Chapter 15 #2
“Tell me I’m wrong! The woman you came in here with doesn’t know your name, so I’m assuming you’re going by something else tonight.
You didn’t tell me you were going to be here.
In fact, you explicitly told me you had other plans when I asked if you were free tonight.
Now you’re on some other guy’s arm. That sounds like a whore to me.
I should have known. You don’t know what it takes to be in the lifestyle.
The commitment. The fucking honesty. You want a cheap thrill. ”
I straighten my back, steadying myself before turning to face him.
“You’ve already made up your mind about me, so why bother defending myself?
You think I’m not good enough for you. That’s what all of this has been about.
Not that you want to shield me from your fucking perversions.
I’m not good enough to be your submissive, so I must be someone else’s whore.
I’ve been trying to be what you need, and you keep holding back.
This…” I gesture between us, “… has nothing to do with me being at a black-tie event with a man I’m not fucking sleeping with. ”
The rapid rise and fall of his chest betray the cold growl in his voice. “You want to know how perverse I can be, baby girl?”
“Yes!” I scream at him.
He’s on me in seconds, his mouth claiming mine in a harsh, unforgiving kiss, our tongues twisting and tangling in a frenzied fuck. He slams my back against the wall, his lips never leaving mine as he hikes up my dress and tears my lace thong off.
I wrestle with his belt and zipper, reaching my hand into his pants to unleash his rock-hard erection.
“You fucking want it, baby girl?” he asks as he buries his face in my breasts.
“I want it all.”
He shoves my hand out of the way, positioning himself at my entrance before slamming into me full force. It’s painfully delicious and wickedly sublime. I can’t help the moan that escapes me as he pounds into me, claiming me in a way I’ve never felt before.
“You fucking want it?”
“I. Fucking. Want. It.” Without another word, he captures my mouth before slipping his hand around my throat. His grip tightens, and I panic.
“This is me, baby girl. I want you gasping for fucking air while I’m inside you, spilling myself into your perfect little cunt.”
His hand tightens, and I begin to thrash as he hammers me, my traitorous body letting itself be pushed to the brink of orgasm.
When I think I’m going to pass out, he releases his grip, his mouth crashing down on mine, his tongue fucking me in the same punishing rhythm as his cock. My hands claw at his back, desperate for more of him.
Just when I think I’m about to come, he pulls back, his hand returning to my throat, choking me as his cock fills me so deep, I can’t think straight.
“Your pleasure is mine. Not some fucking trick. You’re mine, and don’t you fucking forget it.”
My vision swims as his grip tightens, and every nerve ending in my body comes roaring to life.
“I…”
“Keep your mouth shut and come for me like a good little slut.” My body responds to his command. I crash headlong into the abyss, my orgasm ripping through me as Ryder chases his release.
I ride the aftershocks as he spills inside me, his hand moving from my throat up into my hair as his lips find mine. It’s the most intense orgasm of my life—a rush like no other.
When he’s done, he releases me and tucks his still-hard cock into his pants.
“Ryder…”
“You wanted it all. The depravity. Now, you can stay the fuck away from me outside of the kitchen.”
“Wait, Ryder.”
“You will fucking address me as Sir when my cum is dripping from your pussy. Get cleaned up. We’re leaving.”
“I can’t.” The rapid rise and fall of his chest transforms from desire to anger.
“Because you have a paying customer. Whatever he’s paying you for the night, I’ll give you double, but you are leaving right now. I’m taking you home, so you can either go out there and give him an excuse, or he can watch me sling you over my shoulder and walk out. Your choice.”
“I’m not taking your money.”
“My money is no different than his.” I make a move to clean myself up, but he stops me in my tracks, grabbing the paper towel from my hand. “You can leave my cum. I want it dripping down your legs as you tell that prick you’re leaving.”
“Ryder…” If only he’d let me explain.
“Sir, I’ve fucking earned that much.”
“Sir, I’m not a hooker.”
“Then, you’re seeing another guy behind my back. I don’t know which is worse.” He unlocks the restroom door and holds it open, his steely gaze fixed on me. I’m not a fucking child. If I want to be an escort, then I will. It’s none of his goddamn business.
“I’m going back to my table. Good evening, Ryder.” Before I know what’s happening, he scoops me into his arms and strides down the hallway toward the dining room.
“Put me down.”
“I told you what would happen. One way or the other, you’re leaving here with me.”
“No, I’m not. Put. Me. Down.”
“If you were mine…”
“Well, you haven’t seen fit to bestow that on me, have you? I’m just some girl you vanilla fuck before you spend the night with a real woman.”
“That’s what you think? That I don’t value you enough?”
I don’t know why I said it. This is not the place to have this discussion.
“Put me down, Ryder. I’m not doing this with you right now. I’m working as an escort. I don’t fuck my clients. Not that you deserve to know what I’m doing.”
“I mean it, Aspen. You go over there and tell him you have to leave, or I will. And I won’t be as kind with the things I say.”
“You’re an asshole, Ryder. I don’t know why you feel the need to control women, but it’s fucked up, and I want no part of it.”
“And after I drop you home, you can bitch and moan all you want.”
“Fuck you.”
He doesn’t put me down, instead striding toward Joseph, who’s aghast at the sight of me cradled in Ryder’s arms.
“Hello, Joseph.”
“Ryder,” he says, his face grim. “That’s my date.”
“She’s one of my chefs. I managed to catch her before she fainted. I’m going to take her home.”
Joseph looks to me. “Are you okay, Danielle? I can take you home.”
“I don’t want you to miss the awards. I’m just sorry I won’t be here to clap for your acceptance speech.” His expression softens. He’s an understanding man, but I can kiss goodbye to the five thousand dollars I was set to earn tonight.
“Feel better. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“Thank you for being so gracious. I’m sorry.”
“That’s okay, Danielle.”
“Yes, Danielle, let’s get you home.”
Ryder marches out the door triumphantly, and all I want to do is slap his gorgeous face.