10. Ryder
Chapter 10
Ryder
God, I guess I was in trouble. I knew Knox didn’t like it when we broke things. I wasn’t clumsy generally, but my hands had been wet, and it just slipped from my fingers. He wouldn’t be mad enough to call off our arrangement, would he? Was it that much of a big deal? I hoped not, but I was still getting to know Knox and Finn beyond work.
When I stepped into Knox’s office, I found Finn sitting on the leather couch, sucking on one of his lollipops. He smirked and wiggled his fingers in greeting.
It was one thing to get torn down by your boss, but it was quite another being torn down by your boss in front of his stepson.
Knox sat down next to Finn, lifted his tumbler, and took a sip of the Scotch I’d poured for him earlier. I stood in front of him, waiting for my dressing down.
“I’m sorry, sir,” I said again.
“And I’m sorry, too, but I’ll have to punish you for it.”
My eyes bugged out. “W-what? Please, I need this job.”
Finn sniggered. “Trust me, he’s not going to fire you.”
“Oh.” Suddenly, their heated stares made more sense. “ Ohhhh …” God, I was so inexperienced and inept with this dynamic.
“Don’t beat yourself up for not figuring it out. Father’s a good actor,” Finn explained, popping his lollipop back into his mouth.
“You’re taking your break early, so I’m going to use that time to punish you before you go back to work.”
I swallowed, unsure what he meant by ‘ punishment .’ Knox had talked about it the other night, but I wasn’t sure how or what.
“Y-yes, sir.”
Knox set his glass down on the end table. “Before I tell you what I need you to do, remember our agreement. If it’s not an absolute green light from you, you need to tell me. No shame. Finn and I find your consent much more alluring.”
“What would you have me do?”
Knox’s dark eyes gleamed. “Pull down your pants and underwear, lie facedown on my lap, and prepare for your spanking.”
My face burned, but I also reacted to his words, my cock threatening to get hard. His request reminded me of how little I understood about the sexual world—how vanilla I was. It was kind of embarrassing, being twenty-six years old. I shouldn’t have been this na?ve.
“Do you consent?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Be aware, along with your punishment, there will be no relief for your arousal, but if you’re good for the rest of the night, I will personally make you come. But don’t worry, Finn and I will suffer, too. There is no sex without you. When you go back to work, so do I.”
I didn’t know why that warmed me, knowing they wanted me included at all times. It made me feel wanted and appreciated.
“Yes, sir.”
I quickly unbuttoned and unzipped the slacks I had to wear for work, always having to look nice. Then I slid my underwear down before draping my body over Knox’s muscular thighs as my face incinerated, yet my body reacted to anticipated pleasure.
Finn’s fingers tugged on my pants and underwear, pulling them down further before rubbing his hands over the globes. “Such a pretty ass,” he said.
“It’s beautiful,” Knox agreed. “I can’t wait to mark it.”
My stomach clenched with nerves, yet I was getting turned on, especially with all the touching, and strangely, by still being half-dressed.
“Finn, please stand in front of Ryder and hold his arms against his back.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I-is this going to hurt?”
“It’s going to sting, yes. There’s no point in being delicate. How are you going to learn that way?”
Knox gently ran his hand over my ass and Finn held my arms firmly against me, with my head caught between his thighs, squeezing it in place so I couldn’t move.
“Do I have a green light, Ryder?”
I groaned, debating whether I wanted this. “Ugh… green… sir.” In the end, I wanted it all. I had agreed to do this with them, and that meant exploring everything.
The smack sounded before I even felt it, then came the sting. Knox was not gentle at all. It hurt. A lot . He gave me a few more smacks on each side, my skin starting to burn, but then he’d stop for a moment and run his fingers along my crease, grazing my hole. I melted then and moaned. I soon understood it was about pleasure and pain. That pain could be pleasurable.
