Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
Lyra
“Yes, Sir.” How can this be me?
“And you agree to my rules?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“Always. Consent matters to me. If you agree to my rules, they’re binding.”
I just want to get on with this. “In that case, yes. I agree, Stryker.”
“That pleases me.” He pauses. “You really are beautiful, Allie. You know that?” His words are soft, sincere, and I close my eyes, letting them sink in. For a moment, I believe I am.
“Now look at me.”
He throbbing cock fills my vision, and my mouth waters.
For a moment, he leaves me, returning with a blindfold. It dangles from one of his fingers. “I’d like you to try this. You might find it frees you.”
The way he’s phrased it says that the choice is totally mine.
“And you would always have the option to safe word if things became too much.”
Even though I’m nervous, I nod.
He ties it in place, and the fabric is soft, surprising me. Then he checks to be sure that I can’t see anything.
Gently he sweeps a finger down my cheek. “Are you needing to say the word yellow? Or are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” Even though I whisper, I’m surprised to realize that I’m sincere.
“Good. Now tip your head back.” Quieter, he adds, “Stick out your tongue. And remain in position, no matter what.”
I twist my fingers together, and I open my mouth.
The vulnerability is exquisite, and my chest heaving from the unknown.
Within a few seconds, he places the tip of his cock on my tongue. He’s firm, warm, salty with precum. “Taste me. I want you to know what you do to me.”
As much as I can, I nod and lick away the precum, finding the act exhilarating.
That I can bring such a powerful man to the edge…
He feeds his fingers into my hair, makes a fist, then tugs my head back just a little farther. “Open wide for me, Allie. I’m going to give you my cock. And you’re going to take it like a good girl, aren’t you?”
Being unable to answer, look at him, or see him sliding his cock into my mouth is overwhelming.
And because I can’t answer, there’s no way for me to let him know that I’ve never done this, never been this bold.
But his gentle rhythm, not too deep, reassures me. I trust him, even when he has me like this, completely helpless.
He pulls back a little. “Circle the tip with your tongue, then press your tongue against the underneath.”
When I do, his moan is raw, and I love that I’m pleasing him.
“That’s it.” Then he cups my head and begins gently fucking my mouth.
He strokes in deeper, and tears stream down my cheeks, not from pain but from the freedom, the wildness of this act.
Being this helpless is turning me on.
I’m lost in him, in what we’re sharing, in my sounds combining with his pleasure, the feel of the cool air, and the darkness, even though my eyes are open.
Suddenly I’m desperate for connection.
I reach forward and grab hold of his thighs.
A dozen times I’ve wondered who I am, but all of a sudden, I know that I’m loving who I’m becoming. Bolder. More confident. A woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to explore.
“That’s enough.” He stops before coming, pulling out, leaving me panting, blindfolded, sensing his presence like a tether.
“You’re amazing, Allie.”
His words are my anchor as he removes the blindfold.
I blink the world back into focus, and he’s watching me. When our eyes meet, an electric current passes between us.
“I meant what I said. You’re amazing, my precious submissive. Thank you for that.”
He eases a thumb across my swollen lips, wiping away his saltiness.
My chest is heaving as I smile up at him.
“You doing okay?”
“Better than I expected, if I’m honest.”
A satisfied smile ghosts across his mouth. “But I will point out that you broke position.”
I blink. How had I not realized that?
“I’ll collect on that transgression later.”
Deep inside, fear and arousal twist together. “But—”
With a sharp shake of his head, the cuts me off. “Rules are rules. They will be obeyed.”
What have I gotten myself into?
“For now…” He helps me up and holds me steady while circulation returns to my legs.
When I’m recovered, he leads me to the couch.
He clamps his hands on my hipbones, holding me upright as he sits. Then he offers me a condom. “Please put it on me.”
My fingers waver, and I’m not sure how I manage not to drop the package, but I finally manage to get the latex protection in place.
Perfect.” He’s hard, his cock angling toward me. “Now you’re going to kneel over me so that I can ensure you’re wet enough to take me without a problem.”
“I’m fine, Stryker.” Better than that actually. “I promise you.”
