Chapter 10
Emma
We arrived in Boulder, and Ryan pulled into a King Soopers Grocery. "Be right back. Any requests?"
"Some bottled water to take with us on the hike and some chardonnay."
"Got it. Be back in a couple."
My eyes followed him as he walked into the store. No one should look that good! Ryan was confident and a little cocky, but he didn't possess the typical self-involved jerkiness that most overconfident men exhibited. I laughed to myself at the double entendre. Oh, he was more than a little cocky! I blushed as I thought of his huge cock.
I gave Sierra some water and took her for a quick walk. "Sierra, we are in so much trouble. I hope in the next forty-eight hours I can get this guy out of my system and be ready to move on." She shook her head, and I swear she was laughing at me.
Char rang while Ryan was still in the store. Unsure of what to say to her, I decided not to answer.
Ryan came back with several bags.
"What's all that?" I asked.
"Supplies."
I turned to rifle through the groceries, and he swatted my hand away.
"What's in there is none of your concern. Now, let's go find our cabin."
We pulled up to a large secluded house. The inside was incredible. The décor was elegant rustic—if there was such a thing. Complete with a game room that housed a pool table, air hockey, and ping-pong. The kitchen was large with an island that you could fit a family around. I ran from room to room like a little child opening doors, but two of the bedroom doors were locked.
"Two of the doors are locked," I shouted. Ryan was standing in the kitchen. "How did you find this place? This is too much! How much did this cost?"
"The cost is none of your business, but I'm glad you like it. The locked doors are extra bedrooms. I was able to get the house so quickly with the agreement that we didn't use the spare bedrooms."
I helped Ryan put away the groceries. I was about to open one of the bags when Ryan swooped in, grabbing it from me. He took the bag with him down the hallway.
"Weird. I guess he is shy about his toiletries," I said to Sierra, who was hoping there was something in one of the bags for her.
I brought my suitcase into the master bedroom, which was stunning. There was a beautiful four-poster bed and French doors that opened to a deck with a hot tub that overlooked the mountains. Everything was high-end from the Egyptian linens to the marble countertops in the master bath.
I started unpacking. I felt Ryan's body behind me as he encircled me with his arms.
My phone went off.
"Shouldn't you answer that?"
"I'm sure it's Charlotte checking up on me again, and I have to figure out what I'm going to say to her first."
"You can't keep avoiding her." Ryan grabbed my cell off the dresser. His jaw stiffened as he scowled at the name flashing on the screen. "It is someone named Michael," he said, handing me my phone. "Should I leave?"
"No need to leave," I said, as I swiped the screen to answer. "What's up?"
"I'm sorry, but I'm kind of busy today. Yes, I know, but I don't want— Please stop pushing." I walked out to the deck, hoping Ryan wouldn't follow.
Michael and I had been talking in the past few weeks. He had been pushing for us to start dating again. I cared about Michael, but I wasn’t in love with him or ready to think about marriage. The conversations Michael and I had about the possibility of dating again had all occurred before Ryan and I decided to become friends with benefits.
I finished talking to Michael and walked back into the bedroom where Ryan was standing.
"My turn to ask a couple of questions," he said.
"Alright, shoot."
"Old boyfriend?"
"Yes."
"When was the last time you saw him?"
"Last week."
"Sleep with him?"
"No."
"Truth?"
"Yes, truth."
"We are staying monogamous?"
"Yes."
"Don't see him again."
"Okay." I was trembling a little.
"Thank you."
He offered me my glass. "Why are you trembling?"
"I don't know."
"I hope you're trembling with desire, and I am the one causing it … not him."
"Take me."
"You read my mind."
"Remove your clothes."
"What?"
"I want you sitting on the bed minus your clothes when I return—which will be in two minutes," he warned as he left the room.
I felt like I did on our first night, a little intimidated and very vulnerable. Well, that night worked out, so I undressed. I was sitting naked when Ryan walked back in. He had a grocery bag in his hand.
"Wow," he said, staring at me. "I get why Michael doesn't want to let you go. But until you tell me otherwise, you're mine. Now, please stand up and turn around." He grinned playfully, melting my heart. The sound of his voice permeated my insides.
I followed his request. Ryan pulled something from the bag and tied it around my eyes, blindfolding me. He turned me around and sat me back down on the bed.
"Are you okay?"
I nodded my head, but I was still trembling a little.
