I want more of it.
I want more and more until there’s nothing left of me. I want him to use me, rail me, and leave me breathless and empty.
He turns and smiles at me. “Are you coming, or do I need to carry you?”
I follow Ryder into the shower, my body humming. He approaches me, his eyes never leaving mine as he unclasps my bra and slides it off. My panties are next. He drops to his knees, sliding them down my legs. I kick them off, my breath catching in my throat.
He brings his nose to my core, inhaling deeply. “You’re full of my cum. Dripping.” His eyes lock with mine, dark with desire. “Fuck, that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“You’re clean, right?” I ask, the question coming too late. “I should’ve asked before we... Before we...”
“I’m clean,” he assures me. “And you?”
I nod. “And I’m on birth control.”
“Good. Because I plan on fucking you and coming inside you many more times.” He wraps his arms around my thighs, and before I can process what’s happening, he hoists me onto his shoulder, my bare ass in front of his face. “You’re mine now.”
Oh fuck.
He gently sets me in the shower, removes his clothes, and in contrast to his forceful fucking earlier, he now cleans me with a tenderness that makes my heart ache. It’s as if I’m a delicate, breakable thing.
He stops when he reaches my palms. “You’re scratched.”
“It’s nothing,” I dismiss.
“You should’ve told me I was hurting you.”
“It wasn’t you. It was the tree.” I smile. “And it felt too good to stop.”
His eyes widen. “You liked it, Little Trouble?”
I nod. “Mmhmm.”
He lathers soap on my body, lingering on each part. “What’s your fantasy?”
“My fantasy?”
“Yeah. Sexual fantasy. I want to make it come true for you.”
My cheeks burn. I bite my lip.
“After what we just did, you can’t tell me?”
“You’ll think I’m crazy.”
“I won’t think anything of the sort. You’re perfect.” He kneels on the shower floor, soaping between my legs, cleaning me.
“For a man to do whatever he wants with me, rough me around,” I whisper, the words tumbling out.
He looks up at me. “Whatever he wants?”
“Yeah, kind of?” I’m burning up now, but I can’t stop. “I want someone to take control and not let me overthink everything in my head a hundred times. Does that make sense?”
His eyes bore into me, but he says nothing.
“Shit, I shouldn’t have said anything. I knew you’d think I was insane.” I look away, mortified. Why did I tell him that? With my first boyfriend, I tried to hint that I wanted more, that I needed more. But he looked at me like something was wrong with me. So I told him it was a joke and never talked about it again.
Ryder stands, grasping my chin and turning my face to his. “Oh, Little Trouble. Never hide anything from me. I don’t think you’re insane. I understand exactly what you want. You’re so in control of every aspect of your life, that in bed, you want someone to take away that choice. You want a man to take what he wants from you, to use your body for his needs and exploit you until you’re left empty and powerless. You want a man to fuck you inconsiderately and fill all your holes again and again until you can’t come anymore.”
