Prologue
RYDER
“Oh my God, your food is divine.” My smoking hot college professor is the perfect distraction.
“The way to a woman’s heart is through her stomach.”That’s the first memory I have. Wise words from my dad. He’s a chef, and I always knew I wanted to follow in his footsteps.
“Ry, I could drop to my knees for you just right now.”
“I’m not going to say no.”
I spent a year in Paris studying at Le Cordon Bleu, soaking up as much culinary finesse as possible, but now, I’m back in New York, slogging my way through business school. The only thing that keeps me going is the knowledge that I’ll be heading to Italy the moment I’m done. When I do this, I want to do it right, butnotfocusing on food right now is driving me stir crazy. I’ve been finding other ways to amuse myself, and tonight is no different.
“Why have I never tasted your cooking until now?”
“Only good girls get to taste me.” Her eyes darken, desire palpable in the air between us.
We’ve been fucking for a while, and this woman wants me to do some fucked-up shit to her. Obviously, that’s not where theproblem lies. My issue is with the fact that I fucking love doing all the depraved, messed-up shit she asks of me.
We’ve been stealing moments in between classes, in her office, in a random closet, anywhere really. I figured the least I could do was make her dinner. It seemed like a gentlemanly thing to do. I can’t even think it with a straight face. What I do to her could never be described as anything a gentleman would do.
“I don’t know whether I want to be chained to your bed or your kitchen, Ry.”
“I can chain you in the kitchen and fuck you until you cream for me.”
“There’s the man I’ve been trying to bring to the surface. I knew it the first time you looked at me.”
“Knew what?” I say as I start unbuttoning her blouse and slipping it off her shoulders. I let it slide to her wrists before capturing them and twisting the blouse so tight her hands are immobilized behind her back.
“That you have a dark side. You’re a perfect candidate for training.” Now she’s just rambling.
“Keep your mouth shut and open your legs.”
“Yes… Sir.”Fuck me. The moment it leaves her lips, my cock is rock-hard, almost painful with the need to fuck her.
She spreads her legs, showcasing the small scrap of lace that passes for panties. I already know, as I slip my hand under the fabric, that she’s going to be soaking wet, and she doesn’t disappoint. Thrusting two fingers inside her, she’s tight as a drum and ready to be pushed to the limit.
She loves being teased. “Jesus, you’ve got a greedy little cunt.”
“Yes… oh God, yes… Ry.”
I pull out, leaving her wanting more. “Why are you stopping? That felt so good.”
“You didn’t address me properly, Ms. Lennon,” I say as I smear the evidence of her arousal on her lips.
She’s panting in reply. “And what would you like me to call you?”
“Sir is sufficient. Now, tell me whose cock you want.”
“Yours, Sir. Please.” I grab a condom from my back pocket and hold it to her mouth.
“Tear it open with your teeth.” She does as I ask, my cock aching for release as I roll on the condom, move her panties to the side, and position myself at her entrance.
As I take her in one hard thrust, she cries out for more. “Put your hand around my throat.”
Jesus, this woman is into some fucked-up kink, but the second I oblige, a blast of power surges through me, adrenaline coursing through my veins as I hold her very breath in my hands. Her pussy clenches around my cock, and she has a blissed-out look on her face as I choke her.
It’s such a fucking rush as I hammer into her, applying just enough pressure to make her squirm and come so hard she pulls me over the edge with her. I’ve never experienced an orgasm that intense in my life. Fuck me.
