Chapter 32
I sat on my bed, staring blankly at the open textbook in front of me. The words blurred together, meaningless symbols that refused to penetrate the fog of anxiety and arousal clouding my mind. My lips still tingled from Cole's bruising kiss, and I could feel the ghost of his touch on my skin.
The memory of his fingers inside me, bringing me to the edge of ecstasy before cruelly withdrawing sent a fresh wave of heat through my body. I shifted uncomfortably, acutely aware of the dampness between my thighs.
"Fuck," I muttered, slamming the book shut. It was useless trying to study when my thoughts kept circling back to that moment in the office. The way Cole had dominated me, the raw hunger in his eyes, the intoxicating feeling of surrendering to his touch...
I shook my head violently, trying to dislodge the images. I couldn't afford to dwell on what-ifs.
I had made the right choice in refusing to beg, hadn't I? If I gave in, if I showed them how much I craved their touch, it would be game over. They would win, and I would lose the last shred of control I had over my own body and desires. But God , a traitorous part of my mind whispered, wouldn't it feel so good to just let go?
I groaned, flopping back onto the bed and covering my face with my hands. This was torture. And the worst part was, I knew it was only the beginning. Tonight, I would be at Ryder's mercy. The thought sent a confusing mix of dread and anticipation coursing through me. Ryder was unpredictable, dangerous in a way that both terrified and thrilled me.
Unable to bear the tension any longer, I pushed myself off the bed and headed for the bathroom. Maybe a long, hot shower would help clear my head and wash away the lingering arousal that clung to me like a second skin.
I stripped off my clothes, avoiding my reflection in the mirror. I didn't want to see the flush on my cheeks, or the way my nipples had hardened at the mere thought of what was to come. The water was scalding as I stepped under the spray, but I welcomed the sting. I tilted my face up, letting the stream pound against my skin, hoping it would scour away the conflicting emotions roiling inside me.
I lost track of time as I stood there, steam billowing around me, my skin turning pink from the heat. But no matter how long I stayed under the punishing spray, I couldn't shake the low thrum of arousal that had taken up residence in my core.
Finally admitting defeat, I turned off the water and reached for a towel. As I pushed aside the shower curtain, I froze. Ryder was leaning against the bathroom counter, his eyes roaming hungrily over my wet, naked body.
He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of low-slung sweatpants that did little to hide his obvious arousal. For a moment, I was too stunned to move, mesmerised by the play of muscles beneath his tanned skin, and the predatory gleam in his blue eyes.
Reality crashed back in an instant later, and I lunged for the towel rack. But Ryder was faster. He snatched the towel away before I could grab it, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"Uh-uh, Poison," he purred. "I want you just like this. All wet and naked and vulnerable."
I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to preserve some semblance of modesty as I backed away from him.
"What the fuck, Ryder? Get out!"
He advanced on me, matching me step for step until my back hit the cool tile wall. Ryder planted his hands on either side of my head, caging me in with his body. He leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear.
"But I'm exactly where I want to be," he murmured. "And you're already so ready for me. I can practically smell how wet you are, Poison."
Heat flooded my cheeks, equal parts embarrassment and arousal. "Fuck off, Ryder," I spat, but my voice lacked conviction.
Ryder laughed, a dark, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Oh, I intend to fuck something tonight, sweetheart. And you're going to love every second of it."
I summoned what was left of my defiance, glaring up at him. "You can't," I said. "Logan made the rules. I have to ask for it, remember?"
The smug grin that spread across Ryder's face made my stomach drop.
"That's just for the main event, Poison," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "There are so many other things I can do to you without breaking that particular rule." He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "And by the time I'm done playing, you'll be begging me to fuck you."
Before I could process his words, let alone formulate a response, Ryder moved with lightning speed. He bent down and hoisted me over his shoulder in a fireman's carry, one arm wrapped securely around my thighs.
I let out an undignified shriek as the world tilted, my wet hair hanging down and obscuring my vision.
