Ryker puts me in the truck. He doesn’t speak, touch me unnecessarily, nor does he kiss me. He buckles my seat belt and closes the door with a loud slam. He does it all without much more than looking at me.

This does nothing to ease the questions and nervousness that begin to barrage my brain. I would love to talk to him. I have questions, concerns, things I would like to ask him, but instead I remain silent—just waiting.

The ride to Ryker’s place is quiet. The only sound I can hear in his old truck is my own breathing. It sounds abnormally loud. I have to wonder if he can hear it too. I suppose that should embarrass me, but it doesn’t. Not really.

I’m pretty sure we will make it to Ryker’s place in record time. If I was driving this fast I have no doubt I would get a speeding ticket. We pass several county law vehicles and one state police cruiser. None of them attempt to pull Ryker over. Maybe they know it is him and are afraid to tangle with the town bad boy?

It would be a wise choice for them to steer clear.

He pulls into his drive so quickly that gravel flies out from around the truck tires. I feel us slide in them and then hear the pinging noises they make as they smack against the undercarriage of the truck. He practically slams on the brakes and I lurch forward in the seat, jarred by the sudden stop. The seatbelt keeps me in place, but I brace my hands on the dashboard to keep from getting whiplash.

He’s out of the truck and making his way around the front before I can even contemplate what’s going on. I start to unbuckle when Ryker opens the passenger side door and pushes my hands out of the way, taking over completely.

He pulls me straight from the truck and into his arms, not allowing me to walk. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, holding tightly, and do the same with my legs around his hips. I like being this close to him, and having him take care of me in all ways.

“Ryker, stop. I’m too heavy,” I finally say, because even if I like him carrying me, it is a little embarrassing. I’ve never had a man carry me quite like this. In response, his hand slaps hard against my ass, making it jiggle with each step. He growls—an animalistic noise that sends off a multitude of butterflies in the pit of my stomach.

He somehow manages to get the door opened, with me still in his arms. I get a quick glance of the main room of his home. It’s surprisingly big. His house is attached to his shop, and I didn’t think it would be as spacious as it is. The living room is huge, though sparingly decorated, with just a large black leather couch and a television. It’s open to a kitchen, which is similar in size and full of cabinets and a table and chairs.

It’s out of sight before I can make note of anything else since he’s headed down a dark hallway with me still in his arms. We pass a few doors but at the end of the hall there is an open entryway with a light shining from it. He takes me there and I blink to focus my eyesight just as he puts me down so I can stand on my own.

I keep my hands on his biceps to steady myself and look around. There’s a king size, four-post bed off to the side, and a large dresser across from that with a television mounted on the wall above it. That’s it. There’s nothing else in the room except for a high-back chair that sits directly at the foot of the bed. It’s leather and looks like a chair a king would sit in as he greets his subjects. My gaze darts back to Ryker and a chill runs down my spine. I can see him as a king—a conqueror of nations…a conqueror of…me.

I take a step away from Ryker. I can’t resist looking back at the bed. It’s turned down as if waiting for me. The sheets are shiny silk and jet black. They look sinful and remind me so much of Ryker’s eyes. I look back up at him—anticipating what is to come. He doesn’t make me wait long.

“Undress for me, Lola,” he says, his voice dark and commanding.

I swallow down my nerves. Now is not the time to let my nervousness from being a virgin or my fear of the unknown get in the way. I am Ryker’s. I belong to Ryker. On reflex, my hand comes up to touch the soft leather choker he had made for me. A collar really; I might as well call it what it is. Even in my limited experience I realize exactly what it is. Realize and embrace it. I let my finger dance over the embossed ‘L’ in the center of the collar and I hold Ryker’s gaze at the same time. He looks at me as if he is daring me to back out. Does he think I will? The thought that he might think I’m that weak in my conviction leads me to turn around, giving him my back.

“Unzip me?” I ask softly and then because it feels right, feels like something I should give him, I add, “Please, Ryker?”

I’m rewarded by his deep, throaty growl and I know without even having him say anything that I have pleased him. He carefully unzips my dress, but he keeps a hand on my hip, not allowing me to turn back around. Instead, his fingers dance across the small area of skin now exposed. I can feel the hair of his beard gently tickle me and a moment later I feel his gentle kisses. He runs his lips up to the base of my neck. Again his beard tickles the skin and the sensation spreads a fresh wave of goosebumps on my flesh. My eyes close on their own as I feel his teeth rake across the skin, not biting, merely teasing.

