“It’s not bad, but it’s not exactly common. It could mean that you’re a masochist, so we could explore that more in the future, if you’d like.”
And just like that, he’s back to clinical, professional Ryker. After what we just did, I could have sworn there was something more to this than just a teacher/student arrangement, but clearly I was wrong. I know I agreed to his terms of things not getting sexual, but my desire for him has already grown. After just one scene, I feel connected to him in a way that I’ve never felt with anyone. But it’s clear he doesn’t feel the same.
“Sure, I’d like that,” I tell him, while trying to school my disappointment.
He nods and hands me a bottle of water, while simultaneously helping me to my feet. “Drink this and see how you feel. We’ll stay here until you feel steady on your feet, and then we’ll head home.”
I nod and sit on the foot of the bed.
We spend the next twenty minutes in silence before leaving the way we came to go back to his place.
23
Arabella
It’s been a few days since we left what I now know as the VIP room at Gravity. We rode home in near silence, aside from a little small talk. Ryker asked me, more than once, if I was okay. I said ‘yes,’ but I still feel confused by it. Between my emotions running wild and the overwhelming sensations he caused, it's a lot to process. I know I should talk to him about it, but I can’t bring myself to do it just yet.
We’ve settled into a bit of a routine, where we do our own things during the day, and I go to work with him at night. Lather, rinse, repeat.
I’ve been laying in bed all morning, naked, unable to get the other night out of my head. I can feel a prickle of arousal creep up on me at the reminder of how he had me positioned in front of him. I have mixed feelings about being blindfolded, only because I desperately wanted to see his face after he ordered me to stick my ass in the air. I was embarrassed and self-conscious, but also so fucking wet.
I never let men see me in such a vulnerable state. I’m not small and I can’t take the judgment. But I didn’t feel that with him. I could feel the desire radiating off him and the low growl in his voice was hard to miss.
I reach over and pull my mini vibe from its new home in the nightstand. It’s red, shaped like lipstick and does the job well when I need something quick.
It buzzes to life with the quick press of a button. Fuck, is it louder than the last time I used it? Pushing that inconvenient worry out of my head, because horniness feels like it trumps everything else right now, I click it onto its highest setting with a consistent buzz. I don’t have the patience for dub-step right now. That’s not true. I never want dub-step settings and am convinced they were created by the devil himself.
Snaking it down my body and under the covers, I drag it lightly over my mound as I spread my pussy lips with my other hand. I suck in a breath the second it makes contact with my clit.
Moving in tiny circles, I can already feel pressure coiling in my core as my orgasm starts to take form. I close my eyes and picture him standing at the foot of the bed, watching me take care of myself, and encouraging me to keep going. To put on a show for him.
I see his icy blue eyes in my mind, pupils wide with arousal. He tells me what agood little slutI am for him. I want to be his slut, his whore, his good girl–his everything. My breath quickens as a tightening in my lower belly takes hold. Oh my god, I need to come so bad.
Knock. Knock.
Fuck. What the ever loving fuckity fuck. Did he hear me? Oh my god.
Turning off the vibrator and pulling the covers closer to my neck, I answer, “Come in.”
Ryker
I had a feeling she was a natural submissive, but nothing could have prepared me for the reality of seeing her firsthand… on her knees, submitting to me in the most beautiful way. I know I told her we needed to keep sex out of this, but watching her that night, taking the pain I gave her and then coming from it… I had to hold myself back from crossing the line I fucking drew. I nearly came in my damn pants at the sight.
When we came home that night, aside from some small talk, she didn’t say much. I checked on her a couple more times, and she insisted she was okay, but she was already in her head again. The scene seemed to help, but she may need more than that to have any lasting effect.
I’ve scened with women in the past, but what I experienced with Arabella, was like none of them. I’ve been a Dom for so long, and know what I want in a sub. A large part of the reason I’m still single after all these years is because I’ve never felt that spark. I can find subs at Gravity, but these days it’s not easy to find someone that takes Dominance and submission seriously and I have zero interest in fucking aroundorfinding out.
It’s early afternoon and she’s yet to come out of her room. I decide to knock, because we need to talk. I need to know more about what’s going on in her life. I shouldn't have taken things so far the other night, until we'd had a chance to talk more. I knew she was overwhelmed, and I didn’t want to make it worse after we left, and risk undoing any relief she managed to find. But now, it’s time.
As I approach her door, I hear a faint noise I don’t recognize. Is she on the phone? I know I shouldn’t eavesdrop, but mycuriosity gets the best of me, so I lean in, wondering who she may be talking to.
It doesn’t take long before I realize she’snoton the phone at all. That's clearly a vibrator, and she’s masturbating. Holy hell. I should leave her to it, but I’m filled with an unfamiliar emotion that I can only equate to jealousy. I’m jealous of her fucking vibrator because it gets to touch what I’m sure is a very gorgeous cunt. I’m also filled with anger that she’s denying me the pleasure of watching her come again. I know it’s not fair of me to have these feelings, but I’m no longer thinking with my brain. My painfully hard cock is definitely in charge.
So, I knock. It takes her a second to answer, likely a result of the panic that she’s been busted.
“Come in,” she whimpers in a breathy voice.
Turning the knob, I open the door and step inside. I could play coy right now and pretend I don’t know what she was doing to herself, but my dick doesn’t have the patience for games. I shut the door behind me and lean against it. She’s got the sheet up to her neck, like that’ll protect her. I can see the fucking flush on her cheeks from here.
