Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Raven
Me in my element with Ryan cuffed to my bed?
The hottest vision I’d ever laid eyes on.
Moisture coated my thighs as I ran my glove up and down his stomach.
Once he realized it was me in the shroud, he’d gone silent and completely still except for his heaving chest. My gaze was drawn to his hardening cock.
Hope flared in me, and I implored him to not shut me down.
If he did, though, I would accept it because I didn’t want whatever this was to end.
“You remember the safe word, my prince?”
Ryan’s eyes snapped back into focus on my faceless hood. He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing with the movement.
“If at any time you wish to stop, use the word, and I’ll stop immediately.”
I moved forward and cupped his face with my leather clad hand. His jaw clenched, and I sweetened my words. “No questions. If you don’t want this, it's all right. I’m not going anywhere.”
He closed his eyes, but when he opened them, they were clear. “You’re not going to tell me what’s going to happen, are you?” he asked.
“No, darling. Not even a bit,” I cooed. “I’m sure you can hazard a guess, but the surprise is the best part of this.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? Surely, that would have been something to discuss before restraining me to your bed?” It was more of a question than a statement.
I stood up to my full height, which neared six feet with my heels, and squeezed my fists at my sides to keep myself from punishing him for that. He was going to be a brat. “Questions later. Are you going to use the safe word? Make your decision now,” I said through gritted teeth.
He didn’t hesitate. “No.”
I tilted my head, not unlike the way Ryan always did. “No, what? I need words, love.”
His lips parted slightly at the endearment. I knew exactly what he was thinking, and I was thinking it, too, but I shoved that into a box to sort out later.
“No, I’m not using the safe word,” he finally said.
Smiling beneath the hood, I reached my glove out to touch him again, running my fingers dangerously close to his hard cock.
Ryan drew in a sharp breath that sent shivers all over my body.
“Good. Now, usually your questions would have earned you a punishment, but I’m feeling generous so you get a pass.
” I snapped my head to look at his face.
“But moving forward, you’re to behave, understood? ”
“Yes.”
My hand shot out and fisted his hair, pulling slightly. “Yes, what?”
A groan escaped him at the sudden bite of pain, and satisfaction flooded me. My guy was a bit of a masochist after all. “Yes, ma’am.”
“That’s what I thought.”
I untangled my fingers from his soft strands and stepped back from the bed so he had to crane his neck to see me.
Slowly removing my hood, I fixed my eyes on Ryan, taking in my feast like a hungry tiger.
He was glorious. His pale skin gleamed in the dim light from the window and I noticed a sheen of sweat on his chest despite the mild temperature in the room.
Sliding the gloves from my hands, I slowly unfastened the robe, letting it fall from my body to rest on the floor.
“Fuck me.” Ryan groaned as his eyes roved over me.
My face was painted with heavy cat eyes, and much more makeup than I ever wore. A studded collar adorned my throat while leather straps with gleaming silver buckles crisscrossed my chest and back over a red bra covered in thin black lace.
I watched his gaze drop lower to the lace garter belt and matching thong before finally settling on the fishnet stockings and onyx pumps.
He looked stunned, as if I was a goddess.
None of the others had ever looked at me like that, and I reveled in his stare.
I twirled for him and moved my body seductively, his moans telling me he was feeling exactly what I wanted him to feel.
After I sauntered back to the bed, I hoisted myself over him, settling my pussy on his stomach.
I worked my hips as I flicked the clasp of my bra open and shrugged out of it, pulling it free from the chest straps and dropping it on the floor.
Caressing my breasts, I put on a seductive show for him.
Ryan watched longingly as I pushed them together and squeezed.
My nipples were hard as rocks under my fingertips and my head fell back at the relief of my touch.
“Raven, please,” Ryan choked.
My head snapped up. “Did I say you could speak?”
“N-no,” he sputtered.
I brought my face within an inch of his and sweetened my voice.
“Tsk tsk. You’ll speak only when spoken to my pet,” Digging my nails into his shoulder drew a whimper that made my core pulse.
“I told you what you’ll refer to me as tonight, like you always say to me.
I get to have multiple names as well, darling. Understood?”
He nodded, and I relented, but not before dragging my nails over his collarbone.
“Ah, fuck,” he said through gritted teeth. Bright red marks marred his perfect skin and I smirked.
“You’re going to have difficulty listening to directions, aren’t you, baby?” I reached around behind me and grabbed his hard length. “But you like the pain so you’re going to keep speaking even when I say not to.”
“Yes,” he groaned.
Turning myself around to sit on him in reverse, I shoved my ass into his face as I spit on his cock and jerked him fiercely. As I pumped, he was a blundering mess of moans behind me, and when the muscles in his thighs tensed under my free hand, I stopped.
“Baby, uh, Mistress, please. Please don’t stop.”
I sat up with my ass still pressed into him, and my clothed pussy grinding into his chest. “I changed my mind. You can speak so long as you’re begging. Fuck, I love hearing you beg.”
Grinding my clit into him a few more times, I crawled over the side of the bed, edging myself just like I was edging him. I ran my fingers from his chest to his toes, and his head fell back on the pillow. Fuck he was so hot like this. Jumbled and disheveled, begging for me to let him come.
I crossed my arms underneath my breasts and watched him writhe as his eyes squeezed shut.
He was much more into this than other men I’d played with, and it turned me on so much I almost threw the whole idea out the window and rode him right then.
I had to be patient, though. I wanted this ever since the beginning and now he was finally mine to bend.
