Chapter 15 Ryder #2
I wasn’t used to get reciprocation, so his hand was like nothing I’d ever felt before.
It was large and calloused from ranch work, but so gentle and precise in its movements.
Every stroke was deliberate, designed to bring me maximum pleasure without pushing me over the edge too quickly.
I couldn’t help the small whimpers that escaped my throat as he worked me, my bound hands flexing uselessly behind my back.
“That’s it,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. “Let me hear you.”
I moaned louder, my head falling back against his shoulder.
The vulnerability of this position—naked from the waist down, hands bound, completely at his mercy—should have frightened me.
Instead, it felt like liberation. For once in my life, I didn’t have to be in control.
I didn’t have to make the decisions or worry about consequences. All I had to do was feel. And enjoy.
“You’re so beautiful,” Connor murmured, his free hand sliding up under my shirt to caress my chest, pinching at my nipples. “I like it when my good boy let’s me take care of him like this.”
His thumb circled the head of my cock, spreading the pre-cum that had gathered there, making each stroke slicker and more intense. The ring at the base of my shaft made everything more sensitive, more urgent. I’d never been this hard in my life.
“Please, sir,” I gasped, not even sure what I was begging for.
“What do you need, pup?” His voice was steady, controlled, even as his hand continued its maddening pace. “Tell me.”
“I need to cum,” I whined, my hips bucking into his grip. “Please let me cum, sir.”
He kissed my neck, a soft press of lips that contrasted with the firm strokes of his hand. “Since you asked so nicely.”
His pace increased, his grip tightening just enough to send sparks of pleasure shooting through my body. My thighs trembled as I felt the pressure building, my release so close I could taste it.
“Look at yourself,” Connor commanded, forcing my chin down so I could watch his hand working my cock. “Watch what I’m doing to you. Watch how you fall apart for me.”
The sight of his large hand wrapped around my straining erection, the silver ring gleaming at the base, was almost too much. I felt myself teetering on the edge, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
“Cum for me,” he growled against my ear. “Now.”
It was like a dam breaking. I cried out, my whole body tensing as pleasure crashed through me in waves.
Thick ropes of cum shot from my cock, coating Connor’s hand and my stomach as he continued to stroke me through my orgasm.
I’d never cum so hard in my life, never felt so completely blissful and lost in sensation.
“That’s it,” Connor praised, his voice warm with approval. “Let it all go, pup.”
I shuddered in his arms, aftershocks of pleasure rippling through me as he slowed his strokes, drawing out every last drop.
When I finally collapsed against him, completely spent, he finally released my cock.
My entire body felt like jelly, my mind floating in a haze of pleasure and contentment.
I’d never experienced anything like this before.
Not just the physical release, but the emotional one too.
“You did so well,” Connor murmured, pressing soft kisses to my neck and shoulder. His hands moved behind me, unbuckling the belt around my wrists. “Such a good boy.”
As soon as my hands were free, he gently massaged my wrists, checking for any signs of discomfort. The care in his touch made my heart swell even more than his domination had. This wasn’t just about sex or power for him. He genuinely cared about my wellbeing.
“How do you feel?” he asked, turning me slightly so he could see my face.
“Amazing,” I whispered, my voice still rough from having his cock down my throat. “I’ve never... it’s never been like that before.”
Connor smiled, a soft, genuine expression that reached his eyes. “Get used to it. That’s how it will always be with me.”
He helped me adjust my position until I was curled against his chest, my head tucked under his chin. I felt safe there, protected and valued in a way I’d never experienced with another person. My body was still humming with pleasure, but it was the emotional contentment that truly overwhelmed me.
“Thank you,” I murmured against his shirt, inhaling his scent—a mix of soap, sweat, and his own spicy scent.
“For what?” His hand stroked slowly up and down my back.
“For seeing me,” I said simply. “The real me. Not just what I pretend to be.”
Connor’s arms tightened around me. “I’ve always seen you, Ryder. Even when you were driving me crazy with your games.”
I laughed softly. “I was pretty obnoxious, wasn’t I?”
“You were,” he agreed, but his tone was fond. “But I understood why. Sometimes it’s easier to be who people expect you to be than to show them who you really are.”
I nodded against his chest, suddenly overwhelmed by how perfectly he understood me.
We sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, his hand continuing its soothing pattern on my back.
Despite everything—losing my home, confronting my father, this new and intense connection with Connor—I felt strangely at peace.