43. Ryker
43
Ryker
“ W hy do I have to wear a blindfold again?” she asks, the confusion and frustration evident in her tone as she holds the blindfold in the air like it’s personally offended her.
I remember a time when I didn’t enjoy brattiness in my submissives. It would seem those times are gone. At her core, she’s so undeniably good. She follows my rules and does as I say. But she also has these rare moments, where she lets just a little sass float to the surface and I’ve come to enjoy them, more than I’d willingly admit. Although I imagine it has more to do with her than the brattiness itself.
“Maybe because I told you to.” Cocking my head, I shoot her a look from the driver's seat. When she doesn’t respond, I raise an eyebrow. If she thinks she can outstare me in this little standoff, she’s sorely mistaken.
She lets out a huff in frustration, then slides the black silk over her head to cover her eyes. I can’t help but smile. My girl may let some sass out, but she still does what she’s told.
“Are you gonna tell me where we’re going?” she questions, just as I’m pulling onto the main road.
“And ruin the surprise? I don’t think so. Besides, if I told you, I’d have to kill you.”
Peeking out from under the blindfold, she shrieks. “Oh. My. God. Did Mister Serious and Broody just make a joke? I never thought I’d see the day.”
“Hey, I’m a funny guy,” I counter. “Now put the blindfold back on before I’m forced to punish you.”
“Okay, okay.” She’s bouncing up and down in the seat. This is going to be fun.
It’s not long before we’ve arrived at our destination. I made reservations for our little adventure, so thankfully, we don’t have to wait. I park and lead her through the lot to the front door. “Are you ready, sweet girl?”
“Mmhmm. I think I was ready before we left your penthouse.” Referring to the penthouse as mine shouldn’t fuck with my head, but it does. My brows pull together at the thought that one day she could be gone, but I shake it off. Today is not about me.
I grab the blindfold and slowly pull it from her, revealing my surprise.
Her mouth falls open, as she looks to the sky, silently taking in the giant FLY ZONE signage above her.
“Good surprise?” I started planning for it almost immediately after she told me about wanting to have experiences like this as a kid, but not being allowed to. I’ve given her new sexual experiences. It’s time for something else. I’m determined to give her every single experience she’s ever missed out on, no matter what category it falls under.
“I don’t understand.”
“You said you always wanted to go skydiving and I’m too old to be jumping out of airplanes, so I found the next best thing.” What I don’t tell her, is that this will be a first for me, as well. I’ve never felt the need to chase an adrenaline high, but there’s no way I’ll let her do this alone.
“You did this for me?” Her eyes widen in shock.
“Sweet girl, you should know by now, I’d do anything for you.” I lean down and place a chaste kiss on her lips. “Let’s do this.”
I take it back. This was a bad idea. I was warned we would need to complete training before we could do this, but no one told me this would involve some boy , who can’t be over twenty-something, touching my girl. His hands are all over her, and I swear if he gets even one millimeter closer to her pussy, I will be forced to take action. Maybe if I made him a little less pretty, with his perfect fucking face and his ripped biceps, it would make me feel better. Why does his hand need to be there anyway?
“You okay?” she asks, as whatever the fuck his name is tugs on the harness straps between those luscious thighs, one last time.
No. I’m not fucking okay. I’d be better if this ass face took his filthy little hands off of my girl.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Fuck my life. Please let this torture end soon before I make a scene and end up in jail. “We almost done here?”
“Yeah, dude. You’re all set,” Ass Face assures me. “Just had to make sure this pretty lady was secured tight.” Of course he did. She’s not available, dude.
Arabella
Woah. I didn’t expect his hands to get quite so close to my lady bits. He is admittedly very attractive, but I can’t seem to see past the man in front of me. You know those cartoons, where someone is so worked up, smoke billows out of their ears? That was Ryker, while Jackson was checking my harness and going over everything I needed to know before we did this.
Is he jealous? There’s no fucking way. He’s a lot of things, but jealous isn’t one of them.
One thing I do know is that Ryker Hart is a chameleon. As soon as Jackson finishes with me, he makes his way to him. This should be interesting. I’ve met serious club owner Ryker, Dom Ryker and my personal favorite, Daddy Ryker. Nothing could have prepared me for this. Even though he just watched me go through this entire thing, he apparently still missed the part about indoor skydiving requiring gear to be worn over the clothes. I’m not sure what he thought was going to happen, but between his hooded gaze and the distinct flare of his nostrils, he’s clearly unamused.
Jackson repeats everything until we’re both wearing bright red jumpsuits, goggles, helmets and they’re currently securing us into our harnesses. The harness isn’t all that comfortable for me, and I don’t have a dick to tend with. The thick straps wrap around his legs, and settle into his groin, drawing my eyes to the massive bulge between his legs. I wish I had my phone right now, because this… is priceless.
“You look–” I start as he shoos Jackson away like he’s a bother.
“Don’t even finish that sentence, Arabella.” Yikes. He rarely says my full first name. He must mean business.
“What? I was just gonna say how dashing you look.” I can’t stop the laugh that escapes me, but I immediately throw my hand over my mouth, trying to hide that it happened.
“Are you folks ready to go?” the staff member asks, interrupting this very funny moment.
“We’re ready.” Ryker steps in line next to me with a smile on his face. I can see the discomfort he’s hiding underneath, but knowing the lengths this man went to, to see me happy, warms my heart.
“We’ve already gone over the safety information. If you don’t have any questions, walk to the center of the room and we’ll take it from there. You’ll be in the air for six minutes. Feel free to hold hands or not. Either way, it’s totally fine.”
Ryker grabs my hand and leads me to the center of the room, just like we’ve been instructed. “Are you ready, sweet girl?”
My stomach does a flip as nervousness sets in and my hands start to tremble.
“I–I’m… yeah.”
“Hold onto me,” he directs as he reaches for my hands. “I’ve got you.”
Seconds later, our bodies are horizontal as we’re flung into the air, flying like we just jumped from a plane. The strong wind inside the tunnel is loud, whooshing all around us and I’m suddenly grateful they made us wear earplugs. I look at Ryker and my eyes light up. Is that what my face looks like too? I can’t control the laughter that escapes me as I watch my Dominant… indoor skydiving in that ridiculous getup. His mouth is open wide enough, he has to have swallowed a lot of air by now. Then there’s his face. He looks boneless as his lips and cheeks flop around like they don’t know where they’re supposed to go or what they’re supposed to be doing. His face is so contorted, he’s almost unrecognizable. But I’d recognize those baby blues anywhere.
We’re still holding hands, but the force of the air that’s keeping us afloat is actively threatening to break our grip. I look around me and imagine I’m surrounded by blue skies, then I close my eyes and allow myself to feel every sensation. The whip of the wind against my skin, the sound of the air rushing by.
When I finally open my eyes, he’s staring right at me. Time has to be standing still because there’s no way we haven’t been up here for more than six minutes, but as soon as that thought crosses my mind, the wind dies down and we’re placed gently back on the ground. Both our chests heave as we stand there, gazing at one another, refusing to break our hold.
“That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced,” I admit, not wanting to break eye contact with him.
“It was pretty great.” He grins, then pulls me to his chest and leans down and locks his lips with mine. It’s not until we hear clapping and cheering that we finally break apart. “Let’s get out of these fucking jumpsuits and get some dinner, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I answer softly.