21. Ryker
Ryker
I could tell that Mila was unsure of what was going on.
Dinner had been uncomfortable for both of us, and my father had acted in a lecherous way toward her that had made me want to beat him down.
Though, of course, I couldn’t do that. Once we got back to my apartment, I could feel my pent-up energy and knew I needed a release.
I needed a high that I hadn’t had in a long time, and I needed it from Mila.
I wasn’t sure how she’d react. I wasn’t sure if she’d go running for the hills, but I needed to see.
I looked over at her and smiled as if I didn’t have a care in the world.
“I want to tell you about the sexiest moment I’ve ever had in my life,” I started.
“I don’t want to hear about it.” She looked away from me. She was still pissed from what had happened at dinner, and I didn’t blame her.
“I want to tell you about it, though,” I said as I stood up and walked toward the wall.
“What are you doing?” She frowned.
“The night I’m going to tell you about starts with the lights being turned off,” I said as I hit the switch.
“Why are you turning the lights off?” she squeaked as I walked toward the coffee table.
“Setting the mood for my story,” I said, and pulled a lighter out of my pocket and lit three candles that were on the coffee table. I looked over to Mila, still sitting on my couch, and she shifted, her gaze looking slightly scared.
“There were three candles burning that night,” I said as I headed back toward her.
“All three of them smelled like honeysuckle.” I took a deep breath and smiled as Mila did the same, smelling the sweet scent of honeysuckle in the air.
“The air that night was rife with sexual tension. It was so palpable that I swear someone could have cut through it with a knife.”
“Okay,” she said and nodded. “I don’t know how air can be rife with sexual tension,” she said with a slight edge to her voice.
“Really?” I said, raising an eyebrow at her.
I sat next to her on the couch, so close that our thighs were rubbing against each other.
I placed my hand on her shoulders and ran my fingers down the slight curve of her back.
Mila shifted again, trying to stop my touch, but she didn’t get off the couch.
“I remember I touched her, my fingers fleeting on her body, not even touching her skin. That didn’t matter though, because she still wanted me. ”
“You sure think a lot of yourself,” she said, her voice soft as she stood still.
“I remember that I touched her leg.” My hand moved from her back to her thigh, and my fingers moved gently up and down, enjoying the slight tremble of her muscles as she sat, waiting to see what was going to happen next.
“I remember that her legs parted slightly,” I said, gazing into her eyes and smiling as her legs parted involuntarily.
“She wanted me to touch her. She wanted me to feel how wet she was for me already.”
“She sounds like a slut.” Her throat bobbed, her eyes not leaving mine. My fingers ran higher up her thigh, close to her apex, the place I knew was burning in need for me.
“She wanted me to touch her.” I ignored her comment, knowing she was trying to defuse the situation. “And I very badly wanted to touch her.”
“So why didn’t you?” she asked. Her gaze was fixed on my fingers, and she sighed, her breath a soft moan. I felt myself growing harder as I sat there, teasing her with my words.
“I needed to make sure that she knew that the moment was special,” I said, and removed my hand from her legs.
“I see,” she said stiffly as she sat back and looked away.
“That night was special because I played her a song. A song that had special meaning to me.”
“What song?” she asked.
“‘Let Her Go’ by Passenger,” I whispered. I pressed play on my phone, and the song started playing through the Bluetooth speaker in the room.
“You didn’t have to play it,” she said, and I grabbed her hand.
“I had to play it,” I said simply. “Then I took her hand and held it. I caressed her fingers and then sucked on them gently, one by one.” I took her pinky finger and put it in my mouth and sucked.
She sucked in a breath as she stared at me, but she didn’t pull away.
I released her pinky finger from my mouth and pulled her up off the couch with me.
"What are you doing, Ryker?"
“I’m going to tell you what happened next,’ I said and unbuttoned my shirt slowly before pulling it off and throwing it on the floor. “Put your hands up,” I said to her and took a step forward.
“Why?” she asked, her eyes widening.
“Because the next part of the story has to be shown to be believed.”
“Ryker, I don't know what you’re saying.”
“Yes, you do,” I said as I nodded. “You know exactly what I’m saying.”
She shook her head. “I don’t.”
“Go to my closet drawer, get the handcuffs, and then come back.”
“What handcuffs?” she said and blushed. As if she could have forgotten!
“The handcuffs we’re going to use tonight.”