"I'm going to lay you on the bed and tie your hands to the bedposts."
I nodded my head again.
He laid me down and took what I assumed was a necktie and tied each hand to a bedpost.
"You good?"
I nodded once more.
"Now I'm going to tie each leg to a bedpost."
"Ryan, I'm not sure …"
"Trust me."
With one final nod of my head, Ryan tied each of my ankles to the bedpost. I couldn't tell what he used, but it didn't feel like the same material he used to bind my hands. The material binding my legs had more give, and I could move my legs if needed.
I was feeling self-conscious and was thankful for the blindfold.
Leaning over me, Ryan's soft lips traveled down my neck toward my nipples, teasing me. He sucked my nipple, bringing it to full attention.
But then, freeing my breast, he moved away from the bed, leaving me frustrated. I could hear the slight creaking of the wood floor as he walked out of the room. Anxiety crept over me. Where was he going? How long was he going to leave me lying here like this?
My apprehension must have distracted my senses as I had not heard Ryan come back into the bedroom.
I gasped as I felt the sudden coldness on my nipple. Beads of cold water were left behind as the ice traveled over my belly and between my thighs, tickling my skin and causing goose bumps.
"I want you to think of me watching your naked body squirm. Think about me looking at every part of you, wanting you." His voice was a low, soft whisper.
"Touch me, Ryan, I need you to touch me," I whispered hoarsely, my voice shaky.
Using his fingers to open me slightly, he inserted the remaining ice. My hips thrust upward, begging for more while the freezing, prickling sensation of the ice continued to arouse me.
As the warmth of my body melted the ice inside me, I felt Ryan’s soft butterfly kisses caressing my inner thighs. My excitement intensified as he ran his tongue over me and circled my pussy with his finger. I heard a noise and froze. Was that a vibrator? He started using it on me, running it over my clit. I was squirming like crazy, already insane with desire. This man took foreplay to a whole new level!
"Where did you get a …" I was pretty sure King Soopers didn't sell them.
"Shh, I believe it is my turn to give a little back."
He put just the tip of the vibrator in me and then pulled it out and ran it over my clit again. He did this several times.
I couldn't take it. I was tied up, spread eagle while Ryan teased me with a vibrator. Just thinking about it, aroused me.
"Ryan, I'm going to come!"
He stopped. "Not yet, baby." He turned off the vibrator.
"Ryan, no, please don't stop," I begged.
He held back a second to keep me from orgasming then circled my clit with his tongue and slipped two fingers inside me. I was in a continual state of arousal, just on the verge of coming.
"Yes, please, please, Ryan, let me come," I begged.
He crawled on top of me, and I felt the warmth of his cock. He teased me, entering me fully and slowly withdrawing, still not allowing me the pleasure of release. I moved my hips upward to meet him, my body just at the edge, begging for that final moment of ecstasy. He quickly freed my ankles and pulled my legs around his hips, leaning over me so that with each thrust of his hips, his warm, huge cock rubbed my love button as he entered me.
I couldn't handle it anymore, letting go of a scream as I came. He slowed down for a second allowing me to enjoy my orgasm and then started pounding me harder until another orgasm was begging for release.
"Ryan," I panted.
"Just let me know when, baby," he whispered. Moments later, we exploded together. The tingling, mind-numbing sensation rushing through me left me throbbing and helpless.
He rolled over me, freed my arms, and removed the blindfold.
"You're still trembling." He pushed a strand of hair away from my face, a gesture that was now becoming welcome and familiar.
"After what you just did to me, I don't think I will ever stop." I lay there a while, allowing the feeling of complete satisfaction and happiness flow through my veins.
I know I’m heading for a world of hurt with this guy, but at the moment, it feels worth it. I smiled, too happy to dwell on the probable aftermath.
"Mmm," I finally stirred. "I could lie here forever if I weren't so hungry!" As I got up, I saw the vibrator lying there.
"Hey, isn't that my vibrator?" I said in horror. It was pink, so kind of hard to miss.
Still lying in the bed, Ryan looked up at me with a sly, impish grin. "I saw it when you opened your nightstand. I figured if you were going to use it when I'm not around, I wanted you to be thinking about me when you did."
I felt a warmth come over my face, and knew I was blushing. "Deal," I said, realizing I couldn't hide my embarrassment. But he was right. There was no way I could ever pick up that vibrator again without thinking about him.