hand still locked on her hip, the other tangled in her hair, as I pressed my face into her neck and groaned her name against her skin.
We stayed like that, breathing hard, her head slumped onto my shoulder, my cock still inside her, still twitching. I stroked her back, memorizing the curve of her spine, the way she trembled in the aftermath.
She kissed me again, slow and lazy as I slid my hands around her back, then untied her wrists. She didn’t move her arms right away.
I reached up and removed her blindfold. She opened her eyes slowly, squinting against the light. Gently, I massaged her shoulders and arms until she could move them.
“Better?” I asked. It wasn’t just about the sex, but the feeling returning to her body as well.
“Much.” She gave me a shy smile as she moved her arms in front of her.
I placed my arms under her ass and stood, holding her against me. Without a word, I walked to my bathroom and set her on the counter. She watched me as I turned on the bathtub and ran the water until the temperature was perfect, then I flipped the lever, the stopper sliding into place.
Once the tub was full of hot water, I picked her up and then set her in. I climbed in behind her.
“This feels nice.” She nuzzled her back to my chest and peered up at me. My heart skipped a beat as she looked at me as if I was the only man in the world for her. The star in her pitch-black night. I didn’t deserve for her to look at me that way.
“Relax.”
I kissed the top of her head as I massaged the stress from her neck and shoulders as we fell silent and existed inside our bubble. At least for a little while.