“Ow,” I rub my sore ass cheek while pouting.
“That’s from myonebrain cell,” he cocks his eyebrow, daring me to comment, but my pursed lips are my only reply.
“I—I was just thinking that I’ve never felt myself change when we get physical with each other. Why didn’t I notice before?”
“It’s because I have a bomb ass pussy,” I tease and Ryker tackles me to the bed.
“It is definitely a bomb ass pussy, I won’t deny that. But I need to know something.” His voice takes on a somber tone as his eyes plead with me to take him seriously. I wipe my cocky smirk off my face to replace it with an open and responsive one.
“Anything,” I say, giving him a reassuring smile.
“So, since you can see the real me, do you—” his voice breaks and he clears it as his eyes dart down for a second. “I mean, can we try something?” he hesitates, not meeting my eyes.
“Sure. What do you need?” I ask, not sure what I could do to help but willing to try.
“Can you think of a kink, something you would want from me. Some people want a jock or a nerdy guy or someone with gills,” he says and my eyes bug out. “I want to see if I change for you, like I do for others,” he hurries to explain, and I suppress a laugh knowing that this means a lot to him.
“Okay. I’ll try.” I close my eyes and try to picture Ryker differently but my mind draws a blank. Ryker more nerdy or buffed out? No thank you, we could just dress up to do that. Oh! role-playing! That could be kinky. I sit thinking of all the sexual roles we can do like a professor and student, doctor and patient, or an officer and criminal until Ryker speaks up.
“Rez, what are you thinking of that has that goofy smile on your face?” I can hear the humor in his words and peek at him with one eye.
“I’m trying to do what you asked,” I admit and giggle when he cocks an eyebrow my way.
“Oh really? I doubt that because I’m not changing,” he points out and I open both eyes and shrug.
“Well, I tried. I just can’t picture you any other way but the way you are now. The only thing I could picture was us trying some outfits and role-playing,” I admit, wiggling my eyebrows.
“That’s something I’m definitely down for, but can you really see all my tattoos and nothing changes for you?” I nod and he looks away while he plays with his lip ring. “And—and you like what you see?”
It’s plain to see that this new revelation is new to him and he’s insecure, so I decide to throw him a bone. Not the type he’s sporting and currently digging into my hip.
“Yes,” I smile and push on his arm playfully. “I wouldn’t want you looking any other way, except for having a ball gag in your mouth,” I tease, pursing my lips and trying to waggle my brows. I probably look like a spaz, but it gets my point across when he narrows his eyes and raises his hand like he’s going to spank me again. “Stop!” I giggle and grab his hand. I make a point of running my eyes down his chest and up to his eyes. “I like the view,” I mimic biting him. “And your tatts? I can see every single one of them, even got a glimpse of the new one behind your ear,” I admit.
“What new one behind my ear? I don’t have any past the all seeing eye of protection on my neck.” He slips out of my hand and leans over to search inside his bedside table and that’s when I see the new tattoo clear as day.
Aww shit!
He grabs a mirror and jumps out of bed, running to the bathroom. There’s no point in following him because a memory surfaces, and I know what he will see.
Pestilence steps forward in his red cloak and places a hand on my eyes. My body stops convulsing as I hang there, suspended in a sea of black emptiness, still burning from the inside out.His words come out clear this time around.“The veil of deceit of thy enemies shall be revealed.”
Right behind his ear is a tattoo of a white horse. The rider is wearing a blood red cape, a crown and carrying a bow and arrow. “How the fuck did that get there?” I hear him yell from his bathroom and I shrink under the covers. Should I tell him that the same thing happened to Levi when we got busy?
Oh my God! What if it’s a magical STD?
I quickly dismiss that because if that was the case, JP and Knots would have had one.What the hell is going on?Before I can think more about it, Ryker saunters out of the bathroom butt-ass naked, and all thoughts leave me as I see he’s ready for another round. Damn, I want to lick him.
“Yep, that’s a new one, but I’m not complaining. I love the four horsemen and think it’s pretty cool to be rocking one of them. Plus, all my tattoos do something, so I guess we’ll have to wait to find out what this one does.” He holds up a black silk blindfold and sends me a smirk, “Wanna play Pictionary with our tongues?”
One second I have a shirt on, the next I’m naked and spread eagle in front of Ryker. Can one die from too much sex? I’ll volunteer as tribute. It’s only right for me to sacrifice my life for the knowledge of the world.
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SLOB ON MY KNOB
Rez
When I wake up in the dreamscape or whatever this is, I find myself in a new place. Gone is the dark, damp room with sparse furniture. Instead, I find a conscious Lynx strapped to a small bed by his ankle in what looks like a small jail cell. He at least has better accommodations, but it’s still no bigger than a fucking closet.