In that maddening way of his, he quirks a brow. “Did I ask you?”
Closing my eyes, I sigh.
He tweaks one of my nipples, making me yelp.
“Answer me.”
“No! You didn’t ask.”
He tips his head to one side, as if waiting for me to go on.
Then I realize I need to correct myself. “You didn’t ask, Sir.”
“Does my command need to be repeated?”
I hesitate. “What if it does?”
“Oh my sweetheart of a vixen. If you don’t hear me or comprehend what I’m saying, that’s one thing.”
And…
“If you’re being willfully obstinate, pushing, testing, behaving like a brat to get my attention or hoping for a punishment, that’s another.”
I wrinkle my nose.
And suddenly I’m feeling a little reckless. “What was it I was supposed to do again?”
A slow grin crosses his face, but he doesn’t behave the way I expect.
Instead, he repeats himself, enunciating every word. Then he guides me onto the cushions, my legs on the sides of his thighs.
Blinking, surprised there were no repercussions for being sassy, I remain where I am, kneeling slightly above his cock. Waiting.
“Part your labia for me.”
Drawing a steadying breath, I do. Keeping my balance is a little more difficult than I expect.
“Finger yourself. Show me you’re wet and ready.”
Unsure why I’m suddenly a little embarrassed, I circle my clit.
“Get out of your head. Just feel. Follow my commands.”
Nodding, I circle a little faster.
“Keep yourself spread wide. Press your thumb on your clit and finger fuck yourself.”
Doing all that at once is going to be impossible.
He smiles a little. Wickedly. And I realize this is a form of his torment.
I never know what I’m going to get from him. He’s far more skilled at these kinds of games than I am. “I might lose my balance.”
“A possibility, I suppose. You may want to be careful.”
He’s relentless. Maybe I shouldn’t have pushed him.
“Get on with it. If I have to do it for you…”
The threat hangs between us, and his tone says I probably don’t want that to happen.
Fighting to stay upright and keep my pussy spread, I begin to do as he said.
And the bastard grabs hold of my nipples pulling on them, tugging, squeezing, making me gasp and jerk around. How can I get out of my head when I feel as if I’m fighting for survival?
“Fuck yourself harder. Show me you’re ready for my cock, little sweetheart.”
Each of his filthy words makes me wetter and wetter.
And all of a sudden, I’m no longer aware of my inhibitions. I’m surrounded by his powerful energy, surrendered to it, fucking myself as he toys with my nipples, and an orgasm begins to build.
My clit is throbbing with demand, and I need his massive cock deep inside me. “Oh! Stryker…”
He grabs my hand and pulls it away from my pussy.
Confused, frustrated, I scowl.
“Keep your labia spread, Allie.”
There’s a warning tone in his voice, and I’m not prepared for the spank he places on my most tender spot.
I cry out, pitching forward.
“That, my bratty submissive, was what you were asking for.”
I’m pretty fucking sure I didn’t ask for something like that.
But as the sting fades, desire blooms. I’m even more turned on.
“Think about that next time you want to test me.”
I fight to hide a grin. Was that spank meant to teach me to behave?
If so, I think his lesson failed.
“Back into position, Allie. And spread your labia as you were told.”
After a couple of breaths to steady myself, I lift myself up again.
“Wider.”
“I’ll need to use both hands to do that.”
“Fine.”
Moments later, I’m open as far as possible. Then I tense, expecting another spank. Instead, he eases a finger inside me.
“You are wet.”
He knows that. He’s been watching me, had his hand between my legs, and there’s no doubt he’s breathing in my scent just as much as I am.
“You think you’re ready for my cock, Allie?”
Ready? I’m ravenous. Needy. “Yes.” Please.
More gently than he’d taken hold of my labia, he releases it. “So swollen.”
Helplessly I begin to move my hips a little.
He takes hold of my waist to steady me. “Put me inside you.”
I climb onto him. Then I close my hand around his erection and start to sink down onto his cock.
“Take what you want. Tell me everything.”
It fills me so completely that I cry out a little.
“Tell me,” he demands again, tightening his grip.
“I want you deep.” I gasp when he lifts his hips. “Hard. Fuck me, Stryker. Please. I need all of you.”