The smack cracked again in the office, making my cock harder and harder. I squirmed and tried to fight, but it was only half-hearted. There was something hot about being so vulnerable and allowing Knox to do whatever he wanted to me. Letting go felt… good—freeing even.
The spanking stung. No doubt. So much so that it was going to be hard to sit tonight. The more he hit my ass, the worse the pain.
I had no idea how many times he spanked me, but it was a lot.
“He’s so hard for me, Precious.”
My cock was throbbing on Knox’s thigh.
“I knew he’d like this. Next time, we should try a crop on him, Daddy.”
“Did you hear that, Ryder? Next time I have to punish you, we’ll use the crop, then I’ll have Finn fuck your stinging ass. Would you like that?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Finn, sweetheart, please give Ryder a taste of what’s to come. Show him pleasure after all this pain.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
He let go of my arms, and his thighs relinquished their vise-tight grip on my head as he moved behind me. “Oh, look how pretty his red ass is, Daddy.”
“It’s perfect. I wish I could see our Ryder squirm when he sits down.”
I groaned at the pain of my branded flesh as Finn pried my ass cheeks apart. He blew a cold breath over my hole before he ran his tongue over it.
I cried out before Knox smothered it with his hand.
“Quiet, Sweet Boy.”
As Finn ate my ass out, I melted into Knox, quickly forgetting about my punishment. My cock was swollen and leaking on his jeans, and I was desperate to thrust and seek friction, but something told me I’d be punished for that, so I did my best to control myself.
Too soon, Finn pulled away, and both men helped me stand up. I was off balance, so they held me steady until I could stand on my own.
Finn pulled my underwear and pants up, zipping them for me, and I whimpered, knowing I’d have to go back onto the floor with a raging hard-on.
“You’ll be rewarded later,” Knox promised.
But Finn placed his hands on my face and pulled me into a quick kiss. “See you later tonight, Sweet Boy ,” he whispered in my ear, turning my face to flames, but I smiled as I left.
When my hand gripped the lock on the door, Knox stopped me when he said, “Ryder, no masturbating in the bathroom.”
The thought had crossed my mind.
“Yes, sir,” I said and left to go back to work.
When I returned behind the bar, Joy elbowed me. “All good? You seem okay, judging by that smile on your face.”
Think quickly, Ryder.
“Yeah, I got scolded for the glass, but I thought I was going to get fired, so when I didn’t… it’s just a relief since I need this job.”
Joy laughed and shook her head. “Who fires someone over a broken glass? Definitely not Knox.”
When she walked away to work in her own section, I sagged in relief that she hadn’t noticed I was still swollen in my slacks. Thank god it was starting to soften.
As I made drinks for the growing crowd, I smiled, looking forward to later tonight and more punishments.
The morning was late as I stretched in bed. I had a late night after work and had more fun with Knox and Finn, who kept opening my eyes to this new world.
We’d been doing this for almost two weeks, and I’d yet to have sex. I was itching to, but I let them run the show so they could guide and lead me. It was perfectly distracting and arousing. I loved letting go of all my control and stress.
I sat up in bed and rubbed my face. That was when I noticed the stinging in my ass was gone, leaving me feeling strangely disappointed. I shouldn’t have liked it, but I did. After work the night of my punishment, both men took turns sucking me off, which had been hot as hell.
I stood and padded into the bathroom I shared with Atlas. When I came out, my phone, sitting on the nightstand, was buzzing with the ringer off.
I lifted it, hoping it was Finn or Knox who would let me know the next time we met up. Instead, it was my parents.
I stared at the screen, the phone number showing along with ‘ Mom and Dad ’ at the top, not wanting to answer it.
I’d barely spoken to them since I left Nebraska eleven months ago. It was too much pain and a reminder of all that I’d lost. My eyes watered, and my hand trembled, debating on answering before my phone went silent.
I could only avoid them for so long. It had been almost a year since I left, except for when I came home a few months ago. My past would catch up with me, but I wasn’t ready to face it. I couldn’t handle it. Not yet.
