Chapter Nine
Presley
As soon as I walk out of Rafe’s room, I run to my room, slamming the door once I’m inside.
My back connects with the door, but I don’t slide down to the floor like I normally do when I’m having a tantrum.
Why?
Because my ass is on fire from Rygaard’s spanking.
My lips form a thin line as tears prickle the corners of my eyes.
Pushing off the door, I head to my bathroom for a nice, relaxing soak.
Turning on the hot water, I sprinkle some lavender essential oil inside and watch the bubbles grow.
Not wasting time grabbing clothes, I strip out of mine and slowly step inside, loving the way the hot water burns so good.
“Now that’s hot.” I whistle, sinking into the tub once I’m convinced my skin won’t peel off.
But as soon as my ass gets a feel of the steam from the hot water, I try to hop back up.
Only, my uncoordinated ass doesn’t allow that to happen and I lose my footing, falling back into the tub with a splash.
“Great.” I mutter, feeling my sore ass rub against the bottom of the tub, causing me to wince but just a little.
Truth be told, I was undeniably turned on from start to finish and was dripping wet by the end of it. The moment Rafe turned his back on us and Ry lifted my skirt up so he could start rubbing my ass… I knew I was in deep shit.
The palm of his hand felt good against my already blazing hot skin.
It felt nice to have someone else’s hands touching me rather than my own. When he started whipping me, my God, at first I was scared.
Scared I’d done something seriously wrong.
But then, as his hits turned a little more demanding and erratic, I felt something more was afoot.
From the way his labored breaths filtered to my ears and the way he would rub the spot he just whipped after each blow, told me he likes to take care of me, even though I’m being a brat.
I’ll have to file that away for a rainy day, I think to myself as I lift my hand and let some water drip across my breasts. Cupping each one, letting my fingers touch my nipples, I roll each one between my fingers, slightly pinching.
I know I shouldn’t be touching myself like this, but I can’t help it.
Ry has got me all riled up and he doesn’t even know it.
I doubt if he knew it, he’d do anything about it, so I’m doing it myself.
My left hand moves down from my breast, over my belly button, and disappears into the water.
My legs part as I sink further down into the hot water, getting more relaxed with how good everything is starting to feel.
Slowly, my hand finds my pussy. Opening it up, I find my clit and start to rub gentle circles. “Mmm.” This feels so good, but I can only imagine how good it would really feel if Rygaard were doing this for me instead.
Without realizing it, two fingers slip past my folds on their own accord, finding my sweet spot. Opening my legs more, so I can get to the center of my tootsie pop, I get lost in the feeling while imagining Rygaard is the one pleasuring me.
“Oh, Ry.” I moan, feeling very raunchy. I should be disgusted with myself for moaning his name like that, but I can’t find a single fuck to give.
With my eyes closed, his beautiful face comes into view. He’s smiling down at me with those hooded eyes of his that hold secrets he’ll never tell.
He starts working my body with his large, rough hands, allowing me to feel them touch the most sensitive parts of my body.
My right hand releases my breast, reaching up to get tangled in my hair that’s pooled around my shoulders.
I’m not sure when it came down out of its messy bun, but I can’t even muster the strength to move it out the way so the water doesn’t get on it.
I imagine it’s Ry’s hand, guiding me, pushing me closer to the edge as we build toward an explosive climax. “Oh, my lord.” I shriek as my legs begin to tremble.
A deep, baritone voice makes my orgasm run and hide. “What do we have here?” My eyes fly open at the same time I remove my hand from between my legs.
“Rygaard! What the hell are you doing?”
“Well, I was coming to check and make sure you were okay. I was about to turn around and leave when you moaned my name.” He says, leaning down on the side of the tub.
“I decided to take a peek and see what the fuck was going on in here and to my surprise, I find you pleasuring yourself, with my name on the edge of your very kissable lips.”
My cheeks are flaming hot, I’m starting to sweat even though I’m in a tub full of water, and I want to just sink into the water and let it swallow me whole.
“Get out!” I yell, trying to hide my face behind my wet hands.
Only, he doesn’t let me. “Why are you hiding from me?”
“You weren’t supposed to be here, Ry, this is my quiet time.” I whisper, pissed that he heard me moan his name, but he won’t let me be pissed.
“I’m not sure why you’re hiding from me, Princess, I’m hard as concrete from hearing you say my name while you’re touching yourself.” He says. “I want you to pretend I’m not here and finish what you started.”
My head whips up in his direction, “What?” I ask on a shaky breath.
“I said, finish what you started.” He growls under his breath, pushing me back so that I’m in the same position I was when he walked in. “I like the thought of being the reason you lose control.”
Before I can register what’s happening, his hand slides into the soapy water.
He trails his fingers along my leg, up until he comes to my inner thigh…
Then he stops. Looking closely at his face, the way his lip parts, the crease of his brow as he considers his next move.
Then his eyes find mine, when a smile touches the edge of his lips.
He nods at my hand, silently telling me to put it back where I had it when he came in. That look, the heated gaze paired with the sexy smirk has me matching the energy that’s rolling off him by the waves.
Two can play at this game.
I’m not saying I’m going to win, but I’ll damn sure go down trying.
Mirroring the smirk on his face, I slide down just a smidge, open my legs, grab his hand and plunge two fingers inside of me.
The look on his face never falters.
Not even for a second.
Just when I think maybe I was a little too straightforward with my actions, I feel his fingers begin to move inside me, and he graces me with a wicked smile.
“Damn, Princess, you feel so good.” He says, slowly working his fingers in and out of me.
Letting go of his hand, I bring mine back to my clit and start giving her some much needed attention.
This dangerous combination will have me spiraling out of control in no time.
“Ry?”
“Yes, Princess?” He grunts, looking at me with intent, like he doesn’t want to miss the second I come for him.
“I’m close.” I pant.
“I know, baby, I can’t wait.” He says, and my eyes start to close.
“Eyes on me, Princess.” He demands. How can I keep my eyes open when I’m barely holding on? “You can do it, just a little while longer, then you can sleep.”
The way he encourages me, makes me want to do a good job just for him. So, I give it my all and give in to the way my body hums with anticipation.
I can feel a burning sensation that starts at the base of my toes and works its way up to my pussy. The ache starts to build and the pressure is starting to get unbearable.
The minute I think I’m going to explode… I do.
“Oh, God! Ry!” I yell, when his mouth covers mine, silencing my screams for him. But it doesn’t stop there, I yell his name over and over until I have nothing left to give, and I slump back in the tub.
Completely spent.
When did my eyes close? I couldn’t even tell you. “That was fucking perfection, Prez.” Ry says, making me smile. Leaning in, he presses another kiss to my lips before he reaches in the tub and scoops me out.
Giggling, I ask, “What are you doing?”
“I promised you sleep, so I’m taking you to bed.” My head whips up from his shoulder, and I’m graced with his soft chuckles. “Relax, we aren’t going to be doing that tonight.” My shoulders slump because I definitely wanted to try and do that.
I don’t know why I’m so eager to do it, because I don’t even know the first thing about doing it.
We make it to my bed and it hits me. “Ry, what if Rafe catches us?”
“He’s… occupied.” Ry says, and I know what that means.
Rafe has a girl over.
Thankfully our rooms are far enough away from each other. Sometimes, they can be loud, and that’s not something I want to listen to all night long.
“So, you’re going to spend the night with me then?” I ask, hope laced within my voice.
“Do you want me to?” I simply nod yes.
“Will you hold me?” What can I say? I’m a big, spoiled brat.