Bonus Chapter
Ryker
“Taylor, stop,” I snap, craning my neck away from her vicious lips.
She responds by nibbling my earlobe. Fuuuck.
I toss her over my shoulder, and she squeals.
I was being a gentleman and carrying her in my arms so she didn’t flash everyone her ass cheeks.
She’s not bare, just still wearing her bikini bottoms that cover little.
I pull her dress down to cover her ass, my fingers lingering on the soft fabric to ensure it stays put.
“Ryker, if you don’t put me the right way, I might puke all over you,” she complains, but we are at our door.
She grabs my shirt when I put her on her feet to steady herself, and I dart my hands to her waist. She’s gorgeous even when she’s a mess.
Once her world has stopped spinning, her facial features morph back into mischief.
Her intentions are loud and clumsy. I snatch her wrist before her fingers touch my belt.
“I. Don’t. Fuck. Drunk. Girls,” I remind her, reaching behind her to scan the room key and push the door open.
“It will be fun,” she singsongs, pulling her dress over her head and stumbling backwards, the bed stopping her from toppling over.
I tilt my head back and sigh, running my hands through my hair.
She’ll pass out soon…I hope. When I glance down at her, she grabs the string around her neck and tugs.
I’m not fast enough to stop her top from dropping, exposing her porn star-worthy tits.
I’d much rather the Taylor that kept giving me the cold-ish shoulder.
Tomorrow morning, I am sure she will be back to hating that I exist.
“I’m not going to keep repeating myself,” I tell her, pulling up her top and tying the strings around her neck.
“Or what?” she taunts. I have to stop myself from grinning. She’s fun. I’ll give her that. But she’s also frustrating, wild, and I think she’s a little crazy. I’m curious to know if she’s like this sober as well, or if this is just her drunk alter ego, Tequila Taylor.
“There’s no ‘or what’. I’ll tie you to this bed until morning.”
That was not the correct response. She bites her lower lip and drops to her knees.
All women look good on their knees, but she’s exquisite.
She looks like a princess begging for punishment, and my dick twitches in my jeans.
A different man might have seized this opportunity, and the thought is enough to make me murderous.
Her fingers fumble with my belt and I let her.
After she has it undone, I slide it from my belt loops.
She looks up at me with such lust and excitement.
I trail the backs of my fingers down her cheek and stoop to her level.
“Tying you to the bed it is,” I state, grabbing her hands and wrapping my belt around her wrists.
She pins me with a glare and attempts to wriggle her hands free.
“Go brush your teeth, use the bathroom, and whatever you need to do, because once I tie you to the bed you aren’t getting up until morning. ”
Her jaw drops, and she looks at her hands. “How am I supposed to wipe if my hands are tied together?”
I shrug. “Figure it out.” I slide my arms under hers, lift her off the ground, and carry her to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.
I dig through her bag and pull out a worn, baggy t-shirt I’m assuming is her nightshirt.
She’ll have to be untied long enough to get this shirt on, unless I make her sleep in her bikini.
About twenty minutes later, she stumbles out of the bathroom with a scowl and my belt damp from washing her face.
I shove the shirt over her head and then free her hands to force her arms into the sleeves, acting quickly so she doesn’t have time to do something stupid.
Her fight is weak when she tries to pull her arms away as I lead her to bed.
“Get into bed,” I demand, tossing the blanket and sheet towards the foot of the mattress.
She plops down, and I bring her hands to the left corner where there’s a spot to wrap my belt around the headboard.
I run my finger between her skin and the leather, making sure it’s not too tight before tucking her in.
“You’re being too quiet,” I state.
“Just planning your demise,” she whispers, her eyelids struggling to stay open.
“Mmm, make it good,” I tease, and then grab my bag to take into the bathroom.
I shower, change, and then try to make my bed on the couch, but I’m too tall and it’s entirely too uncomfortable.
Taylor is sound asleep, so I slide in next to her, put a pillow in the middle, and turn off the lights.
I bet Ki is still having the time of her life while I’m stuck sleeping next to a restrained woman. And not in a fun way.
* * *
“Taylor, go back to bed,” I groan sometime in the middle of the night, or morning, I’m not sure.
All I know is my alarm hasn’t gone off yet, so it’s not time to be awake.
I’m floating between sleep and consciousness.
When your mind is slowly rebooting while your limbs are still heavy.
“Tay—” I start to yell at her again, my eyes still closed, when she grips my wrist and doesn’t let go.
Wait a goddamn minute. She’s supposed to be tied to the bed.
Is someone else in here? My eyes fly open at the same time that I go to sit up.
I’m met with resistance, and the back of my head slams back against the mattress, and the muscles in my shoulders ache.
When the bed dips again, my neck strains to look down, and I see the most mischievous smirk I’ve ever seen. “What are you doing?” I snap, tugging on whatever is holding my hands hostage.
She holds my stare while lifting her shirt, carelessly discarding it onto the floor. I clench my jaw, trying to will my dick to not react, but my eyes can’t fucking help but go to her breasts.
“I’m not drunk anymore,” she states, trailing her fingers over the V that dips below my boxers, stopping on my waistband.
“Taylor,” I growl. Metal clangs against metal, and I realize she found my handcuffs in my uniform. She must have used my belt on the one. I’m handcuffed with my own fucking handcuffs.
“Say it again,” she begs, tugging my boxers down until my semi-hard dick pops out. I’m trying so hard not to get hard, but it’s only natural when a beautiful half-naked woman is straddling your legs and looking at your dick as if it’s dessert.
“Taylor,” I growl again, deepening my voice and growing harder when she seems to melt. I twist my wrist around, attempting to loosen the belt, but she did too good a job securing it around the metal post. The same one she was supposed to be tied to.