After his breathing slowed, I moved back to the bed and brushed his hair from his face.
He looked at me like I was the only woman in the world with his heavy-lidded eyes, and something curled deep in my chest. “You’re such a good boy for me,” I said, caressing his cheek.
“And good boys get rewarded just like good girls.”
I climbed over his legs and went to work on his cock with my mouth.
He was hard and smooth as I licked every inch of him.
I could suck him for hours and never get tired of it.
When I took him all the way into the back of my throat, a growl tore from his chest, and I cupped his balls.
When he tensed I smiled around him before pulling my head back.
“Not yet, my prince.”
He cried out at my retreat, the beautiful sound bounding out into the room. “Please, baby, please,” he gasped.
“Uh, uh,” I tsked.
Crawling up his body like a cat, I looked into his eyes and decided I wanted a little more pain.
I dropped my mouth to his taut nipple and circled my tongue.
He moaned, and I reached up to tease the other with my fingers.
Just as he was enjoying the sensations, I pinched with my hand while bringing my teeth down, biting and pinching his sensitive nipples at the same time.
He bellowed at the lance of pain. “Goddammit!”
I soothed the hurt with my tongue over both peaks, giving a few extra licks to bring him back to pleasure. When I looked up, tears seeped over the sides of his face into his hair. I took his face in my hands.
“Are you all right, baby?” I asked, worry constricting in my chest. Had I been too much? “Use the safe word if I need to stop.” My voice was laced with trepidation.
He looked at me with his beautiful brown eyes, his jaw a hard line. “No.”
A smile curled my lips, as I bent down to lick the moisture away. Reaching up, I grabbed his wrists where the cuffs bit into his skin.
“I’m going to uncuff you, but you’re going to do exactly what I say, yes?” I asked.
He nodded, and I flicked the cuffs open, rubbing his tender flesh. I moved off the bed and down to his feet, where I undid those cuffs, as well. He raised his head to look at me as I backed up, my body even with the far edge of the nightstand.
I snapped my fingers before resting my hands on my hips. “On your knees.”
Ryan scrambled from the bed and knelt on the floor at my feet.
He was flawless, and he naturally lowered his head instead of looking up at me.
I let him stay like that as I took in the smooth curves of his shoulders and back, down over his firm ass.
My mouth watered at the thought of taking a bite out of that ass.
Threading a hand through his hair, I pushed him lower to the floor. “Swear your loyalty to me, my prince.”
He reached out to me, his hands hovering over my legs. “May I, ma’am?” he asked cautiously.
“Yes, you may.”
He ran his hands agonizingly from my thighs to the tops of my heels, and my eyes fell closed at his touch.
“May I speak, mistress?”
“Fuck,” I groaned. That voice was my undoing. “Yes,” I hissed.
“I’m yours to command, my queen,” he professed. “Any wish you can dream up would be my pleasure to fulfill. I’ll kneel before you and do your bidding until my last breath.”
Oh my fucking god. My eyes shot open, and I looked down at him just in time to see his lips drop a kiss on the top of my glossy black pumps. I was supposed to be the one in control here, but he had me almost dropping to my knees with him.
Steadying my breathing, I placed a finger under his chin and lifted his face upward to meet my gaze. He blinked up at me, waiting for instruction like the good sub he was. “Beg to taste me,” I commanded.
He sucked in a breath. “Please let me taste your sweet pussy, mistress. I’ll die if I don’t right now.”
I hoisted a leg up on the end table and pulled the thin fabric of my thong to the side, not caring if my heels scratched the wood. “Yes.”
He dove into me, his fingers gouging into my ass as he drilled his tongue into my soaked cunt. I shrieked at his invasion, finally allowing myself to feel good, too, as I rode his face.
His mouth was everywhere, and when he focused on my clit, latching on with his lips, I almost lost it. I yanked his head back by his hair just before I fell over the edge. He was dripping with me, and I was captivated by the exquisite mess that he was.
I bent down and licked myself off him as he groaned into my mouth. “On your back,” I demanded.
Ryan situated himself on the floor of the bedroom and I tore my thong down my legs. I squatted over him, his cock positioned at my entrance. “Hands up.”
He lifted them to me and I grabbed his wrists, slamming them into the floor above his head as I sank down on his length. He groaned at the movement and finally being inside me. I admired the way the muscles in his chest were pulled rigid with his wrists secured by my hands.
I rolled my hips, our breaths becoming synchronous. His eyes were fixed on my bouncing tits as I picked up my pace and angled my body so his dick hit the perfect spot inside me that would shoot me into oblivion.
“Come with me, darling,” I begged. “Fall with me.”
“Fuck, fuck, Raven!” he whimpered.
He released inside me, coating my walls just as I crested and stars dotted my vision. I rode out my orgasm and collapsed on top of him, my pussy rippling with aftershocks.
We were a heaving jumble of tangled limbs on the floor and I was utterly spent, too tired to move.
“Now,” Ryan mustered. “Time for me to take care of my queen. Your turn to be commanded.”
I protested as he lifted me off his cock, pulling us both to our feet. “Shh,” he said.
A squeal tore from me as he crouched and hoisted me onto his back like I was a monkey. “Put me down, I’m heavy.”
He carried me to the bathroom. “Hush. I’m going to bathe us and then we’re going to bed and not moving for at least twelve hours.”
I stifled a giggle as he set me on the tile, pulling me to him and kissing me until I forgot everything except for him.