“One… Sir.”
“Good girl.” I take another hit.
“Two… Sir.”
“You don’t have permission to come while I punish you.”
“I…” He strikes again. “Three, Sir. I’m so close. I can’t stop it.”
“Do not speak outside of counting unless given permission.”
“Four, Sir.” I’m on the brink of orgasm, my eyes fixed on where the leather connects with my most intimate flesh.
“Five… Sir.” My whole body begins to shake, taken to the edge in a way it never has, as every nerve ending in my body sings with desire.
Before I can catch my breath, Ryder drops the crop and moves to the bottom of the bed, making quick work of releasing my legs before crawling onto the bed, kissing his way up one leg and then the other, just shy of where I ache for him.
“Such a pretty shade of pink.” He presses a ghost of a kiss to my entrance. “You did so well.” Another kiss, this time over my clit, his tongue darting out to tease me.
“Please.”
“Tell me what you want.” He drives me wild as his tongue takes me in one long, languorous lick. “This?”
“Oh God, yes.”
He pulls back, leaving me bereft. “He has nothing to do with this. Did you forget something?”
“Yes, Sir. Please. I need you.”
“You’re fucking soaked, and you taste every bit as good as I remember. How close are you?” I can feel his breath on my skin, my orgasm balancing on a hair trigger.
“So close, Sir. It hurts. Please.”
“I do love to hear you beg, baby girl.” He buries his head between my thighs, sucking on my clit before writing a Shakespearean sonnet with his tongue. “Come for me.”
I detonate as his tongue fucks me, my black and white life exploding into Technicolor as he sends me cascading over the edge, relentless as he pushes me to orgasm, over and over again.
My wrists are still in restraints as I writhe beneath his ministrations.
“Good girl, squirting for me.”
I drop my head to the side, embarrassed.
“Don’t you dare look away. You’re fucking gorgeous, and squirting is a huge turn-on.”
Before I can say anything, he’s up off the bed, shrugging out of his pants, letting them drop to the floor. Holy mother of God, he’s hot. He’s cut in all the right places, and his cock is so hard right now that it sends a thrill down my spine at the thought of him filling me.
“See something you like?” he asks with a devious grin.
We’ve slept together before, but I feel like I’m seeing him for the first time tonight—the real him. “I need you, Sir.”
His eyes darken as he crawls onto the bed, straddling me as he removes the wrist restraints. His lips crash down on mine as he positions himself at my entrance and takes me in one hard thrust. “Fuck, Aspen. You were made for me.” He circles his hips, seating himself to the hilt before groaning in my ear. “Made. For. Me.”
I run my hands over his taut shoulders and down his back, cupping his ass as he continues to move, setting my body on fire once more. I could spend the rest of my life in this room with him and die a happy woman.
Nothing else matters in this moment. There is only us and the way our bodies move together, undulating as his lips find mine. We are one as we drive each other to the edge of ecstasy, teasing until we can’t stand it any longer, desperate to find release in one another. When it comes, I can’t help screaming his name.
“Oh God! Yes, Ryder… Sir.”