She spits on my cock and strokes my length, rubbing her thumb around my tip.
I jerk hard on the restraints, and she moves faster.
Pleasure builds at the base of my spine, and I thrust into her hands.
She’s sober. If she wants to jerk me off, so be it.
I’ll make a mess of her hands and then she better let me go.
If I have to shout for Ki to help me, I’ll never live it down.
Nobody can know my handcuffs were used against me.
“Fuck,” I hiss when she slaps my dick.
She giggles, and my eyes widen. I twist, trying to see what I’m working with, but the mattress covers the frame too much.
Warmth covers my cock and my head drops to the mattress.
My hips thrust up on instinct when I reach the back of her tongue.
When she only gags slightly and continues deeper, I stare at her with awe and a little fear.
She throat-fucks my cock with a twinkle in her eyes while I melt for her this time.
Her thighs tighten around my legs when I try to spread them apart to wrap around her to hold her there.
She has a surprisingly strong grip, and I don’t want to hurt her.
The next slide of her tongue up my cock to get air is the last because she pops off and smacks my dick again.
“You’re such a fucking asshole,” I snap, breathing heavy. My cock is leaking and glistening with her saliva, begging for another touch of her crazy.
She laughs and leans down, kissing the top of my dick softly. “This is fun,” she chirps.
“No, no, it’s not,” I shoot back, but my eyes travel to her tits and my thoughts scatter.
She taps the underside of my cock, bouncing it up and down, waiting for my pending climax to settle back into its grave again.
I thrust as hard as I can when her lips cover my length again, hitting the back of her throat.
She doesn’t suck as she comes back up, leaving a trail of spit behind and letting the excess drip off her tongue onto the head of my cock.
My lips part when she leans down, her hands cupping her breasts, pushing them together to cage my cock inside. This is a sight to behold.
Every time the head of my cock juts up from between her tits towards her face, my climax swirls faster inside of me.
I pull hard, not caring if I break the bed frame.
I’ll pay the damage fee. She spits on me again, keeping my cock lubed as she continues stroking me with her perfect tits.
I clench my jaw and hold my breath, hoping she doesn’t know I’m about to paint her chest so she doesn’t stop.
But it doesn’t matter; she releases me at the perfect moment.
I scream out in frustration, fighting against the restraints, loosening my belt only slightly.
Whoever built these goddamn beds needs punched in the throat.
“I want to hear you beg for me, Ryker,” she purrs. My nostrils flare and she dips, kissing my angry tip again. “Beg me to let you come.”
“Taylor,” I warn, and she hums at the sound of her name.
She scoots down my legs, buries her face underneath my aching cock, and licks and sucks on my balls.
“You win,” I breathe. “Let me come.”
She lifts her head, trailing her tongue up my length. “Say please,” she taunts.
“Please, Taylor,” I beg for the first time in my life.
A wicked grin tugs at the corner of her lips before my cock disappears behind her lips again. She devours my fucking cock as if it holds the key to eternal youth and she’s dying. I can’t stop the moan that falls from my lips, my head falling back in relief that I get to come this time.
“You motherfucker,” I grind out.
“That wasn’t good enough, Ryker. I said I want to hear you BEG,” she demands, slapping my cock harder this time. I hiss and see red.
“Please, Taylor. Please let me come. I don’t care if it’s in your hand, on your tits, inside of your mouth, your cunt, just let me come…PLEASE,” I force the words out as I wriggle my wrists and tug against my belt.
“You don’t deserve my cunt yet,” she laughs, stroking me too slowly.
“Please.”
She goes faster.
“Please.”
She spits on it.
“Please, Taylor.”
“Good boy,” she purrs, adding her mouth.
I beg until my release zips through me, coating my fucking stomach and chest because she popped off at the last second so I would make a mess on myself.
I’m panting and sweating as she climbs off me.
She trails her finger over my abs, playing in my cum.
“T,” she says, and I feel her draw a T on my chest. “A,” she dips her finger in more and makes an A.
She continues until she writes TAYLOR’S in my cum across my chest.
“We’re going to have so much fun,” she singsongs, grabbing my pants and digging in the pockets for my set of keys.
“It’s that one,” I tell her when she gets to the one for the handcuffs.
“Hmm, maybe I should leave you for the housekeepers to find.”
I glare at her, and she laughs, inserting the key and opening the cuff. I dart my hand out, wrapping it around her throat, and she smiles.
“Harder,” she chokes out, winking and attempting to laugh.
My alarm goes off and I release her to grab my phone. “Shit,” I snap when I see the time. “You fucked with my alarm.”
“I needed more time.” She shrugs and digs through her bag to get dressed, leaving me to undo my belt one-handed. It’s been tied so many times, there’s hardly anything left of it to grip onto.
“Help me,” I demand.
She crosses her arms and raises her eyebrows.
“Please,” I add.
She trots over and begins untangling her mess of knots, humming a song to herself.
I grab the sheet and wipe myself off the best I can, not having time to get a shower since she made us late.
I tug my shirt on and turn to her, clenching my fist, wishing I had time to punish her.
She laughs under her breath, having no care in the world.
I shove all of my stuff into the shopping bag and hop back and forth, tugging my pants up my legs as I make my way to the door.
I pull up my zipper and button my pants before banging on Ki’s door.
“What the fuck happened to you?” Ki blurts out when she sees me.
“I don’t want to talk about it. We need to go,” I mumble under my breath, walking away knowing she will follow.
Taylor is fucking crazy.
I’m still trying to figure out if I hated it or not when I’m climbing inside our car. She’s infuriating and in need of punishment…but I think this is the first time I wouldn’t mind seeing a woman again for another round.
This time, though, she will be the one begging.