After setting my phone down, I took a quick shower, got dressed, and walked out of my bedroom to find Emma knitting on the couch, drinking coffee, and watching the news.
“Hey,” she said. “Want some coffee?”
“Thanks, but I think I’ll head over to Daily Dose and grab something there. Atlas is working, right?”
“Yes, I saw him leave earlier this morning.”
“Can I bring you back anything?”
“Oh, could you grab me one of their chocolate croissants?”
I bowed to her, smiling, though I wasn’t feeling it. “Indeed, my dear.”
She snorted a laugh and waved me away.
The mid-September morning was warming up, but you could feel the impending fall coming on. I didn’t mind the cold because I was used to it, but I’d always favored the summer. Although, the snow came in a close second.
Daily Dose Coffee was just a few blocks away, which was probably why Atlas worked there since he didn’t own a car. In the evenings, he also worked as a server at a restaurant nearby, like Emma did. Whenever he found the time, he created art, which he was really good at. He must have believed in himself, too, because he’d been trying to get his pieces into some galleries.
I opened the glass door and stepped inside to the scents of coffee, sugar, and pastries. The aroma alone could get you to gain weight.
Because it was later in the morning, it wasn’t as busy, so I walked up to the counter and greeted Atlas. He wore his black polo shirt with the coffee shop’s logo paired with tan chinos and a black apron.
He was an attractive guy with a large nose and thick brows. The Greek in him really stood out. I especially liked his curls, but we were roommates, so I never tried anything with him.
“Hey, Ryder Die.”
“How was your morning?” I asked, laughing at his stupid nickname for me.
“Busy as hell. Do you want your usual?”
“Yeah, and a chocolate croissant for Emma.”
“You got it.”
Atlas left to make my cappuccino, so I stood off to the side, allowing the next customer to order.
When he returned with my coffee and the treat, he didn’t hand it off, but instead called back to the rest of the staff. “I’m on break.”
He came out from behind the counter, and we walked over to a small table.
I grabbed my coffee from him, took a sip, and closed my eyes to the delicious flavor and much-needed caffeine.
“So, you’ve been gone a few times now, visiting your wealthy boss and his stepson. Come on… spill all the tea with that?”
I’d been practicing my lie because no one could know what was going on. “Finn, his stepson, and I have become really good friends,” I said, shrugging.
“Are you dating him? He’s fucking hot as hell, like that really sexy boy-next door thing he’s got going on… Finn Larson, supermodel. Isn’t he one of the models for Balenciaga ?”
“Who? I… have no idea. Fashion isn’t my thing.”
“Don’t think I didn’t notice you not answering my question about dating him. You and Finn would be so hot together.”
Atlas fanned himself, making me laugh.
“He is definitely hot,” I said, careful with my words. “There… might be some interest there. How about you? Any luck finding a job?”
“Shh, they don’t know I’m looking for another day job. The late nights and early mornings are killing me. But yes, I have an interview coming up next week with Cross Corp. It’s a general contracting firm, but it’s massive, like billions of dollars massive. They construct things like hospitals, museums, and such. Hanley Cross owns it, and his son, Hugh Cross, and his cousin, Linden Pierce, are VPs. I had to look them up. Hugh and Linden are in need of an executive personal assistant. I did that for a couple of years, and I was good at it, dammit, but the boss man was abhorrent.”
“Are you sure you want to do that again?”
“For eighty thousand a year? Yes, please.”
“With that, you can even get your own place.”
Altas reached for me and pinched my cheek. “And leave this gorgeous face? I think not.”
I brushed him away and rolled my eyes before taking another sip of coffee.
“Well, I wish you luck then.”
“I probably won’t get it. They need someone with vast amounts of experience, more than my measly two years, but it doesn’t hurt to try!” Then Atlas stood and kissed my head. “Break’s over.”
“Weirdo,” I chuckled.
“And good luck yourself with your new boy toy,” he winked.