CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
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Ryder
THE IN-PROGESS MANSION LOOMED FROM the darkness.
Vesper sat quietly beside me, the crinkling of shopping bags perched in the back making a noise as we bounced over pot-holes in the driveway.
I hadn’t asked if she wanted to come home with me.
I hadn’t enquired if she’d rather go back to her place.
I was driving. Therefore, I was in control.
I didn’t believe that nonsense, of course, but something had happened in the store and it wasn’t just the hug or heart-twisting confession.
Damn David was right.
I felt things when I hugged her.
I felt things from myself and from her. I wasn’t ready to figure out what it all meant yet but I could admit that whatever affection I had for Vesper—it had increased a thousand fold.
Not because of the stupid hug.
But because of her admission. Because of her embarrassment and shame caused by people who didn’t understand what made her go above and beyond. She couldn’t even find joy in her donations because every time she did she heard the doom and gloom from others.
It was a shitty situation to be in.
Guilty if she does.
Guilty if she doesn’t.
I felt so fucking sorry for her and wanted to do anything I could to help—not as a charity case but because I wanted this woman in my life and I needed her to be happy.
When we first met, I knew she was selfless when it came to vet services. She undercharged me on every single operation and consultation. She gave me medicine and ointments at cost price. She was more interested in making sure the animal was pain free than what her accounting looked like.
It was reckless.
Idiotic to be so giving.
The human race were notorious takers and she would be taken advantage of until she had nothing left to give. As much as I understood her drive, I also didn’t want her to fall into financial ruin. One day a few months ago, I’d even seen her help out a stray cat that no one claimed and neutered it free of charge so it could be rehomed easily.
That sort of dedication went above and beyond a career.
Now I understood why she had no clothes in her wardrobe and no food in her fridge.
Money.
The little she had she gave to those creatures in need.
Pulling to a stop outside the main veranda, I turned the key and the engine quieted. We sat there in silence for a second or two before I raked both hands through my hair and shot her a smile. I had a lot more questions and we had to discuss it. But not tonight. “I didn’t really give you a choice, but I hope you’re okay spending the night with me?”
Vesper tilted her chin. “Depends if you have running water or not. I have work tomorrow and need a shower to wake up. Plus, dogs have a keen sense of smell. I can’t stink for their sake.”
“I doubt you stink. ”
She huffed. “Girl’s stink just like boys.”
“I’ll take your word for it.” I laughed.
“So? My answer hinges on your ability to provide basic facilities.”
“Well, that works in my favour as my foreman assured me the plumber finished his duties this afternoon. Showers, baths, and any other aquatic activity should be no problem whatsoever.”
“In that case, I’ll stay.” She smiled. “I don’t want to come across as a sex hungry diva but I packed my scrubs and fresh underwear with my toothbrush in my handbag, just in case you pulled a stunt like this.”
I chuckled. “I don’t know if I should be happy for your forward thinking, your ability to second guess my next move, or horrified I came across as such a sure thing.”
“Oh, you’re a sure thing, all right.”
I lowered my voice. “What does that make you?”
“Just as easy?”
“Not easy.” Taking her hand resting in her lap, I kissed her knuckles. “How about hot for me? Just like I’m hot for you.”
“That works.” She added in a husky whisper, “I truly am hot for you, Ry. You do things to me.”
“I’ve done a few things to you but I have plenty more to try out.”
“Promises, promises.” She mimicked me, bringing my hand to her mouth and kissing my knuckles. The sensation of her lips on my skin made me almost jerk her across the gear shift and sink inside her.
“Not just promises. A few dirty things will be done tonight. You have my word.”
“What are we still doing sitting in the car then?” Her hand moved to the door handle. “Let me out and do dirty things to me.”
“Your wish is my command, my sexy little vet.” Letting her go, I opened the car door and leapt out. Slamming it home, I headed to her side and gave her my hand again to balance .
Once she’d unfolded gracefully from the bronze-coloured Mustang, she whispered, “By the way, you’re not easy to predict your next move. I’ve been trying to guess what you’ll do the entire drive here, but I’m stumped.”
