Chapter 22
RYDER
After Kelsey and Hayden got back from the cave, Kelsey couldn’t stop talking about it.
Am I glad they’re bonding again? Fuck no.
I gave Hayden extremely clear rules and made sure he knew of the consequences had any of them been broken.
I know their past, and that fucks with me, but I’m also trying to be a decent levelheaded motherfucker and not control Kelsey…
too much. Hayden, however, is free game and gets no leniency when it comes to my assholeness.
I have the day arranged for Kelsey already, and nobody will interfere with it.
This is long overdue, and I have my hands full with trying to fix shit with Kelsey.
I thought the hotel was a turning point for us, but turns out she was incredibly traumatized and just needed to feel again.
I asked her if she remembered anything from that night, to which she responded, “A little.” She was heavily medicated for pain and infections, so I know she wasn’t quite in the right state of mind.
Should I feel bad about taking her that night?
Probably. Do I? No. She’s mine, and besides, it was consensual. She could’ve said no.
I stand in the bedroom doorway watching her as her chest rises and falls with each subtle breath.
She sleeps the way an alligator wrestles its prey.
Tossing and turning all night. By the time morning comes around, there’s hardly anything left covering her bare body.
Her creamy, silken skin was on full display, and her long, dark hair was a disheveled, knotted mess.
I step inside the room and shut the door until I hear the telltale click.
Then I walk over to where she still sleeps peacefully and brush a few loose strands of hair from her face.
The strands stuck to her cheek by dried drool.
I grin, knowing the hellfire wrath I’m about to cause by waking her up.
It’ll be fine, though, once she realizes where we’re going.
She groans in reluctance.
“Come on, we have to get going,” I say gently.
One eye eases open, only halfway. “Go where?” She drawls, groggily.
“We have to make a visit today.”
“How are they even still alive?”
Good fucking question. I guess the remnants of food and water I’ve given them have kept them just barely on the edge of life and death.
It’s a wonder their immune systems haven’t succumbed to the infections that have to be brewing in them by now.
Hell, the whole room is foul. I had to pay some of my guys to come install a special ventilation unit to keep it from reaching the top floor of the bank.
She rolls onto her back, and the sight of her bare tits and light blue panties has my cock straining in my pants.
“Stop staring,” She confronts, but her tone is playful.
“You don’t sound like you really want me to stop.”
“We don’t have time. You said we have to go now.”
“Did I say now, though?”
That response earned me her signature eye roll, making me chuckle deeply. “Exactly,” I say as I lean over her, one knee on the edge of the mattress. I graze the side of her plump breast with the backs of my fingers, eliciting a shiver from her soft body.
“I haven’t brushed my teeth.”
“I don’t care,” My voice is rough and dark.
I watch as her breathing picks up with arousal.
Tiny puffs of air skim my ear as I lean forward to whisper in her ear.
“I bet that pretty pussy is soaking. Tell me I’m wrong.
” Her cheeks turn an intense shade of red at my boldness.
My fingers trail down her stomach, feeling her breath coming in rapid succession.
I continue lower until a slight moan leaves her beautiful parted lips.
I pepper soft kisses along her jaw to her lips.
My tongue darts out, licking across those plump delicacies.
“That’s it, baby. I want you screaming my name when you come on my fingers.”
Just like I expected, she’s soaking wet. I bring my two fingers up to my lips and suck them dry. A low, satisfied grumble rumbles through my chest, “Fuck, I’ll never get tired of the taste of you.”
She whimpers, eyes shut tight. “Eyes on me, baby.” Her eyes pop open, and she nibbles the inside of her cheek.
I bring my fingers back to her sweet pussy.
She slowly grinds against my hand as I flick that sensitive spot to draw her closer to the edge.
I keep my eyes trained on hers, to make sure she’s following directions, and I suck a rosy, pebbled nipple into my mouth.
Her eyes blink closed briefly, her back arching off the bed as she continues to fuck my fingers.
Her pussy clenches, but I draw back. Waiting for the urge to pass before returning to finger fucking her.
I repeat this until she’s clawing my back, begging to come.
Now that I have her where I want her, “On your stomach.” She complies without hesitation.
I reach down into the nightstand, pulling out a rope and a blindfold.
