“I… I’m so close, Sir.”
“I’m not done with you, baby girl. I am just getting started. I want you to see yourself through their eyes. Through mine. Watch the effect you have on this room, but when I tell you to come, your eyes better be on me.”
It’s hard to take my eyes off him as he continues to lick and flick my clit, dipping his tongue into my pussy, driving me to the edge once more.
“Watch,” he commands.
I turn my head to the side, a woman on her knees, sucking her Dom’s cock as his stare is fixed on me, where Ryder fucks me with his mouth. I move to the next couple, realizing it isGenevieve with a male submissive railing her ass as she watches me through hooded lashes.
Similar sights are all around, eyes on me in every direction, and a jolt of electricity shoots straight to my core as Ryder says the three words I’m longing to hear.
“Come for me.” I detonate as he continues to kiss my pussy, my legs shaking as he pulls back, grabbing the champagne bottle.
“Do you remember what I told you I would do to you, Aspen?”
“Yes, Sir. You said you would fuck me with the bottle.” As the words leave my lips, he thrusts it inside me, the neck cool and unforgiving as he pushes farther, stretching me as I take more of the bottle.
“That’s it, baby girl. Take it like the greedy little submissive you are. You can take more.”
He keeps a firm grip but continues to edge it in farther.
“You can give me another climax.” His thrusts are even. Measured. Perfectly timed to whip me into a frenzied haze as my legs begin to tremble once more.
“Oh God, yes… Sir.”
“Tell them who’s your Master as you come for me, baby girl.”
“You’re my Master. Only you. I’m yours, Sir.”
“Fucking right you are.” I crash over the edge, but this time Ryder doesn’t give me the chance to ride the aftershocks, tossing the bottle to the floor before unbuckling his belt and unleashing his rock-hard cock.
Without another word, he positions himself at my entrance, his cock like steel encased in velvet. He seats himself to the hilt before slipping his hand around my throat. As he applies just enough pressure to make me squirm, he leans in. “You’re mine.” It’s a litany of worship on his lips. “You’re mine.”
My head starts to swim as he pushes my body to the brink of release before loosening his grip. He does it again and again as he sets a punishing rhythm, fucking me so hard it hurts in the best possible way. In this moment, skin-to-skin, we are one, moving in sync, as my vision starts to blur. I throw my head back, loving the way he claims me as his, knowing he is mine.
I relax into the sensation of his hand wrapped around my throat. I crave the edge of gasping for breath. This is what one hundred percent trust looks like. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that Ryder will keep me safe.
As I writhe underneath him, he takes the chain of my nipple clamps in his free hand. “Are you ready to give me one last orgasm, baby girl?”
He loosens his grip on my throat just long enough for me to croak out, “Yes, Sir.” His fingers curl around my neck with a little more force than before, my eyes starting to blur as he chases release, pounding into me with wild abandon. There is only us, together.
“Come for me, baby girl.” As I crash over the edge with him, he yanks on the clamps, pulling them free. It’s an intense sting, painful yet pleasurable, as my release rips right through me. His hand is still firm around my throat. “Fuck, Aspen. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I moan his name as we ride out the aftershocks as if we’re the only two people in the room. When I remember that we’re not alone, I don’t even care that I’m naked. I am in the arms of the man I love, and that’s all that matters to me.
Ryder nuzzles at my neck, and his words of affirmation soothe every fiber of my being. “You did so well. You are stunning.” He presses featherlight kisses along my collarbone. “You’re such a good girl.”
He relinquishes his hold on me just long enough to grab my dress and help me slip it on before scooping me up into his arms and heading for the elevator. “Where are we going?”
“My private room. You need aftercare. I don’t mind others watching you splinter under my ministration, but I won’t share the intimacy of aftercare as your Dominant.”
By the time we reach his room, my eyes are heavy, my body exhausted after multiple orgasms.
He sets me down on the bed before heading for the bathroom. I can hear the water running in the shower, and I wonder if I’ve got the strength to stand.
I come to as Ry lifts me into his arms. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Letting my head rest on his broad, muscled chest, I breathe him in. “Yes, Sir.”