“That I am happy about.” I grinned, tucking her palm in the crook of my elbow and escorting her up the steps and through the front door. I didn’t bother locking it. I probably should with the priceless chandeliers and countless workmen tools, but if anyone wanted to rob the place, all they’d have to do is rip off one of the plywood boards haphazardly placed over already broken windows or just pry open some other rickety part of the house.
Locks were useless on this thing.
“Are you going to tell me or do you want me to die of anticipation?”
Wrapping my arm around her shoulders, I corralled her through the foyer, around the pyramid of paint buckets, and over a dust sheet protecting the parquet floors in the lounge. “I don’t want you dying. That would be very inconvenient.”
“Inconvenient for the zoo you collect or the greedy thing in your trousers?”
Inconvenient for my heart.
“Both.” I smirked. “And other reasons that won’t be discussed tonight.”
“Oh, so secretive.” Her teeth glowed in the dimmed lights above. “I’m not a girl who likes secrets—see evidence of spilling mine—so spit it out.”
“Okay, secret number one.” Marching her toward the couch, I pushed her into the soft cushions. “You’re to sit here while I go make us a drink.”
She immediately tried to stand. “Let me help you.”
“No chance. I want you to relax. Tonight, I’m waiting on you for a change.”
“Okay…” She eyed me dubiously as I backstepped from the lounge into the kitchen that was now visible thanks to the dividing wall being removed. Wires still dangled from the ce iling from where we’d cut some of the electrics.
Scar appeared, rousing from his bed beneath the dining room table. He wheezed his way toward Vesper. The poor dog was worse for wear with his war wounds and laboured breathing but he had a death grip on life and hadn’t kicked the bucket yet.
I still managed his pain every day, doing everything I could to grant him happiness.
The moment she saw him, Vesper slid off the couch and kneeled on the floor. The ex-fighter immediately clambered onto her lap, licking her chin.
My heart melted at the scene.
Goddammit, this woman just got to me. She did things to my body, my soul, my mind. Having her sitting on my furniture, drinking my alcohol, eating my food, and hugging my pets…it just made me want it forever.
I wanted to provide for her.
I wanted to care for her like she cared for so many others.
Clearing my throat, I turned away. And to stop myself declaring all sorts of stupid things, locking the doors so she couldn’t leave, and getting on my knee to ask her a question far, far too soon to ask, I left drink arranging for the moment and headed back out to the car.
Leaping down the porch steps, I opened the back door and grabbed the bag with dog and cat toys.
The idea I had for tonight was naughty. I had no idea if Vesper would be into it. Normally, there was no way in hell I would risk asking. But she was different.
We were different.
Different was good.
And if she wasn’t into it, then no big deal. At least we were honest with each other and adult enough to respect each other’s opinions.
Listen to me.
Adult and compromise and marriage.
Those words were a different language to me a few weeks ago; now they were firmly implanted in my brain.
What the hell are you doing to me, Vesper?
Heading back into the kitchen, I poured her a vodka pineapple and myself a cold pilsner and carried the bag and beverages back to the lounge.
Hippo had joined the duo on the floor.
The first time the pigmy pig went near Scar, I’d been petrified. I wasn’t too proud to admit my balls clenched at the thought of the killing machine tearing into my pet piglet like she was honey smoked bacon.
But by some miracle I couldn’t understand, Scar didn’t make a move to hurt her. He’d growled, no doubt wondering what the hell she was, but after one truffle nudge from Hippo he’d shut up and deemed her worthy enough to be his friend.
I couldn’t explain it.
And if I was honest, I didn’t trust him with her. Not after the sort of life he’d lived. But at the same time, I couldn’t lock him up and Hippo had free range of the house. The only concession I’d done was put a bell on her purple collar so I could hear if she went near him and keep watch.
Vesper looked up. “This pig is the most adorable thing I’ve seen.”
“Don’t let her fool you. She’s a mastermind at manipulation.”
“She sounds like Visa.”
“They’d probably plan a world takeover if they ever met.”
