I reached out, placing a hand on his hip. “You belong toyourself,” I corrected. “But… if you want me toownyou when the mood strikes, then that’s something I can do.” I gripped his hip a little tighter. “Is that what you want, pup?”
Ryder whined with need, the sound going straight to my cock. “Yes, sir. More than anything.”
I couldn’t help but smile. “Well, then I think it’s time you got a little reward, don’t you think?”
Chapter 15
Ryder
Connor stood up, stepping closer until his chest pressed against mine. I let out a small whine as my cock dug into the fabric of his jeans, the friction wonderful, but not what I really wanted. He reached up, carefully wrapping a hand around the back of my neck, and pulled me into a kiss. Not just any kiss either, but the kind that made my heart race and my breath catch. The world around me melted away until there was nothing but Connor, his lips, and the sensation of his tongue dancing against my own.
My fingers tangled in the fabric of his shirt as I melted into him, desperate for more contact. Connor’s hand tightened on my neck, not enough to hurt but enough to remind me who was in control. It made my cock throb against the steel ring.
When he finally broke the kiss, I was panting, my lips tender and my body on fire. He studied my face with those intense brown eyes, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
“On your knees,” he commanded softly.
I dropped immediately, the hardwood floor unforgiving as the denim pooled around my knees, but I didn’t care. Looking up at him from this position felt right. It felt like I was exactly where I belonged, in service to a man who wanted to use me for hispleasure. Connor towered over me, his broad shoulders blocking out the fading light from the window.
“Such an eager boy,” he murmured, running his thumb along my bottom lip. “Is this what you’ve been wanting all this time? To be on your knees for me?”
“Yes,” I whispered, not even embarrassed by how quickly I answered. “God, yes.”
He unbuckled his belt slowly, the leather sliding through the loops with a soft hiss that made my mouth water. I watched, transfixed, as he unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper. My heart hammered against my ribs as he pushed his underwear down, finally freeing his cock.
I couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped me. He was beautiful—thick and long, the head already glistening with precum. There was a thick vein running right down the top of his shaft like a Snickers bar. I’d never wanted to taste someone so badly in my life.
“Open,” Connor said, his voice deeper now, rougher with desire and dominance.
I parted my lips eagerly, my eyes never leaving his as he guided his cock to my mouth. The first touch of him against my tongue made me moan. He tasted like salt and musk and man, and I wantedmore.
“Slow,” he cautioned, one hand cupping my jaw while the other threaded through my hair. “We’ve got time. Take me inch by inch.”
I followed his instruction, forcing myself to go slowly when all I wanted was to swallow him whole. I worked my way down his shaft, my tongue tracing the thick vein, savoring the weight of him on my tongue.
“That’s it,” he praised, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Such a good boy.”
His words sent a rush of pleasure through me. I’d never been particularly into dirty talk before, but hearing Connor’s deep voice tell me I was good made me feel like I was floating. I took him deeper, relaxing my throat as I’d learned to do years ago.
“Christ,” Connor groaned as I swallowed around him. “Look at you, taking me so well.”
I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder as I pulled back, then pushed forward again. I found a rhythm, working him with my mouth and hand in tandem, determined to make this good for him. To show him that I could be good for him. To prove that I could be exactly what he needed.
His hand guided me, setting a slow, methodical pace. When I tried to speed up, desperate to please him, his grip tightened in warning.
“Patience,” he murmured. “This isn’t a race.”
I whimpered around his length but obeyed, forcing myself to slow down. I’d never been with someone who took such complete control before. Usually, my hookups were frantic, both of us racing toward release like we were afraid the other might change their mind. Half the time I never even got to see the dick that fucked me. But Connor wasn’t rushing. He was savoring this and savoring me, fucking my face with slow, methodical strokes.
The thought made my neglected cock throb. I was so hard it hurt, the ring making everything more intense. I reached down to touch myself, but Connor clicked his tongue.
“Hands behind your back,” he ordered.
I immediately complied, clasping my hands behind me. The position made me feel even more vulnerable, more at his mercy. My cock bobbed heavily between my legs, desperate for attention it wasn’t going to get. He pulled his cock out of my mouth for just a moment, stepping behind me.
For half a second, I thought he was going to fuck me, my cock straining against the steel ring with delight. But then I heardhis buckle and felt the thick leather against my wrists. With one practiced movement he bound my hands behind my back. The shiver of delight that ran through me was downright sinful.
“Good boy,” he praised, stepping in front of me once more and pushing his cock into my mouth. I moaned around him, the vibration making him hiss with pleasure. I’d never felt so alive.
