June
His hands shouldn’t feel this good on me, but they do.
I shouldn’t feel as comfortable with his touch, yet somehow, it’s like Ryder and I were made to do this. Usually, when I’m with a new partner, we set boundaries and ground rules and make plans for how things are going to work, but with Ryder, everything just feels so right.
With him, I feel like we can just make it up as we go, and it’s kind of a freeing feeling.
Knowing I’m safe with him makes this so much easier, so much smoother, and I close my eyes, melting back onto the bed. He moves his hands over my breasts, playing with them expertly. Every so often, he pinches one of my nipples. I bite my lip an try not to moan, but I’m too far gone for that.
Ryder kisses my collarbone and then moves to my breasts. He kisses one, sucking my nipple into his mouth. When he bites down, I reach for his hair and fist it, pulling him closer to me, pulling him into myself. Then he moves to the other breast and this time, I groan loudly.
“Yeah, baby,” he murmurs, biting my nipples and sucking, rubbing his face against me. “That’s what I want to hear, June. I want to hear you come apart for me, princess.” He licks the space between my breasts, back and forth, and then he starts to kiss lower.
“Ryder,” I murmur, but he keeps going. He kisses down the center of my belly and when he reaches the top of my black panties, I quietly clench my pussy, aching for him.
He’ so close.
Just a little bit lower and he’ll be there.
Just a little bit lower and he can slide his tongue across me.
I’ve been fantasizing about Ryder Hawke for so long now that I can’t quite believe this is actually happening. I can’t quite believe he’s here, in my room, in my bed. I can’t believe he’s about to fuck me.
In just a moment, his lips are going to slip even lower on my body. He’s going to pull my panties down and then he’s going to just look at me. Ryder Hawke is the kind of man who takes his time, and I know he’s going to want to see all of me.
And I want him to see me.
I’m not so young that I have any weird hang-ups about my body. It only makes sense that you leave those insecurities behind you at some point. If you don’t, after all, they’ll eventually consume you. So when Ryder looks at me, I’m not under the impression that he’s going to be picking apart any flaws I may or may not have. No, when he looks at me, it’s going to be because he is a man who can’t hold his passion back anymore.
I hold my breath, and I wait.
Only nothing happens.
Ryder doesn’t move. He doesn’t pull my panties down. He doesn’t do anything, and then, I feel him move away from my body.
“What?!” I practically screech. My eyes fly open and I sit up, staring at him. My breasts bounce with the quick movement, and his eyes drop to my chest.
“Excuse me?” His eyes narrow as they move back up to meet mine, and now I know that the game is in full swing. This how the type of Domination I like goes, and I’m glad to see that Ryder likes it, too.
Some couples can live the BDSM-life 24/7, but I’m not one of those girls. No, for me, I need my freedom, and not the kind that comes from submission. For me, I need to be able to make my own choices and not have to check in constantly. I need there to be a give-and-take in our relationship that’s almost completely even, at least until it comes to the bedroom.
And it’s here that I am all his.
It’s here that I will do anything for him.
It’s here that I will melt for him.
“I’m sorry, sir,” I whisper instantly.
“You know how this works, June,” he says, gripping my chin gently. He strokes my cheek, but his eyes are firm. “You say yellow and we slow down, June. You say red and we stop. You have an out. You have options. You can use them, but until you say yellow or red, then we’re going to play my way. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I whisper, breathless. Oh, this is bad. I never play at the club, and while I’m well aware that my living quarters are different, it still feels like I’m playing at the club. It still feels like I’m mixing business with pleasure, and I shouldn’t be doing that. I should be resisting Ryder. Really, it would be in everyone’s best interests, but that’s not what I want.
No, tonight I just want to say yes.
For once, instead of being strong and resilient and tough, I want to be weak and melty and crazy. I want to fall into bed with Ryder Hawke and I don’t want to ever crawl back out. In this moment, I’m not worried about anything but listening to him, and this calms me incredibly.
“Now,” he says slowly. “I believe I owe you a spanking.”
I know better than to protest. Instead, I’m pliant as he moves to a sitting position on the bed and pulls me over his lap.
I love this position.
It makes me feel very vulnerable, but it also makes me feel protected. Isn’t that strange? Ryder Hawke has me half-naked over his lap, but somehow, I know that no matter what happens, he’s in control of this moment, and of me.
He runs his hands over my back and down to my bottom, and then he starts to massage me slowly.
“Now,” he says. “You know why you’re getting spanked, princess.”
“For lying to you,” I say with a sigh. I don’t pretend to have forgotten why he wanted to spank me. I told him there wasn’t a connection between us, that I didn’t feel some sort of intense, invisible connection.
I told him we were nothing, but that was a lie.
We both know it.
And now, the hour of reckoning has come. I escaped it for a little while, but now it’s time to pay the piper, so to speak.
“Ten spankings for lying,” he says gently, and then he starts swatting me. He spanks me over and over and each spank seems to sting a little bit more than the last. By the time he’s finished I’m sore and I’m sure my bottom is probably a bright pink by now.
When he’s done, he rubs me again, massaging my skin.
“Fucking sexy as hell,” he groans, and I feel his erection pressing into my belly. It’s nice to know that Ryder isn’t unaffected by what we’re doing because I know I’m certainly not. Then he slides his hand between my legs, and now Ryder knows I’m not unaffected, either. I’m very, very affected, in fact.
“I’m so wet for you, baby,” I purr, wiggling against his hand. Ryder strokes me softly over the fabric of my panties, edging me closer and closer. I usually orgasm pretty quickly, but this is super fast, even for me. The more he touches me, the more my entire mind clears except for one thing.
The need filling my core completely takes over my mind, and I grind harder against Ryder’s hand. I’m still on my stomach across his lap, but right now, I don’t even care about how exposed I am. Suddenly, I can’t focus on anything except coming. I can’t focus on anything except the fact that I am so, so close. Just a little bit more and then I’ll explode.
Just a little bit more, and then I’m going to come for Ryder.
He pushes my panties aside and slides one finger inside of me. Then a second finger joins, stretching me. I feel so full now, and I thrust my hips back, pushing deeper onto his fingers.
“You’re so fucking wet, June,” he growls. “My hand is fucking soaked, baby, and it feels so damn good. Your pussy is so tight, June. Do you have any idea what that fucking does to me, baby?”
I try to say something back, try to tell him how much this is turning me on, but the sound that escapes my lips is feral. I’m so far gone, so close to the edge, that it only takes a few more flicks of Ryder’s finger to push me over that cliff, and then I fall.
I soar.
I cry out as the orgasm rushes over my body, pushing me toward the edge of oblivion. I’ve never felt anything this power, this strong, this fantastic before, and I know I’m screaming by the time I’m done coming.
When my mind clears, I’m in Ryder’s arms, and he’s smiling down at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, like nothing else matters right now except the two of us.