She laughed. “True enough. Let’s hope they never do. We don’t want pigs and cats ruling us.”
I hope they do meet.
Because that would mean she’d moved in with me and the damn cat would be my permanent house guest—bloody knuckles or not.
Passing Vesper her drink, I purposely kept the bag tucked down the side of the couch so she didn’t see it. Even though I was willing to put my neck on the proverbial chopping block, it didn’t mean I’d stopped doubting how she’d feel about this. But then again, look at how adaptable she was.
I mean, shit—we were hanging out in a rundown building surrounded by a killer dog and a beloved pig. That shit was different in anyone’s book.
Vesper took a sip of her drink, looking over her shoulder where I sat behind her on the couch while Scar kept her locked on the ground. “Tasty. What’s in it?”
“Your poison of choice.”
“How do you know my poison of choice?”
I smirked. “I cleaned your kitchen for you, remember? While you were sick? I noticed three different vodkas in your cupboard: apple, kiwifruit, and strawberry but no wine or beer or other liquor.” I chuckled. “And so, with the powers of infinite deduction, I came to the conclusion you must drink the Russian’s favourite and bought some for your next visit.”
“Wow, I’m impressed.” She smiled softly. “What else do you already know about me that I thought I kept a secret?”
“Probably quite a lot.” I took a swig of beer, not mentioning the fact that I now understood why she had no clothes, hand-me-down furniture, and a shitty car. In fact, her only splurge was the vodka and who the hell knew how old those bottles were in her cupboard.
I wouldn’t bring up the fact that she was irresponsible with her money because her reasons behind it sucker-punched me in the gut and made me feel so unworthy.
I helped animals. I sheltered them. I protected them. But what did I give them that I couldn’t already afford to give?
Nothing.
It was thanks to my parents that I was able to do this and their stipulation that I do but if I was like Vesper and living below the poverty line, would I still be so damn selfless?
I wanted to know so I could look myself in the mirror and be proud of myself. I also didn’t want to know because I was afraid I wouldn’t have a satisfactory answer.
“Sorry, I don’t have fancy surround sound or a completed fire to make the mood more romantic.” I pointed at the colossal marble fireplace I’d recently finished restoring. “That thing will be a beast once the chimney is rebuilt.”
“Rebuilt?”
I nodded.
“The chimney fell down?” Her gaze flickered to the cavernous hole just waiting for cheery logs to burn in ambiance.
“Yes, decades of bird nests and no maintenance meant the mortar crumbled away. I’m guessing in one of the high winds, the bricks just gave up and toppled. It’s on my to do list this week.”
“You juggle a lot of things.” She sipped again. “Dog care, house maintenance, perfect boyfriend.”
My heart fisted. “Say that again.”
“Dog care—”
I bent over, stroking her hair. “No, the boyfriend part.”
Her eyes glowed. “Ah, you want positive acknowledgement that we’re a thing now?”
“A thing?”
“Two consenting adults agreeing to spend allotted amounts of time together in a fun and mutually enjoyable way.”
My gaze dropped on her blouse. “Did you pack a dictionary in your bra? Is that the current Webster’s definition?”
She shuddered as my fingers massaged her scalp. “No, just my own conclusion.”
“Conclusions being…I’m your boyfriend?”
“You’re mine, yes.”
My cock stiffened. “I like hearing that even more than the juvenile title of what our relationship is.”
“Juvenile? Wait, you don’t like the word boyfriend?” Her eyes flittered closed as I continued to knead the back of her neck.
“Nope.”
“Why? ”
“Because I’m not a boy and you’re not a girl. We’re adults doing adult things. We fuck and go to work and juggle hard as hell lives while doing our best to remember how to be stupid and fun.”
My lips ached to kiss her as her head fell back. Scar looked peeved as her cuddles dropped away, distracted by my petting.
“So…what are you?” she murmured.
“Yours.”
“Mine?”
“Yep.”
Guiding her floppy head, I kissed her.