"Ryder!" I yelled, pounding my fists against his back. "Put me down! I'm naked, you asshole!"
My protests were cut short by a sharp sting as Ryder's hand connected with my exposed ass. The unexpected spank sent a jolt of heat straight to my core, and I gasped in shock.
"Did you just... spank me?" I sputtered, equal parts outraged and aroused. Ryder's only response was another dark chuckle as he carried me out of the bathroom and through my bedroom. My heart raced as I realised he was heading for the door.
"Ryder, no! You can't take me out there like this!" But my pleas fell on deaf ears. Ryder strode into the hallway, my naked body on display for anyone who might be around. As he turned towards his room, I caught a glimpse of Logan and Cole standing at the other end of the hall. Their expressions were a mix of surprise and hunger as they watched Ryder carry me away. I felt my face flame with humiliation, but beneath that, a traitorous spark of excitement ignited in my belly.
Ryder kicked open the door to his room and strode inside. Without ceremony, he tossed me onto the massive bed that dominated the space. I scrambled to cover myself, but Ryder was already moving. He grabbed my ankle, and before I could react, I felt something cool and leather feeling encircling it. My eyes widened as I realised he had attached a cuff to my ankle, the other end secured to the bedpost.
"What the fuck?" I yelled, trying to pull my leg free. Ryder easily batted my hands away, his strength far outmatching mine. He seized my other ankle, yanking me halfway across the bed. I yelped at the sudden movement, my heart pounding as he secured my other leg.
"Ryder, stop!" I pleaded, but he ignored me. His hands closed around my wrists, and I felt the bite of leather as he cuffed them to the headboard. I tugged frantically at the restraints, but they held firm. Panic and arousal warred within me as I realised how completely helpless I was.
Ryder stood back, admiring his handiwork with a self-satisfied smirk. His eyes raked over my body, drinking in every inch of exposed skin. I should have felt violated, humiliated by his blatant objectification. But as his gaze travelled over me, leaving trails of heat in its wake, I felt a perverse thrill of excitement.
"You're beautiful like this, Poison," Ryder murmured, his voice husky with desire. He reached out, running his hand along my body. I shivered as his fingers traced the curve of my breast, circling my nipple before continuing their journey downward. When he reached the apex of my thighs, I couldn't suppress a whimper. Ryder's smirk widened as he cupped my pussy, his middle finger sliding easily through my folds.
"So wet already," he purred. "You act like you don't want this, but your body tells a different story."
I bit my lip, fighting back a moan as Ryder's finger circled my clit. "Please," I whispered, not sure if I was begging him to stop or continue.
"Oh, I'm going to enjoy this," Ryder said, withdrawing his hand. I watched, equal parts relieved and disappointed, as he moved away from the bed.
It was only then that I noticed the bank of monitors along one wall of the room. Ryder busied himself with what looked like a camera setup, and a cold weight settled in my stomach.
"What's that for?" I demanded, hating how shaky my voice sounded. Ryder glanced over his shoulder, his grin predatory.
"Just a little something for my private collection, Poison. Don't worry, you'll be the star." Before I could protest, Ryder turned his attention to a computer, his fingers flying over the keyboard. Suddenly, an image appeared on the ceiling above me. My breath caught in my throat as I recognized my old dorm room. And there, sitting on the floor, was me... with Damien.
"What the fuck?" I gasped, yanking at my restraints. "How did you... This is a violation of my privacy!" Ryder ignored my outburst, his eyes fixed on the ceiling as the scene unfolded. I watched in horror and fascination as my past self leaned in to kiss Damien. The memory of that night came flooding back, the nervousness, the excitement, the fumbling exploration of each other's bodies, and of course the feeling of how much of a big mistake it was.
"You have no right to this," I said, my voice trembling with anger and something dangerously close to arousal.
