Chapter 30
SLOANE
The moment he got up and walked away, my body missed his heat. I propped up on my elbows, watching him. The strength of his legs, his perfect ass, his broad shoulders that stretched across his back. I sighed and fell back on his bed.
Ryker walked into the adjoining bathroom, and I heard a drawer open. I wondered if he was getting a condom, but guys typically kept them in their nightstand.
He reappeared with a piece of black satin fabric in his hand, wearing a sinister grin.
“Come here.” His deep voice did something to my insides, and I got up.
I approached him, then he gently turned me away, my back to his chest. The black satin was a blindfold, and I bit my lower lip as he slipped it over my eyes, removing my vision.
His mouth grazed the shell of my ear. “Can you see?”
“No.” My response came out breathy.
Ryker left me standing there while he moved around the room. I couldn’t pinpoint the sounds very well, but I could tell when he was close.
From the sound of his shoes against the wood floor, he circled me a few times. I tried to wait patiently, but the anticipation of his next move sent my adrenaline into overdrive.
“Keep your hands at your side. Don’t disobey me, Sloane.”
His words landed hard, and my knees nearly buckled in submission. I kept my hands glued to my sides, then a whisper of a sound reached my ears. My shirt slipped open, and before I had time to realize what he’d done, my bra split open in the middle, sliding across my breasts.
“Did you … did you just cut open my shirt?”
“Don’t worry, little fox. I’ll buy you some new clothes.”
I would have barked out a laugh, but I had no idea how close his knife was to my skin. It was clearly sharp enough to cut … Oh. My fucking god. Did he use the same knife on me he used to kill someone with? A monster?
Heat pooled low in my belly with the thought of him taking a life. This shouldn’t turn me on, but knowing he protected women and children was so fucking hot.
His fingers brushed over my shoulders as he slipped my shirt and bra off followed by the soft sound of my clothes landing on the floor.
The button on my jeans popped open, then the zipper slid down. With a tug, they slipped over my hips and pooled at my ankles. Ryker placed my hand on his shoulder to steady me.
“Step out.”
I did.
“Don’t move.”
The next thing I knew, my thong was on the floor. I stood in front of him completely naked. Even at the Ritual I was never this exposed.
He took my hand and led me to what I assumed was the bed. My suspicion was correct as the mattress shifted under me. Ryker guided me to his lap, but not sitting on him. He bent me over him. The fabric of his jeans scraped my hard nipples, and my mind raced with what he had in mind for me.
“Is your cunt soaking wet for me, little fox?”
Before I could answer, he spread my legs apart. His fingers grazed my pussy, enough to make me jolt.
“That’s what I thought. You’re so wet.” He slid a finger inside me, slowly.
A moan escaped me as I pushed against his hand, needing more.
Without warning, he pulled out and his palm landed on my ass. Hard.
“Ow!” I cried, reaching back to cover my butt cheek.
He chuckled, then fabric slipped around my wrists. He pulled it tight, ensuring I couldn’t move my arms, and they stayed pinned behind my back.
“You’ll learn soon enough, Sloane. Your body belongs to me. It has since I fucked you at the Ritual. It just took you a little longer to figure it out.”
I stayed silent, waiting.
“Tell me. Our first game when you said you weren’t done yet …” he paused. “Did you play again and fuck someone else?”
Shit. Was he punishing me for that?
I knew I was in trouble before my answer even landed. “Yes.”
Smack.
He spanked me so hard, I slid on his lap, my breasts burning with the friction of his jeans.
“And the second game?”
“No,” I whimpered. “Only you.”
“Good girl.” His fingers spread me a part and slipped inside me again. Ryker’s thumb swirled around my swollen clit, erasing the pain of being spanked.
“Did you go to other games when I wasn’t there?” He pinched my clit, quick and hard.
I braced myself for his wrath. All he had to do was make a call to Mitchell, and he’d know how many times I’d gone to the Ritual.
“Yes.”
Smack. Smack.
Tears filled my eyes, and I bit my lip hard not to cry out.
“Did you fight them like you did me?”
I shook my head. “No, you were the most intense sex I’d ever had.”
He rewarded me with two fingers fucking my cunt until I squirmed with pleasure on his lap.
“Did you like it? The fight? The rough sex?”
“Yes,” I panted.
He parted my ass cheeks and ran his slick fingers up to my asshole. The sound of him moving made me stay still, then a cold slippery liquid coated me.
“I like that fight. It makes my cock so hard to think about pinning you down, your nails scratching my back, as I fuck your tight pussy.” A finger pushed into my ass while another entered my cunt.
“Oh, god.” I moaned. Right then, I made up my mind to lie if I had to, but no more spanking, only pleasure.
“Have you been fucked in the ass before?”
I hesitated a second too long, searching for the lie.
His hand landed on my ass cheek three times, quick and strong.
Tears slid down my cheeks with the sting.
“Ryker,” I cried.
“You were going to lie, little fox. That’s not allowed.”
I sniffled, my tender skin still burning.
Smack.
“Are you going to lie anymore?”
“N-no.”
His fingers returned to my pussy and ass, and the remnants of the sting faded quickly as he fucked me. He shifted slightly, his cock pressing into my shoulder. I licked my lips, eager to have his big cock in my mouth.
“That’s it, Sloane. Take my fingers because soon, I’ll claim more than your cunt.”
Unable to form words, I moaned my response. I pushed against him, mentally begging him to fuck me harder. Waves of pleasure pulsed through me. I was so close to coming all over his hand.
He must have sensed it because he stopped. I gasped.
Suddenly he slid me off his lap onto my knees. My arms tingled still tied behind my back.
The sound of his zipper filled the room. He pried my mouth open with his other hand, and forcefully shoved his cock between my lips.
My tongue ran along the underside of his shaft.
“You look so pretty with your hands bound, a blindfold, and my dick in your mouth.” His hand threaded through my hair and grabbed it hard enough to jerk my head back. I was completely at his mercy. He had full control over my body. My pussy throbbed, begging for more.
“That’s it, little fox.” He shoved his dick to the back of my throat, cutting off my air. I tried to pull back, but he held my head in place as I choked around his length.
He lifted the blindfold and smiled down at me. “I want to see the tears in your eyes when you look up at me,” he said. “Begging me to let you breathe.” He stroked my hair, then eased up enough to let me drag in air.
His jaw locked tight, eyes bright and feverish. He was holding on. Barely. And I’d done that to him.
He slipped the blindfold back into place and continued to fuck my mouth until my jaw ached and saliva pooled at the corners.
“Jesus,” he whispered. He pulled out and the bed creaked.
I worked my jaw, secretly enjoying how it ached. Ached for him.
He wrapped his arms around me and picked me up, placing me on the bed. My cheek pressed against the soft fabric of his bedspread, my ass in the air.
A growl escaped him as he spread my legs. “Mine.” He pulled me closer to the edge, then buried his face into my sensitive flesh, his tongue running up and down my slit. His fingers were all over my pussy and ass as he licked, sucked, and fucked me again.
“Ryker.”
He sucked on my clit, biting it as he continued.
“Ryker,” I panted again. “Holy shit.”
The sensations of his hot mouth on me and a finger in each hole was too much. My legs trembled, and I rocked against him, chasing my orgasm. “Don’t stop.”
That was the wrong thing to say because that’s exactly what he did.
I whined as the click of the door was followed by silence. Collapsing on the mattress, I swore under my breath at him. All I could do was wait until he returned, and I had no idea how long that might be.