She sighed into my mouth, her body lethargic as I held up her skull and kissed her deep. Heat siphoned in my veins and my thoughts switched to a well-played and single-track song of ‘sleep with her, sleep with her.’
However, I wanted to show her a piece of my life before we got to the good stuff. She’d shared a little of herself tonight.
It’s my turn.
Breaking the kiss, I stood and pulled her from the floor. “Come on, woman who is mine. I want to show you this house you don’t appreciate.”
Her gaze widened. “I do appreciate it. I’m just in awe of how much work you’re doing to fix it.”
“It’s worth it. Simple. I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t enjoy it.”
She smiled. “In that case, I would love a tour.”
The house was a neutral topic and for the next hour Vesper and I made small talk about window glazing, floor coverings, and interior decorating, slowly moving around the bottom level as I showed her nooks and crannies and painted the vision of what I held for this grand lady and her new future.
By the time we made it back to the lounge, I’d had three beers and Vesper three vodkas. We were lethargic and happy. The fact we hadn’t eaten before our shopping trip meant a slight buzz affected both of us. Nothing crazy—we were still in full control of decisions—but it had taken the edge off being awkward .
For some reason, the ease we normally had around each other had vanished ever since I’d hugged her in the pet superstore. The knowledge that something had happened between us on a deeper level than what we were ready for hung around like a cloud. And the fact we both skirted heavier issues wasn’t unnoticed by either of us.
Vesper yawned as we reached the kitchen. Scar had retired after a dose of painkillers and his dinner and Hippo had waddled off in her tinkling bell to bunker down for the night—most likely pressed against a heater. She gave me a damn heart attack every night that she’d somehow slow cook herself and I’d wake up to a roast pork dinner.
The nightmare was surprisingly realistic.
“Wow, is it really past midnight?” Vesper blinked hazily at the glowing oven clock.
I yawned too, unable to stop the universal desire when another did. “Guess so.”
“I better go.”
“Why?”
“Well…it’s late. And I have work tomorrow.”
“What time do you have to be in?”
“It’s Sunday so we open at ten instead of eight. And so far, touch wood—” She pressed her fingertips to the scuffed countertop. “—we have no scheduled surgeries. Most likely it will be admin day and pop ins from animals either eating something they shouldn’t or owners catching up on check-ups.”
“So what you’re saying is tomorrow isn’t too crazy.”
“I guess…” She cocked her chin. “Why?”
“Just checking.” I gave her a secretive smile and headed into the lounge. “I agree that it’s late and we should head to bed but I thought we agreed when you first got here that you were spending the night.”
She laughed quietly. “I was wondering if you’d forgotten that stipulation.”
“I never forget.” I tapped my temple. “Elephant. ”
Shit, really shouldn’t have said that.
Elephants were my deflating tool not to be used to get me in the sexy mood.
Shaking the image away, I fisted the plastic bag hiding the pet store goodies and took her hand. “Bedtime?”
Her eyes zeroed in on the purchases. “Eh, why are you bringing that with us to bed?”
Rubbing her knuckles with my thumb, I dragged her toward the staircase. “How about you don’t ask questions and just say ‘yes, Ryder, please take me to bed. I trust you. I don’t care whatsoever what’s in the bag.’”
She rolled her eyes. “I suppose you expect me to lie down and present my belly for a rub too while you’re wanting the impossible.”
I chuckled. “It would go with the theme I had in mind. If you feel inclined…go for it.”
Our foot falls echoed in the huge foyer as we climbed the circular staircase. She didn’t pull away, keeping pace with me even if curiosity mixed with apprehension on her face.
“Oh!” She tugged on my hand. “What about Scar?”
I shook my head. “After that first night of labouring up the stairs, I couldn’t put his heart under such stress. I relocated his geisha tent under the dining room table. He’s content.”
“Geisha tent?”
“Well, it sounded better than pimp tent.”
“He’s a pimp now?”
“He wishes. He hasn’t had his balls cut off so I’m guessing the desire to use the force with a few bitches is strong in that one.”
“Did you just twist a Star Wars reference and use the word bitch in a sentence?”