Ryder turned back to me, his eyes dark with lust. He stripped off his sweatpants in one fluid motion, and I couldn't help but stare. His cock was impressive, long and thick and already hard. I swallowed hard, a mix of fear and anticipation coiling in my belly. The bed dipped as Ryder stretched out beside me. His hand returned to my body, stroking and caressing as he leaned in close to whisper in my ear.
"I've watched this video so many times, Poison," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. "I was so jealous, imagining some other guy touching you like this. And then I realised it was Damien..." His voice hardened, his hand tightening on my breast. "I want to erase him from your memory. I want to be the only one you think about when you touch yourself." As he spoke, his hand travelled lower, cupping my pussy once more. I gasped as he slipped a finger inside me, my hips rising to meet his touch despite my best efforts to resist.
"Tell me, Poison," Ryder purred, adding a second finger and curling them in a way that made me see stars. "How did it feel to have Damien inside you? Were you this wet for him? Did you come on his cock like a good little slut?"
I shook my head, biting my lip to keep from moaning. On the ceiling, the video played on, showing me riding Damien on the bed. The sight of it, combined with Ryder's skilled fingers working me into a frenzy, was almost too much to bear.
"Why won't you come for me like that?" Ryder growled, his voice taking on a dangerous edge. "I should punish you for holding back. Would you like that, Poison? Do you need me to hurt you before you'll give in?"
Before I could answer, Ryder withdrew his fingers. I whimpered at the loss, hating myself for wanting more. Ryder shifted, positioning himself between my spread legs, unbuckling the cuffs on my legs. He lowered his head, and I realised with a jolt of anticipation what he was about to do. Just as his breath ghosted over my sensitive flesh, Ryder reached for a remote. With a press of a button, the image on the ceiling changed.
I gasped as I saw myself, spread out on Ryder's bed, my chest heaving with each ragged breath. It was a live feed, showing every detail of my current predicament in high definition.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Ryder murmured, his eyes locked on mine. "And you know what the best part is? I'm streaming this to Logan and Cole's rooms right now. I bet they're both jerking off to the sight of you like this."
A fresh wave of humiliation washed over me, but it was tinged with a perverse excitement. The thought of Logan and Cole watching, touching themselves as they imagined what Ryder was about to do to me... it sent a bolt of heat straight to my core.
"And with one more button," Ryder continued, waving the remote teasingly, "I could broadcast this to every screen in the house. Would you like that, Poison? To have everyone see how desperate you are for my touch?" I shook my head frantically, unable to form words. Ryder's grin was positively feral as he settled between my thighs.
"Here's the deal, darling," he said, his breath teasing my sensitive flesh. "I'm going to eat this pretty pussy of yours, that's going to happen. But if you try to stop me, if you so much as attempt to close your legs, I'll let the whole house watch. Understand?" I nodded mutely, my heart pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it. Ryder's eyes never left mine as he lowered his head.
"Enjoy the show, Poison," he murmured, and then his mouth was on me.
The first swipe of his tongue nearly undid me. I arched off the bed, a strangled moan escaping my lips as Ryder set about devouring me with single-minded focus. He alternated between broad, flat strokes of his tongue and pointed flicks against my clit that sent shock waves of pleasure through my body. I was acutely aware of the camera above us, capturing every moment of my surrender. Knowing that Logan and Cole were watching, possibly touching themselves to the sight of me writhing under Ryder's skilled mouth, only heightened my arousal. It was wrong, so wrong, but I couldn't deny the thrill it gave me. Ryder's hands gripped my thighs, holding me open as he worked me into a frenzy. I tugged at the wrist restraints, desperate to tangle my fingers in his hair, to pull him closer or push him away, I wasn't sure which. But the cuffs held firm, leaving me helpless to do anything but take what Ryder chose to give me.
"Oh God," I gasped as Ryder sucked my clit between his lips. "Ryder, please..." He hummed against me, the vibration sending a fresh jolt of pleasure through my body. I was close, so close, teetering on the edge of what promised to be an earth-shattering orgasm. But just as I was about to tip over, Ryder pulled away. I whined at the loss, my hips bucking uselessly in search of friction. Ryder chuckled, the sound dark and full of promise.
