Ryder
I’m fighting to hold back my laughter as I walk in on June completely sprawled on the floor. She’s topless, but she’s still clothed from the waist down, including her heels.
“Ryder,” she whispers, closing her eyes. “I…”
She blushes, and I know she’s embarrassed, but she looks fucking adorable. I just want to hold her. I just want to pull her into my lap, wrap my arms around her, and never let go.
“You wanted some help getting ready for me, love?” I say gently, and then I squat down to pick her up.
“What are you doing?” She squeaks, opening her eyes. “Ryder! I’m too heavy for you.” I pull her into my arms and stand back up before heading toward her bed.
“Oh, darling, that’s another ten.”
“What?! No! Hey, come on now! You didn’t tell me I couldn’t say I was fat.”
“And another ten for back-talking.”
“Ryder!”
I smile down at June’s helpless looking face. Oh, she knows she’s in trouble, but she’s not scared. Not of me. Not of this. No, she doesn’t like the idea that she’s in trouble, and she’s protesting, but I’d bet anything that as soon as I slide my hands between her legs, I’ll find she’s fucking soaked.
“Shall we keep going, June?”
“No,” she squeaks out, and I set her down on the bed.
“Close your eyes, June,” I whisper. She obeys me instantly, perfectly, and I take this opportunity to just look at her. June has big, beautiful breasts I can’t wait to lick. I want to touch her there, want to make her moan with pleasure, and I will, but I plan to take my time.
With June, one night isn’t going to be enough. I can already tell. With June, I’m going to need all of her nights. I’m going to need every night.
One lifetime just isn’t going to be enough.
“You’re so pretty,” I murmur, and she licks her lips. She doesn’t open her eyes, though. She keeps them tightly closed. Her hands are balled into fists, though. She’s still tense. She’s still nervous.
“Thank you, sir,” she whispers, and I smile.
“Ah, so you do have some manners,” I tease her, and a slow smile spreads on her lips.
“I try my best, sir.”
“That’s all I’ll ever ask you for, June.”
I kiss her then, and her arms wrap around me, pulling me closer. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of her. I know I’ll never get tired of her. Much too soon, I pull away, and her eyes flutter open.
“Close them, darling,” I tell her. She obeys instantly, and I quickly strip out of my own clothes, careful to set my pants aside so my phones don’t slide out of the pockets. I have my normal phone with me: the one that’s a part of my cover. I also have a second burner phone that’s for work. Only a select number of people have it and I shouldn’t be away from that phone, well, ever, but I always leave it in my car to play at Anchored. Being near June is too much to resist. I tried for awhile, but I can’t.
I need her.
I place my hands on her hips. Her body stills; her breathing quickens. She stays silent, and for a moment, I just look at her. The lights are low, but I can see all of her. June is curvy and sweet.
“You look good enough to eat, darling,” I murmur. “But I’m going to finish undressing you now.”
“I’d like that.”
I run my hands down the outside of her legs until I reach her feet. Then I slide her shoes off one at a time and set them gently by the closet. When I return, I rub her thighs for a moment before unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them off of her body. I toss them aside and then come back for her panties.
“You’re wet,” I murmur, running my finger over the front of the black fabric.
“That’s your fault,” she says, and I laugh.
“Oh, I suspected you were a bratty sub, but I really had no idea, did I?”
“I’m more than just a sub,” she says quietly, and I realize she wants to talk about the fact that she doesn’t fit into a box. Of course she doesn’t. June is a switch, through-and-through, and if we’re going to pursue a relationship, she’s going to have needs I can’t fulfill for her.
“I know that,” I tell her. “Tell me how this played out in your other relationships.”
“I suppose it didn’t,” she says. “Not really. I’ve been with men before, but anytime I brought up me dominating them or even getting a sub of my own, the relationship sort of fizzled.”
“I’m not going to lie to you, June, but I most likely will never be comfortable with the idea of you dominating me in bed.”
“I understand,” she says, and she sounds resigned.
“But if you want a sub of your own for us to play with together, or for you to play with on your own, that’s fine with me.”
Her eyes pop open, and she smiles. She looks like a little kid who just got a puppy on Christmas morning.
“Really?”
“Really.”
“You’d do that?”
“Monogamy isn’t that important to me, honey. I’ll stay faithful to you, June, if that’s what you want, but if you want us to play with other people, we can discuss that all later. We don’t have to decide anything right now.” I move my right hand up to her breast and cup it, playfully bouncing it softly.
“Oh,” she closes her eyes again and moans.
“Besides,” I tell her. “These breasts are so pretty. I’d love to see a pretty submissive sucking on them and playing with them for you.”
“You’d like that?” She whispers, groaning.
“Oh, very much, June.” I move my left hand and cup her other breast, bouncing this one, too. “I’d love to see somebody worshipping your body just as I’m about to.”
“Ryder,” she whispers, and her eyelids flutter, but she doesn’t move. She just stays still as I touch her, as I play with her, as I fall just a little more in love with her.