I laughed as we entered my bedroom. “Damn, I can’t get anything past you.”
“No, you can’t.” Snatching the bag, she wriggled from my grip and darted to my bed. “Just like you can’t hide what’s in here forever. ”
“Hey!” I chased after her.
Too late.
She upturned the bag, sending a flurry of colour and surprise onto the black sheets. At least I’d made the bed and put fresh linen on. Not that I had a choice. Repairing the roof yesterday meant I accidentally put my foot through the ceiling when checking a rafter inside.
Rubble and debris landed squarely on the same mattress I had full intentions of taking Vesper on.
“What exactly is this?” Vesper held up a feather attached to a bendy wand with silky ribbons.
“I believe that is a cat swatting toy thingy.”
“And why did you buy it?”
“Why not?”
“You don’t have any cats.”
“How do you know?”
She paused, biting her bottom lip. “You’ve never come into the surgery with a rescued cat before.”
“Doesn’t mean I haven’t saved a few.”
“Okay…where are the felines who are in desperate need of this toy?” She peered around my empty bedroom. “I’ll graciously give it to them right now.”
Sitting on the mattress, I grinned.
Her questions were delivered with perfect poise but beneath her snotty demands I sensed building excitement.
“The only pussy I currently have in my house is in this room.”
Her cheeks pinked as I added, “Do you think she’d be interested in playing with it?”
When she didn’t reply, I hooked my finger through the baby blue collar with tiny stars resting innocently on my bed. “Do you think this particular incredible cat would be interested in a game or two?”
She sucked in a breath. “Depends what sort of game.”
I twirled the collar on my finger.
Her eyes tracked its every whirl .
“I dunno. Depends if she wants to be the one in control or the one out of it.” I locked gazes with her, fisting the collar. “I’m still trying to suss out her particular tastes in that department.”
Vesper didn’t move. She barely even breathed. But it wasn’t from panic. Her nipples pinpricked her black blouse and her slack-clad thighs squeezed together.
“You see, it could go either way,” I murmured. Reaching once again into the bag, I pulled out a large black collar with no embellishment at all.
Without looking away, I reached behind my head and tore off my t-shirt, not caring it mussed up my hair. Tossing it to the floor, I ever so slowly wrapped the leather around my throat.
With suddenly shaky fingers, I buckled the collar and slid to my knees before her. “Last time we were together, this beautiful cat allowed me to throw her down and mount her. She loved when I thrust into her from behind. She begged for more.”
Vesper licked her lips, her eyes glossing with lust.
“She gave up complete control and I think it’s safe to say she liked it.” Sitting higher on my knees, I reached into the bag beside her and pulled out a matching black leash. Attaching the hook to the D ring by my Adams apple, I held the leash out to her. “However, I also have a sneaking suspicion she likes to rule, too. Evidenced by the military precision she runs her business with and the incessant—and if I’m honest—slightly annoying need not to rely on anyone but herself.”
Vesper’s fingers slowly lashed around the black leash, accepting my gift of utter submission.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is playing.
It was about pushing boundaries, exploring freedom, and not letting right or wrong ruin such a delicious thing.
Her eyelashes fluttered as she slowly took a step toward me, her gaze landing on the collar around my throat and my naked chest. “Is that what you want?”
“I want what you want. ”
My cock hardened as indecision switched to interest.
“And what if I want you to be in charge?”
“Then I’d be in charge.”
“And if I find you incredibly sexy on your knees?”
“Then I remain on my knees.”
She shuddered. “Oh my God, Ry…I don’t—what are you doing to me?”
I groaned, loving the cloak of goosebumps she made me wear. “Whenever you call me Ry, I get chills.” Rubbing my arm, I held it up. “See? That’s what you’re doing to me. I’m so fucking hard, Ves. The unknown is driving me mad. Either give me a command or I’ll give you one. But I need to touch you soon.”
The room filled with spine-tingling desire. My balls never felt so heavy. My cock so damn ready to spring from my jeans and take this woman.
As much as I begged to collar her and have her spread-eagled on the bed, I wanted tonight to be hers. I needed her to know that I didn’t take the fact she let me control her lightly. I loved that she trusted me enough to let go.