He thrusts up, meeting me, and I ride him, vocal, unashamed, asking for what I want for the first time in my life. “Faster,” I beg. “Harder. God, I want to feel you come.”
Shocking me, my own orgasm crashes through me, then another.
His groans mingle with my cries, my pussy clenching around him.
“Damn it, Allie.” He growls and clenches his jaw as he comes.
I feel it so deeply, in every part of me.
We’re connected on so many levels. Not just physically, but emotionally as well, riding the same high.
For long minutes, as the sheen of perspiration dries on my body, we remain linked together.
His arms are a protective vice around me, and my head is cocooned between his neck and his shoulder.
If I never had to leave his embrace, I’d be happy.
But eventually, my thighs begin to tire, and he slips his still half-hard cock from inside me. I mutter a small protest.
“Let me get you into the shower to warm up.”
The cabin has gotten a little chillier without me noticing.
Always caring, he wraps me in a blanket, then somehow manages to stand while still holding me.
He carries me into the bathroom, and he slides me onto the vanity while he warms up the water.
When steam billows from the glass enclosure, he helps me inside and steps in behind me, closing us in the heat.
“Are you doing okay?”
“I’m…” As the warm water trails down my body, I search for the words. I don’t think there really are any to express all my feelings. I’m overwhelmed, thrilled, excited, complete, exhausted, and simultaneously ready for more. “Yes.”
He trails his gaze down my body, as if wanting to be sure I’m telling the truth. Then he turns me around so he can look at my back side.
“It wasn’t too much for you?”
That answer is easier. “Not at all. I liked…learning. Experiencing.”
“That’s my girl.”
What would it be like?
Just for a second, I let the idea tease me. Spending nights like this?
But reality is also comprised of days. Work. Obligations. Staying one step ahead of the bad guys. That goes for both of us. As for me, I’m also trying to stay one step ahead of the good guys.
I frown.
“Did I lose you?”
Pulling myself back into the moment, I shake my head. “Just processing.”
We haven’t been here very long, but it’s also a lifetime in terms of my experience.
He soaps my body, his hands gentle over my breasts, circling my tender nipples until I moan, then sliding down my stomach, between my thighs.
With care, he rinses my pussy, his fingers gliding through my folds.
My legs suddenly shaky, I lean into him.
He turns the spray so that the water cascades over us.
“May I?” I ask, reaching for the bar of soap he’s about to put down.
“Yeah.” His lips form a beautiful half smile.
I take my time, exploring his chest, his scars, the hard length of his cock.
Despite the fact he’s just come, he seems ready again. He groans as I stroke him, the soap slick on his skin. Right now, I feel powerful, desired, cherished.
I’m not sure I’ve ever experienced any of these emotions before.
When the water turns a little chilly, he turns off the faucet and grabs a fluffy towel to dry me off.
In the bedroom, he helps me into cozy, warm clothes. I had no idea that such caretaking was part of dominance. Or is that just Stryker’s personality?
He pulls on sweatpants and a fresh flannel shirt. No matter what he wears, the man is sexy as hell. If I were a fashion designer, I’d hire him to sell my latest line. The way he fills out the shoulder and chest, the way his hips are narrow, and his strong thighs…
“Allie?”
Jolted back to reality, I blink.
“I asked if you’re ready for bed.”
How long had it taken me to go into full-on fantasy mode about him? Three seconds? Less?
Lazily I yawn. I didn’t think I was so tired, but after the intense scene, the shower, and being warm again, I’m drowsy. And that’s unusual because I spend so much of my time on edge.
Still, it’s early, and if I go to sleep now, I’ll be up at two a.m.
The weather has to break at some point, allowing me an opportunity to escape. I’ll need to be fresh and rested to outsmart Ryker.
“I need to stoke the fire. Check on things.” He props a shoulder on the doorjamb.
Damn, he’s so sexy, I want to climb on top of him again. How can that even be possible? Since I’ve been with him, I’ve had more orgasms than I’ve had in the last two years combined, and that includes the few I’ve given myself.
“We could watch a movie.”
Tempting…
“Or you can pay the debt you owe me.”