“Why not? I’m standing here, naked, asking you to show me your world, and you’re saying no.”
He starts pacing the room, running his hands through his thick, dirty blond hair, making it look freshly fucked, and it’s all I can do not to fall to my knees for him and beg.
“Because if I fuck you, you’re mine. You can think I’m a Neanderthal, but this is who I am. Don’t you understand?” he says, barreling toward me, gripping my shoulders. “You fucking own me! Asking you not to be an escort isn’t because I think badly of you… it’s because I cannot and will not have any man think he can buy you. You’re a fucking goddess, Aspen. If you let me punish you tonight. If you let me fuck you. I won’t be able to walk away. I’ll make you mine no matter the cost. You hold all the power over me, baby girl. I want you more than my next breath, and I’m giving you the chance to walk away right now. Not because I think you’re trash, but because I know I’m not a man worthy of your love. I’m not the good guy. I want to do despicable things to you, and I want you towantit. I fucking love you.”
Without another word, I lower myself to my knees, spreading my legs with my hands behind my head and my eyes to the floor. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Fucking hell.You are breathtaking.”
“Punish me as you see fit, Sir.” I can hear him walking away, my heart thundering in my chest as I fight to keep my eyes cast down.
“In this lifestyle, we sign contracts. What you are and aren’t open to. A guarantee that I will never push you beyond your limits. That you will trust me to train you to become my submissive. It’s not something to be taken lightly. You have towantthis.”
“I want to learn, Sir.”
“We will sit down tomorrow and go over every detail. Tonight, I will give you a taste. Do you want to find out just how delicious it feels when I punish you with the crop?”
“Yes.”
I can feel him moving closer, my body vibrating with need. Without warning, I feel the sharp snap of the crop against my pussy, and I can’t contain the moan that escapes me.
“I think you meant, ‘Yes, Sir.’ That’s another lash added to your punishment.” A thrill courses through me, outweighing the sliver of fear in the pit of my stomach.
“Sorry, Sir.”
“Stand up.” I jump to my feet, my unease at being naked before him fading away as I see his cock straining against his unbuttoned pants.
Without another word, he offers his hand, leading me over to the bed. My mind is racing, taking in everything around me. It looks similar to Mistress’s room. There’s a wooden cross on the far wall and a bed big enough for four on the other.
“Lie on the bed, legs and arms wide.” God, his voice even sounds different in here. Dark, rasping, menacing. It tantalizes my senses as I crawl onto the bed and position myself as he requests. I’m so aroused right now I can hardly stand it. He knows what he’s doing by having me spread my legs. I’m unable to quell the growing ache. I could come from one brush of his hand.
“I’m going to tie your arms and legs. I need your consent.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” The way he growls makes me desperate to please him and hear him say it again.
He pulls cuffs from each corner of the bed before caressing each leg as he restrains me. When I can no longer move my legs, he moves up to my arms, repeating the process as the scent of his cologne hangs in the air.
When I can no longer move an inch, Ryder moves to the bottom of the bed, devouring me with his eyes, the leather crop in his hand.
“Oh, you are soaked, baby girl. Look at you, spread wide for me, the evidence of your arousal dripping from your cunt, and I haven’t even started. Have you got a greedy little cunt?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You’re learning. Tonight is just a taste of what I can give you, Aspen. You will receive two strikes for neglecting to tell me you were an escort. You will receive another two for going to Mistress Genevieve’s private room. And lastly, you will receive a strike for failing to call me Sir. Do you give your consent?”
“Yes, Sir.” I close my eyes, unable to look at him as I ask for his punishment.
“Eyes on me. I want you to see as your cunt takes every hit.” He trails the tip of the crop from my ankle, all the way up my leg until he ghosts a touch over my pussy. He then shows it to me, slick with my arousal.
“Such a dirty girl.” He darts his tongue out to lick the crop, and I turn my face in embarrassment.
“Watch me taste you. You’re fucking delicious. When I’m done with your punishment, I’m going to bury my face in your wet little cunt and watch you scream for me.” I can’t move, and it’s only making me more aroused as he moves to the side of the bed. “Now, you will count each strike. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” What the fuck am I doing right now, and why am I so turned on by this? I’ve never done anything remotely kinky in my life, and yet I’m desperate for this man.
He administers the first strike, harder than expected, but wickedly satisfying.