And I wanted her to continue letting go until she free-fell into my arms, my life, my love forever.
That’s twice you’ve used the L word in linked sentences.
It terrified me, but I didn’t focus on it.
Instead, I waited for my mistress to decide if she wanted me over her or beneath her.
Swallowing, her throat worked as she made up her mind. “I think you’ve been a bad boy.”
Ah, fuck.
My entire body twitched with erotic electricity as she tugged lightly on the leash. The collar around my throat tightened then relaxed.
“You’ve been a bad, bad boy buying all these things. Making me believe they were for your rescues when all along you knew what they’d be used for. On me.”
I waited .
I wouldn’t speak unless she asked. She was running this show. Not me. And fuck if that didn’t turn me on even more knowing I had the power to flip her over and take her but I wouldn’t until she either begged me, commanded me, or gave back the power to do whatever I damn well pleased.
Striding away, she tugged on the leash. “I think the first thing we need to work on is your obedience.” She tugged again. “Come on, bad Ry. Show me if I should forgive you.”
Unable to wipe the shit eating grin off my face, I crawled forward on all fours. There was something about her standing over me with a leash connected to my neck that turned me the fuck on.
“Heel,” she snapped.
Immediately, I pressed my body against her leg like any perfect dog.
“Lie down.”
I rolled over onto my back; one hand cupped my throbbing cock while the other locked around her ankle.
She gasped as I rubbed her delicate bone with my thumb.
Kicking me away gently, she slipped off her black flat shoes, and rested her bare foot on my naked chest. Our flesh instantly sparked where we touched.
“Do you think you’re trained enough to touch me?”
I couldn’t breathe from the supernova lust inside me. I struggled to nod. I thought I could keep up this act, but Christ it was harder than I thought. Harder to fight the instincts of my sex and not yank her onto the floor beside me.
Removing her foot, she commanded. “Sit up.”
I did.
“Come closer.”
I shifted to my knees and inched toward her. My mouth came in direct contact with her lower belly. I couldn’t help myself. I pressed a swift kiss there, wishing so fucking much I could kiss her lower.
She moaned but didn’t slip from character.
“Seeing as you’re behaving, let’s try something harder. ”
I waited.
And waited.
When I didn’t think I could wait anymore, she commanded, “Remove my trousers.”
Thank sweet baby Jesus.
My fingers trembled as I looked up, locked eyes, and slowly undid the button and zipper. Once the slacks flared around her hips, I sat taller and grabbed the sides.
Inch by inch, I slid them down creamy, long legs until they pooled on the floor and she stepped elegantly out of them. Shedding the grey cardigan, her nipples had taken over the plain black shirt with excellent decoration.
Standing there in ivory knickers and black top, she’d never looked more bloody beautiful.
My mouth watered.
I swallowed my groan.
And waited.
Vesper never looked away. Her hand landed on my head, tucking unruly hair behind my ear and making my entire body go slack with bliss.
I grunted as she tugged the same strands she’d just petted. “Are you having dirty thoughts about me? Are you perhaps wishing you weren’t so obedient?”
Fuck, yes.
“So quiet all of a sudden. I wonder…” She dropped to her knees, matching me and bringing her eyes once again below mine.
Everything shot into passion. I fought every muscle that wanted to grab and maul her.
“Let’s see if this will make you speak.” Her hand left my head, trailed down my throat, over the collar and down, down my belly. Reaching the waistband of my jeans, she undid them like I’d done hers and inserted her hand into my boxer-briefs.
I groaned loudly as she wrapped tiny, tight fingers around my cock. “I think this is misbehaving, don’t you?”
I didn’t know what she wanted. So I did nothing. I just relished in the squeeze and fondle of her hand, knowing I was seconds away from embarrassing myself if she continued to touch me.
Reaching further, she cupped my balls. It felt so goddamn good it was painful. “You’re being a very good boy now, Ry. I think you deserve a reward.”
Before I could stop her, she bent over and inserted my cock into her mouth.
