Chapter 17 #2
“How is it any different from what you’ve done tonight? What, because you paid my agent double, it somehow absolves you?”
I push past him, ready to go home. I’m not playing this game. With all the confidence I can muster, I strut across the marble floor, only to hear Ryder hot on my heels. Before I know what’s happening, he grips my face with his hands, his lips crashing down on mine in a ferocious, punishing kiss.
Everything else fades away as he sets my body on fire. There’s only us in this moment. Our anger is channeled into this one kiss, our tongues fighting for dominance in a harsh but heart-stopping dance.
“Come with me.” I let him lead me over to the elevator, and as the doors close behind us, he’s on me in seconds, his hands fisting in my hair.
“Ryder…” His name dies on my lips as he claims me, pushing me against the cold glass walls as his hands begin to roam.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you, baby girl.”
“I…” His rock-hard erection digs into my hip as we begin to move, grinding against each other as the doors ping for—I don’t even know where we’re going.
He kisses down my neck, his hands cupping my ass. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”
“What?”
“Do as you’re fucking told and say yes.”
“Say yes to what?”
“To let me worship your body. Wrap your legs around my waist, Aspen.” I nod in agreement even as my brain screams at me to walk away.
I do as he asks and fist my hands in his luscious blond hair, his ice-blue eyes darkening as he devours me with his gaze.
His lips find mine as he lifts me out of the elevator, swiping a keycard before walking us inside. As soon as he kicks the door shut behind us, he’s got me up against it, his hand reaching between us, his fingers tugging my panties to the side.
“Oh, you are soaking wet for me.” He unwraps my legs from around his waist, setting me down before dropping to his knees and hoisting my leg over his shoulder. Without another word, his mouth is on my pussy, the growing ache for him sending me into overdrive. I’m not even sure I can stay standing.
“Oh God, Ryder.” I can’t take my eyes off him as he buries his face between my legs, licking, flicking, sucking my clit. The warmth of his mouth sends me into a tailspin. The scruff on his jaw is a delicious juxtaposition to the softness of his lips.
“Naughty girl.” He leaves me bereft. “How do you address me when my tongue is fucking your sweet little cunt?”
My mind goes blank, so desperate for his touch. For more of him. “I…”
He leans in, licking the length of me. “Say it.”
“Oh God.” It feels too good, and when he nips my clit with his teeth, I’m on the verge of orgasm. “Sir, please don’t stop. Sir, please.”
“Good girl.” A thrill courses through me at his words before he kisses my pussy with feral desire, sending me spiraling over the edge, screaming his name, begging for more.
When I can’t hold myself up any longer, he pulls my leg off his shoulder and scoops me into his arms, carrying me to the bedroom before stripping me. I tear at his tie, his shirt, his pants. I need him more than my next breath, to have his cock inside me once more.
He tosses me onto the bed like I weigh nothing, his eyes raking the length of my naked body, lingering on every curve.
Grabbing his tie off the floor, he crawls onto the bed like a predator stalking his prey, moving up to my waist before taking each hand and pushing them above my head.
He wraps his tie around my wrists and tightens them, rendering me helpless.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Aspen.” His lips crash down on mine, claiming me, marking me, ruining me for any other man.
Positioning himself at my entrance, he takes me in one hard thrust, seating himself to the hilt, stretching me, filling me in a way no man ever has.
I’ve had good dick before, but Ryder Stevens is another breed.
Big. Hard. Thick. Steel encased in velvet that drives me wild.
His hands palm my breasts as he makes me take all of him, his eyes fixed on where our bodies meet.
“Fuck, you feel good.” He leans over me, bracing himself on either side of me before capturing my lips as he circles his hips, and nothing else matters.
The past few weeks melt away, leaving only us, in this moment, and how our bodies fit together as if they were handcrafted for each other.
With my hands tied above my head, I can’t reach out and touch him, but right now, he’s touching me in all the right places, and I feel another orgasm building.
“That’s it, baby girl, take me like a good girl.” His voice is dark, raspy, and capable of pushing me over the edge. “Now, don’t come until I tell you.”
“I can’t stop. It feels too good.”
“You will wait because I control your pleasure, Aspen. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” I would say anything right now for one more thrust of his hips, to feel his cock hitting just the right spot to make me forget my name.
My legs begin to shake as he sets a punishing rhythm, chasing his release as I teeter on the edge of mine, knowing it will completely destroy me when it comes.
His lips find mine in a frenzied kiss, his tongue fucking me in the same rhythm as his cock, tantalizing all my senses at once.
I can’t get enough of him—the way his skin feels against mine, and the scent of sex clinging to us both as Ryder takes me to the edge, over and over again before pulling back.
When I’m not sure I can hold back any longer, Ryder rears up, grabbing my hips before slamming into me, again and again, his body so perfect as he hammers me with his cock.
“Come for me, baby girl. Let me hear you scream.”
“Oh fuck! Yes… Sir. Oh God, Sir. Yes… yes… yes!” I detonate around him, milking his orgasm as my pussy clenches around him, my legs shaking with the torrent of pleasure coursing through every fiber of my being.
“Jesus Christ, Aspen. Fuck. You’re mine.” His orgasm takes hold, his lips finding mine once more as we ride out the aftershocks together before he collapses on the bed at my side. It’s not until I remember I can’t move my hands that cold realization dawns.
What I just let him do to me. What he said. You’re mine. What he didn’t add was, bought and paid for.
“Can you untie my hands?”
“Say please.”
“Untie me now.” His blissful, sexy smirk is gone, his brow furrowed as he reaches up to loosen his tie.
“Talk to me, Aspen. Did I hurt you?”
I scramble off the bed, quickly grabbing my dress and slipping into it. I don’t have time to put on underwear, so I stuff it in my purse. I have to get out of here now. All of a sudden, I’m claustrophobic, my throat constricting as I choke out the words.
“I guess you were right. I am a whore.”