“Where?” She looked shocked. “Here?”
“No.” I laughed. “That would be way too easy, Mila. You should know by now that I’m anything but easy.”
“Then where?” she asked.
“Go and get the handcuffs and then come back to me.”
“You think you’re hot stuff, don’t you?” She glared at me. “You think you can just boss me—” I stopped her talking with a forceful kiss.
“Put your hands up,” I commanded as I pulled away from her. She put her hands up obediently, and I smiled as I pulled her top off. “You can keep your bra on for now.”
“Why, thank you.” She rolled her eyes at me.
“Go and get the handcuffs,” I told her again. “And then come back to me.”
“What are you going to do?” she asked in wonderment.
“I’m going to do all of the things that your brother, your father, and your grandfather have worried about.”
“What things?” She gazed at me with her mouth half open.
“I’m going to take you to new heights.” I smiled at my apt choice of words. “I’m going to possess your body and soul, and I’m going to make you come so hard that you’ll wonder how you can ever survive without me inside of you.”
“Ryker.” She blushed.
“You’ll be screaming my name a lot louder than that.” I smirked at her. “You'll be screaming my name into the wind as the city sleeps, and you’ll wonder if you’ll survive the passion of the night.”
“Ryker, I thought this story was meant to be about your sexiest night.”
“Oh, it is.” I grinned at her. “And it’s about to start right now.
” I licked my lips slowly, and I growled as she reached over and touched me.
“Tonight, I’m going to make you believe that your body was made for me and me alone.
Tonight, my dear Mila, I’m going to show you just how dark and dirty I can be.
” I spoke lightly and stared at her, wondering if she knew just how true my words really were.
Tonight, Mila would see just how this man of the night rolled.
Tonight, Mila would see that being with me was not just about fun and games.
Tonight, Mila would soar, and I would be there with her.
I just hoped that what was about to happen wouldn’t scare her too much.
“Go to your room, take off your panties and your bra. Put on a skirt and a top, grab the handcuffs, and then come back out to me,” I said and waited for her to do as I said.
“Where are we going?” Mila’s voice was breathless as I parked my car.
“To my office.”
“You brought me to your office at night to have sex?” She questioned me as we got out.
“Kinda, sorta,” I said and smiled as I reached my hand down the back of her skirt and pulled it up to slap her naked ass.
“Ow, what are you doing?” She gasped as I slipped a finger between her legs.
“Making sure you don’t have any panties on.”
“You know I don’t have any on. You’re the one who took them off.”
“Oh, yeah.” I laughed and pulled the back of her skirt down. “Come, let’s go inside.”
“To your office?” she asked again.
“Not exactly.” I shook my head, my heart racing a thousand beats a minute as we walked into the office building and toward the elevators. “Do you have the handcuffs on you?”
“Yes, Ryker.” She nodded and held them up to me. “They’re here. Are you going to tell me more about this sexiest night, or am I just supposed to wait and see?”
“I think experiencing it is better than hearing, don’t you?” I pressed the button for the top floor.
“I wish I knew.” She shrugged, but I could tell that she was excited. “Where are we going?” she asked as we got off at the top floor. I took her hand and led her to the side door that would bring us to the stairs. “Sex in the stairwell at work?” she asked curiously, her eyes wide.
“No.” I shook my head and motioned to the stairs. “Come with me.” I almost ran up the last few steps as we made our way to the door. I opened it and took her outside to the roof.
“Sex on the roof?” she asked, her eyes looking at me shrewdly. “Wow.”
“Not just on the roof,” I said, adrenaline racing through my body as I led her to the edge. “Sex on the edge of the roof.”
“Are you joking?” She shook her head and took a step back. “I’ll fall.” She looked over the ledge and shuddered. “Hell, no.”
“Remember how the contract said you had to trust me?” I said softly. “Even when you thought your life was at risk?”
“You put that in your contract so you could fuck me on a roof?” Her voice rose as she looked at me incredulously. “Are you out of your mind?”
“I’m not out of my mind.” I took a step toward her. “And I promise you that you won’t fall.”
“How can you guarantee that?”
“You have the handcuffs, right?” I grinned at her. “I’ll cuff you to this railing.” I pointed to the pole next to the ledge. “You won’t fall.”
“Ryker.” Her breath caught as she gazed at me. “I can’t do this.”