I seized. “Je-sus.”
Her teeth weren’t sheathed as she took my length, her nose hitting my jeans zipper. This time, I couldn’t override instinct and my hands landed on her hair. I didn’t push her harder into my crotch but I did loop the long blonde strands through my fingers and went with her, up and down, swirl and around.
My thighs bellowed to recline. To pull her away and flip her over to find yet another part of her that was wet and warm. But she was still in charge. She hadn’t given me the right to take over. Not yet. So I gritted my teeth and rode through the best goddamn blow job I’d ever received.
When gritting my teeth threatened to crack said teeth and pre-quake ripples from balls to shaft warned I was moments from coming, I tugged gently on her hair. “If you want me to remain a good boy, I…suggest…you move…your—”
I couldn’t finish.
How the hell was I supposed to talk when this woman I’d fallen for had her lips around my dick?
And yes, I admitted it.
I’d fallen for her. I’d fallen so fast and so fucking hard, I was a broken bone heap at the bottom of whatever love cliff I’d been pushed off. Maybe that was why every touch, every lick, every swipe of her incredible tongue felt so much better than any before her.
Maybe it was the connection binding us together. Or perhaps it was the deeper knowledge that somehow, some way, I suspected she felt the same way I did .
Her teeth teased me as she sucked harder.
My head flopped backward. “Shit, Ves. I’m gonna—I’m gonna…”
Yes, I’m—
But then, she stopped.
The little wench pulled her mouth away and left me hanging. For a second, it could’ve gone either way. I could’ve come just from the cool air replacing her hot mouth and the residual memory of pleasure.
But then her voice interrupted my orgasm haze.
“If you’re naughty and come, you won’t be allowed inside me tonight.”
My eyes ripped open as I did my best to clamp down the goods and force away the epic explosion so damn close to detonating. My body jerked as one lone little spurt ruined me, seeping like milky sin from my crown.
Fuck.
She tutted even as her eyes glowed. “Well, that was naughty.” She waited for me to continue coming but I used every trick I had in my arsenal and stopped it. It couldn’t be healthy to be in the throes of release and then have to claw it back. One little clench was worse than none at all because my body was ready to jettison whatever load she’d conjured. And now it was blocked up, throbbing and so damn incessant I could barely breathe.
“Fuck, woman,” I grunted. “I’ll get you back for that.”
Her lips twitched. “You’ll try. You were able to stop mid-orgasm. I’m impressed. In that case, another reward is in order.” Her finger swiped out and scooped up the tiny droplet of cum she’d wrenched from me. Not breaking eye contact, she placed her finger into her mouth.
And fuck me if I didn’t almost blow right there and then.
“Goddammit, Vesper.”
She tugged on the leash. “No talking.” Standing, she pulled again. “Heel, there’s a good boy.” Although moving while in this state was excruciating and every motion begged me to finish what she’d started, I obeyed.
I crawled beside her, trembling with lust.
My cock remained standing to attention while my jeans lay open around my waist. But I didn’t move to pull them off. After all, she hadn’t told me to or given permission.
She obviously wanted me this way.
And shit if that didn’t make me even hotter.
Christ, I need to come.
Reaching the bed, Vesper unbuckled the leash from my collar and tossed the fabric over the back of my neck. Holding the two ends like reins, she slowly sat onto the mattress, spreading her legs shamelessly before me.
“Now, we’re going to see just how good you can be.”
Oh, sweet baby mother of God.
My eyes locked onto her ivory panty covered pussy. I basically panted like the dog I pretended to be, looking at her like a prized kill.
“Remove my knickers.” Her voice turned breathy and low.
My hands had given up trembling for full on shaking as I hooked my fingers around the sides and tugged. She balanced herself using the leash around my neck, arching her hips off the bed.
The moment I saw her naked, a feral groan echoed in my chest. “Goddammit, you’re gorgeous. The most gorgeous, wet, so fucking—”
Her hands jerked the leash. “No talking. Your mouth has much more important work to do.”
Fuuuuck.
