Chapter 21 #2
“Eyes on me. I want you to see as your cunt takes every hit.” He trails the tip of the crop from my ankle, all the way up my leg until he ghosts a touch over my pussy. He then shows it to me, slick with my arousal.
“Such a dirty girl.” He darts his tongue out to lick the crop, and I turn my face in embarrassment.
“Watch me taste you. You’re fucking delicious. When I’m done with your punishment, I’m going to bury my face in your wet little cunt and watch you scream for me.” I can’t move, and it’s only making me more aroused as he moves to the side of the bed. “Now, you will count each strike. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” What the fuck am I doing right now, and why am I so turned on by this? I’ve never done anything remotely kinky in my life, and yet I’m desperate for this man.
He administers the first strike, harder than expected, but wickedly satisfying.
“One… Sir.”
“Good girl.” I take another hit.
“Two… Sir.”
“You don’t have permission to come while I punish you.”
“I…” He strikes again. “Three, Sir. I’m so close. I can’t stop it.”
“Do not speak outside of counting unless given permission.”
“Four, Sir.” I’m on the brink of orgasm, my eyes fixed on where the leather connects with my most intimate flesh.
“Five… Sir.” My whole body begins to shake, taken to the edge in a way it never has, as every nerve ending in my body sings with desire.
Before I can catch my breath, Ryder drops the crop and moves to the bottom of the bed, making quick work of releasing my legs before crawling onto the bed, kissing his way up one leg and then the other, just shy of where I ache for him.
“Such a pretty shade of pink.” He presses a ghost of a kiss to my entrance. “You did so well.” Another kiss, this time over my clit, his tongue darting out to tease me.
“Please.”
“Tell me what you want.” He drives me wild as his tongue takes me in one long, languorous lick. “This?”
“Oh God, yes.”
He pulls back, leaving me bereft. “He has nothing to do with this. Did you forget something?”
“Yes, Sir. Please. I need you.”
“You’re fucking soaked, and you taste every bit as good as I remember. How close are you?” I can feel his breath on my skin, my orgasm balancing on a hair trigger.
“So close, Sir. It hurts. Please.”
“I do love to hear you beg, baby girl.” He buries his head between my thighs, sucking on my clit before writing a Shakespearean sonnet with his tongue. “Come for me.”
I detonate as his tongue fucks me, my black and white life exploding into Technicolor as he sends me cascading over the edge, relentless as he pushes me to orgasm, over and over again.
My wrists are still in restraints as I writhe beneath his ministrations.
“Good girl, squirting for me.”
I drop my head to the side, embarrassed.
“Don’t you dare look away. You’re fucking gorgeous, and squirting is a huge turn-on.”
Before I can say anything, he’s up off the bed, shrugging out of his pants, letting them drop to the floor. Holy mother of God, he’s hot. He’s cut in all the right places, and his cock is so hard right now that it sends a thrill down my spine at the thought of him filling me.
“See something you like?” he asks with a devious grin.
We’ve slept together before, but I feel like I’m seeing him for the first time tonight—the real him. “I need you, Sir.”
His eyes darken as he crawls onto the bed, straddling me as he removes the wrist restraints.
His lips crash down on mine as he positions himself at my entrance and takes me in one hard thrust. “Fuck, Aspen. You were made for me.” He circles his hips, seating himself to the hilt before groaning in my ear. “Made. For. Me.”
I run my hands over his taut shoulders and down his back, cupping his ass as he continues to move, setting my body on fire once more. I could spend the rest of my life in this room with him and die a happy woman.
Nothing else matters in this moment. There is only us and the way our bodies move together, undulating as his lips find mine.
We are one as we drive each other to the edge of ecstasy, teasing until we can’t stand it any longer, desperate to find release in one another.
When it comes, I can’t help screaming his name.
“Oh God! Yes, Ryder… Sir.”
“Say my fucking name.”
“Ryder.” He rips pleasure from my body, claiming it as his own.
“Fucking right. You’re mine now.”
“Yes… yes… yes.” I detonate around his cock as he fills me like no man ever has, chasing his release.
“Fuck.” He comes hard, rocking the bed as we ride the aftershocks of orgasm together.
We collapse in a tangle of limbs, a soft sheen of sweat covering our naked flesh.
I start laughing, joy bubbling inside me.
“This is new. I’ve never had a woman think having sex with me is funny.” The tight knit of his brow as he stares at me only makes me laugh more.
“I… that was so fucking good. Like life-changingly amazing.”
He props himself up on one elbow, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his impossibly handsome lips. “And that’s funny?”
“Yeah. I’ve been torturing myself since the first time we kissed, thinking that I’m not this kind of girl. That I’m basic vanilla, and this club would never be something I needed.”
“And now?”
“It’s as if everything just slotted into place, and I can finally see myself. I fucking loved being punished. One more hit, and I would’ve come.”
“You need to stop swearing, baby girl. It’s a stipulation in our contract. The only filth I want coming out of this mouth…” he says, running the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip, “… is my cum.”
My insides tighten, a thrill making my pussy pulse. I’m still so turned on, even after multiple orgasms. “Where do I sign?”
He caresses my cheek with the back of his. “You like the idea of me filling you with my cum?”
“Yes. I’ve never wanted that in my life. In fact, I’ve actively avoided it. But there’s something about the way you say it. Demand it. I want to do it for you. And for myself.”
“You did so well, baby girl. I’m so proud of how you took your punishment.”
“Just thinking about it has me turned on again. We literally just finished, and I’m horny already.”
“Who said we’re finished? I’m just getting started.”
“I mean tonight.”
“So do I,” he says with a cunning grin. “I need more. You taste so fucking sweet. Time to sit on my face.” He lies back, beckoning me.
“I can’t do that. I have curves unlike every other woman I’ve seen in here. What the hell! Do submissives not eat or something?”
“Mine better love her food. Now, do as you’re told and straddle me.”
“You’re serious?”
“I’m not going to break. I can handle anything you send my way. Having curves doesn’t make you heavy or inferior to any woman in this place. You’re hot as fuck, and if you don’t straddle my face right now, I’m going to get angry. Do as you’re told.”
I’ve never had oral sex this way before, always so self-conscious that I’m not a waif. I do as he asks, but I make sure to hold my weight.
“Grip the headboard and sit the fuck down, Aspen.”
“It’s fine. I can perch while you… do what you do.” Suddenly, I’m self-conscious, even after everything we’ve done tonight.
“If you suffocate me, it’s the perfect way to die.
” He grabs my hips and pulls me down until I’m sitting fully on his face, and fireworks go off at my core.
Ryder sets a punishing rhythm, and there’s nothing soft about the way he devours my pussy, groaning his approval as I begin to move, my hands firmly on the headboard.
I’ve never felt so desired in my life, as if he needs me more than his next breath.
I rock my hips, meeting his pace as he sends me headlong into another orgasm. Tonight, I feel like a virgin, experiencing out-of-this-world-amazing sex for the first time, and I know in this moment that Ryder Stevens has ruined me for any other man.