“That’s it, baby girl, take me like a good girl.” His voice is dark, raspy, and capable of pushing me over the edge. “Now, don’t come until I tell you.”
“I can’t stop. It feels too good.”
“Youwillwait because I control your pleasure, Aspen. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” I would say anything right now for one more thrust of his hips, to feel his cock hitting just the right spot to make me forget my name.
My legs begin to shake as he sets a punishing rhythm, chasing his release as I teeter on the edge of mine, knowing it will completely destroy me when it comes.
His lips find mine in a frenzied kiss, his tongue fucking me in the same rhythm as his cock, tantalizing all my senses at once. I can’t get enough of him—the way his skin feels against mine, and the scent of sex clinging to us both as Ryder takes me to the edge, over and over again before pulling back.
When I’m not sure I can hold back any longer, Ryder rears up, grabbing my hips before slamming into me, again and again, his body so perfect as he hammers me with his cock.
“Come for me, baby girl. Let me hear you scream.”
“Oh fuck! Yes… Sir. Oh God, Sir. Yes… yes…yes!” I detonate around him, milking his orgasm as my pussy clenches around him, my legs shaking with the torrent of pleasure coursing through every fiber of my being.
“Jesus Christ, Aspen. Fuck. You’re mine.” His orgasm takes hold, his lips finding mine once more as we ride out the aftershocks together before he collapses on the bed at my side. It’s not until I remember I can’t move my hands that cold realization dawns.
What I just let him do to me. What he said.You’re mine. What he didn’t add was,bought and paid for.
“Can you untie my hands?”
“Say please.”
“Untie me now.” His blissful, sexy smirk is gone, his brow furrowed as he reaches up to loosen his tie.
“Talk to me, Aspen. Did I hurt you?”
I scramble off the bed, quickly grabbing my dress and slipping into it. I don’t have time to put on underwear, so I stuff it in my purse. I have to get out of here now. All of a sudden, I’m claustrophobic, my throat constricting as I choke out the words.
“I guess you were right. I am a whore.”
Chapter 18
RYDER
Her words hit me like a ton of bricks.
“What? Wait.”
“Congratulations. You’re the first client I’ve ever slept with, so I guess I really am a whore.” Her words enrage me.
“You’re not a fucking whore.” I jump out of bed and follow her out into the living room, naked as the day I was born. She turns on her heel, venom on her tongue.
“You don’t get to choose who I’m a whore for. The guy you saw me with that night was a nice man. He always treated me with respect and never asked anything else of me.”
“You see me the same as that guy? What we have is…”
“Is nothing. Just because you paid double for me doesn’t make you any different than that guy. At least he always made me feel good about myself. You’ve just proven that I’m the whore you proclaimed me to be.”
“You could’ve said no at any time. I didn’t force you to sleep with me, and I definitely didn’t expect it because I paid to spend the evening with you. You wouldn’t talk to me. This was the only way to get you in the same room. I didn’t intend for our evening to end this way.”
“You brought me to a hotel where you had a room ready and waiting.” She stomps to the door and out into the hallway, but I follow her, leaving my dignity behind.
“My floors are being refinished this week. I’m staying here while the new stain dries.”
“Bullshit. You’re a depraved sex pot, and I’m the one left feeling like trash.”