This was the best idea I’d ever had in my goddamn life. If she wanted to control every sexy time we had from now on, I would not complain. I looked up, hoping to hell she was getting off on this as much as I was.
I didn’t have to worry.
Her cheeks were flush, her eyes wild, and the damp spot she’d already left on my bed proved that she liked bossing me around as much as she liked me shoving her to the ground and taking what I wanted.
My body demanded I dive into her, to spear my tongue inside her.
But I waited.
Because I was a good boy.
And she was my hot as sin mistress.
Stroking under my chin, she whispered, “Do you want to lick me?”
I swallowed hard.
I nodded.
“Do you want to give me pleasure like a good boy?”
I pursed my lips together to stop any profanity filled begging.
I nodded again.
“In that case, obedient Ry, get to work.” Her legs spread even more, a welcome invitation for me to slide forward on my knees and wedge myself against the bed. My cock touched the soft sheets. I pressed hard against it as I grabbed her hips and yanked her pussy to my mouth.
I wasn’t gentle.
She hadn’t told me to be gentle.
The instant her taste exploded on my tongue, I lost it.
Lost it, lost it, lost it.
I fucked her with my tongue.
I bit her clit.
I sucked her flesh.
I stole every wetness she gave me.
I turned wild.
And through it all, she held on with the reins around my neck, jerking me forward if I pulled away, manhandling me to eat her harder, faster, deeper.
“God, yes. Yes !” She writhed on the bed, her legs trembling around my head. “More.”
I growled around her clit. “More what?”
“More tongue!” She yelped as I fucked her as deep as I could with the part of me she demanded.
Her moans almost made me come again.
Jesus. Her taste. Her heat.
It was enough to enslave me for life.
The collar around my throat was apt.
I belonged to her.
Might as well get a bell and a name plaque that listed her as my owner because I never wanted to belong to anyone else .
As her heels jammed onto the mattress, arching her body into my mouth, I added fingers to my tongue and stretched her wide.
Her pussy clenched around my touch so hard, I almost blacked out with need.
“Ryder, hell yes.”
There was nothing calm and collected about this. It was noisy, wet, sexy as fuck, and almost demented at how frenzied we became.
I gave her everything I was.
I licked, fucked, fingered, and rubbed.
And when her inner muscles clenched around me and her whimpers turned to breathless screams, she let go of the leash, yelling, “I’m yours. You’re in charge. Do whatever you want.”
Her reward was ten times better than I imagined.
Ripping my mouth from her pussy, I stood up, grabbed the baby blue collar from the sheets and fisted her wrists. With trembling hands, I pinioned them together. Every dirty thing I’d wanted to say to her spilled out as I trembled and shook and prepared to take this woman so bloody deep and hard we’d both be bruised tomorrow.
“Goddammit, you’re a tease, Ves.” I secured her wrists tight. “See what you’ve done to me. You’ve ruined me. Goddamn ruined me for anyone else.”
Her eyes fell to my cock.
I didn’t have the patience to rip off her blouse or remove my jeans. Clothing was forgotten as I pushed down my boxer-briefs to mid-thigh and once again grabbed her hips. “You’re going to be ridden now, you naughty, filthy girl. Ridden so damn deep, you’ll taste me inside you for days.”
“Yes!”
Her body draped over the edge of the bed while I stood up. I could throw her higher up the mattress; I could flip her to take her doggy, but tonight I felt like something new.
Hoisting her hips into my arms, I angled her pussy until it touched the top of my cock. I held her there, my knees wedged against the side of the bed, my hips poised to thrust .
Her body was all sleek angles and shadows as her hands remained above her head.
“Are you ready to be fucked by this very obedient but entirely out of patience man?”
She nodded, biting her lip.
“Are you ready to come for me, scream for me, promise you’ll forever be mine?”
She threw her head back. “Yes! I promise.”
“In that case—” I thrust forward. My cock entered her in one swift erotic impale. One second cold air around me, the next hot, hot Vesper. Her inner muscles seized, fighting me and welcoming me at the same time. “—you can fucking have me.”