Next, I feel his hands in my hair, seeking out the pins I used to pull the strands up. One by one, he begins to release them until my hair is completely down and falling along my shoulders.

“You have beautiful hair, Lola. I want to see it against my sheets. Now, be a good girl and turn around and finish undressing.”

I bite my lip to keep from moaning out at how delicious it feels to have Ryker’s breath against my skin. I turn around slowly to face him. I take the straps of my dress and slowly lower them, allowing the dress to slide from my body and fall to the floor. I step out of it and force my gaze to lock with Ryker’s. It’s not easy. I can feel the heat bloom across my skin as I stand before him in nothing but my black lace strapless bra and heels.

“Finish,” he commands, his voice hoarse.

Immediately I move my hands up to unhook the clasp between my breasts. My fingers fumble with it, but it releases and I let it fall to the floor. Without thought, I use my arms to cover my breasts. The rest of me is out there. I don’t even think to cover my pussy from him, but somehow the cool air against my nipples makes me feel more exposed.

“I…” I start to say something, but the words lodge in my throat when I see the heat in Ryker’s gaze. I can almost feel it as if it was a literal touch. His hands come out to capture mine, forcing them away from my body and exposing my breasts completely. I bite back an apology, feeling unsure of myself. I start to bend down to take off my heels, but he stops me.

“Those fucking stay on,” he orders. I look up at him, surprised, and watch as he palms his dick through his pants as if he’s adjusting himself. The outline of his cock is more than visible against his jeans. I was wet before, feeling my juices painted along my thighs, but seeing the physical effect I have on Ryker just makes me wetter.

“Okay,” I murmur, standing back up and suddenly feeling more in control. He might be calling the shots, but I’m the one feeling powerful here.

“Get on the bed on your hands and knees, Lola,” he orders. I get on the bed, but freeze when he puts a finger under my chin and pulls my face up to look at him. “Face the headboard,” he says and I nod in understanding as he steps back. Once I’m in position, I do my best to steady my breathing. I jerk my head around when I feel Ryker’s hand wrap around my ankle.

I watch as he pulls out a silver cuff that is attached to a strap coming from the post on the bed. He connects the cuff around me, and the metal feels cold and foreign. He pulls out my other leg and does the same. I can still remain on my knees, but it’s harder; I’ve had to spread my legs out and I know from where he’s standing it opens me even more to him.

“What are…what are you doing?” I ask, unsure if it’s okay to question him, but doing it anyway. I look over my shoulder as I hear movement behind me. I see Ryker pick up a box from the dresser.

“Eyes to the front, Lola,” he commands, his voice sounding as if he is disciplining me for being bad. I immediately respond, not wanting to displease him further. “Good girl,” he approves, stroking my lower back. I’m dying to turn around to see what he’s doing, but I don’t. I want him to be happy with me. Excitement flushes through me, heating me from the inside out. If he can make me feel like this without actually doing much more than touching me…

“Ryker,” I exclaim, when without any type of warning I feel the rough pads of his fingers caress the lips of my wet pussy.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Ryker growls at the exact moment his fingers find my swollen clit and zero in on it. “So primed for me, so responsive,” he adds, and he’s right. My body is on fire for him. “You’re going to like what happens next, my sweet Lola,” he says, kissing the cheek of my ass.

That’s the only warning I get before he inserts something between my legs. It’s warm and soft…almost gel like. It’s also long and thick and it slips between the folds of my pussy and puts pressure against my clit. I go completely still, unsure of what will happen next, when it begins vibrating.

“Ryker,” I cry out as sensation immediately begins to crash in on me. My hips move of their own volition as I try to ride the wand that he’s torturing me with.

“That’s it, Lola. You’re going to ride this little beauty while I sit in the chair behind you and watch. You’ll do everything I tell you to do, because you want to please me. Won’t you, Lola?”

“Ye…yes, Ryker.”

“Such a good girl. I’m going to be over here stroking my cock while I watch you. If you do exactly what I tell you, I’ll make sure I give you all my cum. Will that make you happy, Lola?”

“Yes. God, yes. I want it, Ryker,” I tell him, and I’m already panting, trying to squeeze my pussy so my juices aren’t obscenely running down the insides of my legs. But honestly I don’t care. I want to come. I want to get off while Ryker covers me in his cum. I see the picture in my mind and I feel dirty and sexy at the same time.

I know the moment he walks away and I can hear him grunt. I know he’s stroking his big, hard cock. I thrust my ass back even more, hoping to give him exactly what he wants.

Because I know if I do that, he will give me everything I want—and more.