Ryan

 

 

 

She’s staring at me with such horror in her eyes that I'm instantly flooded with regret. I don't know how I expected her to react to seeing me out of the blue after a year, but the way she's looking at me now certainly doesn't elate me in any way.

She looks hurt and frightened, and it that impression is only magnified when she takes off her giant sunglasses to inspect me more closely. It’s as if she can't trust her eyes.

"Ryan," she breathes out eventually in a voice laced with disbelief.

Her eyes never moving from mine, she jumps up from the bench, and it’s obvious to me that she‘s shaking uncontrollably all over. The vibrant green of her eyes can’t hide the glistening threat of tears. A fresh breeze ruffles her messy hair, causing random strands to stick to the curve of her jawline, damp with sweat from her strenuous hike.

"Ryan," she repeats. She snans the length of me from head to toe, and then she locks eyes with me again, still shaking her head in disbelief.

I don't know how to interpret the way she‘s looking at me. I don't know anything right now. I haven't thought any of this through. I put off revealing myself to her because I wasn't even sure if I should let her know I was here at all.

But now that she knows, there's no turning back. She knows I'm here. She knows I followed her up here, and she knows I came all the way to California to find her.

In that sense, she knows more than I do at the moment. I’m standing here not knowing what to do, and for all I know, she's long since moved on and is anything but happy to see me.

Those fears are proven wrong a moment later when she cries out my name in desperate relief and darts towards me, stumbling right into my open arms.

I embrace her without thinking twice, and as I press her against my chest, I'm filled with a soothing warmth that I haven't felt in nearly a year, not since I had to let her go.

I try to ignore the taunting voice in my head.

She's dangerous. She's not good for you. You will lose yourself in her.

Frankly, I don't care about all of that right now. All I care about is the phenomenal sensation that takes a hold of me, now that she's back in my arms.

She buries her face against my chest, shaking and sobbing, her tears wetting my shirt.

"My doll," I whisper, stroking my fingers soothingly through her hair, but then I grab her ponytail and gently pull on it to force her head back.

She lifts her head instantly and looks up at me through teary eyes, her lower lip trembling as she whispers, "My master."

My lips crush into hers with violent need, claiming her like I've never claimed anyone before. My tongue greedily invades her mouth, and our bodies press tightly against one another, aching to be one. She responds hungrily, breathing heavily and her fingers clawing into my back as she tries to pull me even closer.

We break our kiss only to stare at each other, both gasping for air. Her green eyes are filled with unspoken questions, but she's not ready to pose any of them.

"I've missed you so much," she breathes. "You have no idea."

"Oh, I think I do," I reply, silencing her with another deep kiss.

I may have come up here with no plan whatsoever, but as I'm holding her now, finally tasting her soft lips again, I know there's only one thing I really need to do.

I need to have her. All of her. Now.

My brain is no longer functioning, having lost all its blood supply, which has redirected to my cock, now pressing as hard as iron against her middle.

"I need to fuck you," I whisper into her ear, her ponytail still wrapped in a tight grip as I pull her head back. "Now."

"Yes," she breathes, and I can feel her body heat rising next to me. "Yes, you do."

"Be good for me, doll," I tell her, before scooping her up, my hands digging into the flesh of her ass.

She wraps her legs around my waist, her lips seeking mine again, stealing kisses as I turn back on the path from which we both came.

"No, here, now," she insists, breathing out the words through our kiss. She points toward a hard-to-see turnoff further up the path, shielded by bushes. I catch her gaze for reassurance, and she smiles at me mischievously.

"No one's here," she whispers, moving her hips against my pelvis, as if I needed any encouragement.

I follow the nearly hidden pathway that she pointed out to me, and once I’ve taken about a dozen steps, I spot another bench. This one is more obscured than the other one, more hidden in the shadows and offering a sheltered place to hide.

I place her on the bench, going down on my knees between her spread legs and pulling her shirt up. She’s wearing a sports bra with hooks in the front, making it quick and easy for me to expose her beautiful tits. I lean forward, hungrily taking her right nipple between my lips, worshipping her as she leans back and moans loudly, her hand closing around a fistful of my hair. I suck and bite on her hard nipples, remembering every inch of her body. Even though we only shared one night together almost a year ago, I remember every little thing about her. The way she arches her back, the intensity of her moans, her sensitive reactions to my touch. I know what she likes and I know how to give it to her.

Her cheeks are flushed with need when our eyes find each other again. I hook my fingers under the waistband of her shorts, and she lifs her hips like a good girl for me, so I can pull down her shorts and panties together in one swift motion.

She‘s suddenly overcome by a flush of embarrassment when her naked pussy is revealed to me, glistening with the evidence of desire in the sunshine.

"Don't be shy, doll," I say, winking up at her as I sink down to taste her. Oh, how I’ve missed her.

The stirred-up groans that escape her lips as my tongue lashes against her wet entrance fuel my desire for her. She's squirming, trying to get away from me, but I hold her in place, grabbing her thighs and pushing her legs up and wider apart. She's completely at my mercy, fighting a losing battle between arousal and shame as I eat her out to satisfy my carnal need.

"Please, master," she pleads, her voice horse with lust. "Please, fuck me."

I let go of her, straightening up to my full height and pushing my massive bulge in front of her face.

"Get my cock out, doll."

She doesn't need to be told twice, and instantly starts fiddling with my belt, her nervous fingers massaging along my hardness through the fabric of my trousers. When my erection springs free, she leans forward and anxiously takes it between her lips without being told to, and even though I should scold her, I decide to let this one slide – her lips wrapped around my cock feels so good, so right. I grab her ponytail with one hand, and even though I can hardly see straight with her tongue gliding along the lower side of my shaft, my eyes quickly scan our surroundings to make sure we're still alone. I’m finding it hard to breathe, she's sucking on my cock with such ardor that I’m afraid she’s going to send me over the edge too soon.

I pull her back by the hair and withdraw from her mouth. I drop my lips to hers, hungrily claiming her mouth, and drop my hips so the tip of my cock is teasing her wet folds. She squirms and turns under me, moving her hips forward to draw closer to me. We both groan in ecstatic unison when I plow myself inside her, not stopping until I stretch and fill her with my entire length.

"Did you miss me, doll?" I whisper into her ear, her tight warmth hugging my cock.

She pants and moans, tears of fulfilled need running down her face as she nods at me. "Yes, master, I did."

I place a kiss at the corner of her mouth, and then I can’t hold back any longer. I start fucking her like a savage beast. She takes me in with frenzied greed, shrieking with pleasure as her entire body quivers under my violent thrusts.

I haven't fucked anyone like this in a very long time, not outside of my dungeon, and not without first signing the necessary paperwork and negotiating payment to safeguard my sanity.

She tenses up as her orgasm strikes, her muscles clenching violently around my hard shaft. She peaks on my cock, taking me over the edge with her just a moment later. It’s then it hits me – this ist he end of me. She’s the end of me.

I’m lost forever.

And there is no turning back.