"Not yet, Poison," he said, his voice rough with desire. "I'm not done playing with you." I watched through hooded eyes as Ryder reached for something on the bedside table. When he held it up, I felt a mixture of fear and excitement course through me. It was a vibrator, sleek and black and undoubtedly powerful. It was my vibrator.
"Remember this?" Ryder asked, a wicked glint in his eye. "I certainly do. I've lost count of how many times I've watched you fuck yourself with this toy, imagining it was me inside you." As he spoke, the image on the ceiling changed once more. I gasped as I saw myself in my room at Covenant House, sprawled on the bed with the very same vibrator buried inside me. The sight was both mortifying and intensely arousing.
"You put cameras in my room?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Ryder's grin was unrepentant.
"Of course I did, Poison. Did you really think I'd let you out of my sight for a second?" Before I could respond, Ryder switched on the vibrator. The low hum filled the air, and I tensed in anticipation. He trailed the toy along my inner thigh, watching my reaction closely.
"Tell me, Poison," he murmured, bringing the vibrator tantalisingly close to where I needed it most. "Do you think about us when you touch yourself? Do you imagine it's my cock inside you instead of this toy?" I bit my lip, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of an answer. But my body betrayed me, my hips rising to meet the vibrator as Ryder teased it along my slit.
"I'll take that as a yes," Ryder chuckled. Without warning, he pressed the vibrator against my clit, and I cried out at the sudden intense sensation.
"Oh fuck," I gasped, my back arching off the bed. It was too much, too soon after being so close to the edge. But Ryder didn't let up, keeping the vibrator pressed firmly against me as he watched my reactions with hungry eyes.
"That's it, Poison," he encouraged, his free hand stroking my thigh. "Let go. Show Logan and Cole how pretty you look when you come."
The reminder that we had an audience pushed me even closer to the brink. I could almost feel their eyes on me, drinking in every twitch and moan as Ryder played my body like an instrument. It was humiliating and exhilarating all at once, and I found myself hurtling towards an orgasm with unstoppable force.
"Ryder," I whimpered, pulling at my restraints. "I can't... I'm gonna..."
"Come for me," Ryder commanded, his voice rough with desire. "Now, Poison." As if my body was conditioned to obey him, I shattered. The orgasm crashed over me in waves, each one more intense than the last. I screamed, my body convulsing as Ryder continued to work the vibrator against me, drawing out my pleasure until it bordered on pain. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, Ryder switched off the vibrator and tossed it aside.
But before I could catch my breath, he was on me, his mouth capturing mine in a bruising kiss. I tasted myself on his tongue, and the realisation sent a fresh wave of heat through my body. Ryder's cock pressed against my entrance, hot and hard and insistent. He broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to meet my gaze.
"Tell me you want it," he growled, his hips rocking against me teasingly. "Beg me to fuck you, Poison. Just say the word and I will take you to heaven and then drag you to hell."
I was still riding the high of my orgasm, my body hypersensitive and craving more. But a small part of my mind, the part that still clung to some semblance of control, held me back.
"I... I can't," I whispered, even as my hips betrayed me by seeking more contact. Ryder's eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and arousal.
"You will," he promised, his voice low and dangerous. "By the time this night is over, you'll be begging me for it. And I'll make sure the whole fucking house hears you scream my name."
With that, he pulled away, leaving me aching and empty. I watched through hooded eyes as he reached for something else on the bedside table. When I saw what it was, my eyes widened in a mixture of fear and anticipation.
"Now," Ryder said, holding up a set of nipple clamps connected by a delicate chain. "Let's see how much you can take before you break." As Ryder advanced on me, the chain glinting in the low light, I realised that the night was far from over. And despite my best efforts to resist, a part of me was eager to discover just how far he could push me before I shattered completely.