“Ass in the air.” Like a good girl, she does what I ask. I grab one wrist, pulling it behind her back, then do the same with the other. I make an infinity loop, placing a wrist in each hole, then cinch it tight.
She gasps faintly, “W-what are you doing?”
I drop the longer strings to lay across her back and take the blindfold, securing it around her eyes. I won’t do anything crazy for her first time being tied up, but they say touch is the first sense a human develops, and being blindfolded enhances that sense.
I step away from the bed, appreciating the view before me.
Her perfect ass arched high in the air, and the glistening pussy between her spread legs.
Her breathing has gotten heavier from the anticipation of what’s to come.
I can tell she’s never done this before, and given what she went through after being taken, she has trauma from being bound.
I will wash away those traumas with good experiences. She’ll crave my touch.
“Perfect.”
The longer I wait to touch her, the longer the anticipation eats at her.
I have whips, chains, paddles, nipple clamps, and other things to make this so much better, but I want to take it slow with her.
I’ve never been patient, but with her it’s different.
Everything about me is different when it comes to her.
I leave her in this position for several long minutes to build the anticipation before grazing the tips of my fingers up her thighs, startling her.
Brushing my fingers along her dripping pussy, she moans, and the sound resonates with my dick, making it painfully harder.
I’m at the point I can’t hold myself back any longer, I undo the button of my black distressed jeans and let them drop to the floor.
She inhales sharply, and I smirk deviously.
“Be a good girl for me.”
I straddle behind her on the bed, and the smack I land on her plump ass turns her creamy skin to a beautiful, rosy red.
“I love the marks I leave on your flawless skin, baby.” She whimpers a moan.
She doesn’t want to admit how much having no control arouses her.
That’s okay, she doesn’t have to say it; her body speaks volumes.
I work her with my fingers while pumping my cock with my free hand.
She wiggles her ass, trying to get herself off, but I stop flicking my fingers.
If I wanted her to come, I’d get her there.
She grumbles and murmurs incoherent words under her breath, her chest deflates back onto the mattress, and I can’t hold back the chuckle when it bubbles up my throat.
“You’re cute growling at me like a wet kitten.”
“Cute?? Kitten??” She hisses.
That. That is exactly why I made that comparison. I remove my cum soaked fingers and replace them with my straining cock, burying deep in her warm, tight pussy in one hard thrust. The scream she screams is music to my ears.
“Fuck, baby.”
Her breaths become ragged as my thrusts pick up, becoming faster. Harder.
I lean over her perfectly curvaceous body, my hand wrapping around her petite throat, and I pull her off the bed, so her back is to my front. “Say you’re mine,” I growl into the soft spot behind her ear.
Her lips pull between her teeth, biting them and avoiding my command. My grip tightens around her throat, her pulse pounding against my palm. “Say it!”
“I’m—I’m yours.”
I ease my grip, and she gulps in air, choking on saliva. Every cough has her pussy strangling my cock, and that damn near pushes me over the edge. I pull out quickly, pushing her chest back down to the mattress.
“I’ve been dying to have a bite of this,” I say as I sink my tongue between her thighs, lapping up the mess she’s made.
“That’s it, fuck my face, but don’t you dare come.”
“Whyyy?” She whines.
“Because I said so.” I smack her ass harder this time for the whining. I don’t like that, and she’ll learn to listen without backtalk.
“Ow! What the fuck, Ryder?”
Another smack.
“Keep it up, and your ass will wear a bruise in the shape of my hand for a week.” On second thought, she should keep up the attitude.
“Open up,”
She opens up that pretty little mouth and sticks her tongue out. Somebody’s a fast learner. “Now, clean up your mess.” I hook my fingers inside her cheek, brushing them along her tongue. She gags but quickly recovers and sucks them clean.
“Don’t you taste so good?”
Once I feel like I can go longer without bursting, I resume fucking her till sweat rolls down my temples. She clenches around me. “Not yet,” I warn.
I pump in and out, faster. Her body is no longer in the center of the bed, but rather half hanging off the edge. My thrusts become ragged as I get closer to release.
“I-I can’t,” she pleads. She screams, “Ry!” Her body convulses, pussy clenching around my dick. I grunt my release, heart pounding, thrusts slowing before pulling out fully. A chill runs down my spine at the feel of her as my sensitive cock retreats.