Nobody's Lost (Rescue Me Saga #5) (32 page)

She moved her hand away, and he spanked her two more times, once on each cheek. Then his hand was rubbing away some of the sting, and she relaxed. Was it over?

His fingers pulled the thong aside and he skimmed them down her butt crack to her vagina. She wiggled against his hand when he slid a finger inside her. He slipped in easily. So wet. Thank God.

He pulled out and entered her again.

“Just two fingers, Baby. Relax and breathe. Let’s try three. That’ll be closer to what my cock will feel like inside you.”

From what she’d seen, not close enough, but when he pushed inside, she enjoyed the fullness. She pressed back onto his hand wanting more.

“Eager, are we?”

He pulled out again and slid between her folds to where he teased her clit from its hiding place. She clenched her hands. Her body shook as he played her with his wicked, wicked fingers.
Please, put them inside me again
. He continued to stroke her clit instead, building her to a frenzy of want. Need.

“Stand up.” He helped her to her feet and stood as well. “Reach out in front of you. I want your hands holding onto the towels you placed on the bench.” She found the towels and gripped them tightly. “Bend over, Baby.”

Was he going to paddle her again? Despite the sting, her body hummed with tension making her feel wetter. She waited and thought she heard him unscrewing something. Must be taking a break for some water. She still felt hydrated from the bottle she drank earlier and knew she’d be out of here soon. While waiting, she did some Kegel exercises to prepare for the time when his penis would be inside her. She wanted to make it good for him, too.

“So wet for me, Baby.” She tamped down a giggle thinking this wasn’t the place for it. He drew her wetness to her clit again. His erection slid along the slit of her sex. Pulling the G-string out of the way, he rubbed his penis up and down her cleft. Whenever he came close to her bundle of nerves, she rocked back on him, wanting more. With his finger stimulating her clit and his penis…well, everything else. She fought to catch her breath.

“Oh, God, that feels good. Don’t stop.” His fingers increased their strokes. “Oh, yes! There!” He was going to let her come. She was certain of it. “I’m close!”

Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God!

So close. She’d never felt so turned on. His penis pressed against her opening, and she started to pull away, but the hand playing with her clit held her in place. Faster. Closer.

“I can’t hold it!”

“Don’t hold back, Baby. Come for me.”

“Oh, God! Oh, God! I’m coming! Yessssss!”

She crested the peak just as a stinging pain and incredible fullness exploded inside her, but with his fingers coaxing more and more from her orgasm, it didn’t register what had caused the pain until she slowly came down from her climax and felt something long and hard slip from her vagina.

That had been no toy.

Ryder.

When she tried to stand up and turn around, her body began to shake. Her legs folded beneath her, but before she could hit the floor, he lifted her into his arms and pulled off her blindfold. Tears mingled with sweat, drenching her face. Relief and euphoria overcame her, and she tucked her face against the dusting of hair on his chest and wept.

“I’m sorry I hurt you, but I think it was better this way. If you expected me to come inside, you would have just tensed up, and it would have hurt worse.”

“I’m okay. I don’t know why I’m crying. You were—”

“Come on, Baby. Let’s go take a shower.”

Outside the sauna, the cool night breeze made her aware of the sweat coming from every pore of her body. He carried her inside quickly, and soon they were in his bathroom.

“Can you stand?”

She nodded, still a bit shaky, although losing her virginity hadn’t hurt as much as the paddle he’d used the first night they’d played together.

I’m no longer a virgin
. A giggle bubbled up and she gazed at Ryder who looked as if she’d suddenly lost her mind.

“Ryder, for someone who says he’s never taken a girl’s virginity before, you sure are good at it.”

“What?”

“I’ve heard how some men just charge in like bulls with no regard to the woman’s body or emotions, but you gave me an incredible orgasm first, which made all the difference.”

His body relaxed as though an unbearable weight had been removed, and he smiled. “I’m afraid that’s a skill I will have no further use for, Red.”

“You’d better believe it.” She grabbed his hand. “Now that we’ve dispensed with that, let’s shower. I have a fantasy I want you to fulfill—one of many. But let me rinse off first.” She glanced down and saw his penis had shrunk some but still had flecks of her blood on it.

A little embarrassed to have to ask, she overcame her awkwardness. “Did you come already?”

“No. I didn’t want to prolong your pain.”

She reached up and framed his face. “If you had any clue what kind of pain I’ve had down there for more than a decade, you’d know this was
nothing
in comparison. I think we still have a lot of territory to cover tonight, not the least of which is making sure you have at least as many orgasms as I do.”

*     *     *

Ryder didn’t know how to respond. She didn’t appear to be in shock, but he sure as hell was. He’d tried to combine pain and pleasure for her, but seeing her blood on his cock afterward left him feeling two extremely diverse emotions. He hated that he had caused her pain, but that was coupled with intense pride that she had chosen him to be her first. Even though he thought she was excited and wet enough to take him, he’d use lube to be sure. But nothing could have kept her from bleeding. She didn’t seem nearly as upset about it as he was.

It’s done. Move on.

God, the feeling of being inside her, even for those brief moments, made him ache to be there again, but surely she’d be a little sore after that.

She set the water to the temperature she wanted, and he followed her inside the walk-in shower he’d installed. The simulated-rain showerhead delivered the best shower ever. Not like being in a real rain shower, but if he closed his eyes…

Holy fuck
. Megan had removed the G-string. Her ginger-colored short curls invited him to reach out to seek her clit again, but she moved away.

“I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”

She grinned. “Of course not. Now, let’s wash away all this sweat.”

She gave him a bottle with Forever Red on the label, and he squirted some into his hand.

Megan.

Her scent, anyway. Jesus, he needed to keep this in stock for any time she had to be away from him.

He rubbed it between his hands and reached out to smooth it onto her breasts. He probably should have started on her arms or shoulders or back, but damned if she didn’t have the sexiest breasts he’d ever seen. and he couldn’t stop touching them.

She closed her eyes and moaned. When he brushed his thumbs over her tight peaks, she leaned closer to him, and his cock stood at attention once again. Wanting to slow things down, he squirted some more and had her turn around. Starting at her shoulders, he worked his way down her alabaster skin, pausing to pay special attention to her reddened ass. The ping-pong paddle had delivered enough of a sting to give her pleasure—and Megan did respond to spankings and paddlings with pleasure—but not as much as the smaller surface of the wooden paddle he’d used before.

She picked up his bar of deodorant soap and rubbed soap between her hands before turning toward him and covering his chest with the lather. She paid careful attention to his pecs. He saw nothing wrong with equal time, loving her touch on his chest.

When she moved lower, his cock throbbed in anticipation of being stroked. Would she? He leaned back against the wall of the shower to give her full access and let her continue to wash the sweat off him. When she reached his cock, he braced against the wall. She spent a lot of time on him, first with tentative caresses and then with bolder strokes.

When she’d finished thoroughly washing him, she wrapped her hand around his cock and pulled him toward her. He opened his eyes and saw the impish grin on her face that didn’t usually bode well. But he didn’t care. She led him under the spray of the shower, and together, they rinsed the soap off. She paid special attention to her pubic area. Better for her to do that. He’d been afraid to touch her again for fear of hurting her. Again.

When they had finished with their shower, she turned off the water and reached outside for two more towels, handing one to him. They dried off, and she kept smiling, making him wonder what she was up to.

“I’m going to have to brush out my hair. Why don’t you go open a bottle of wine? I’ll join you in bed in a few minutes.”

Wine sounded like a good idea. So did her joining him in bed. Maybe it would relax them both a bit. Ryder hung his towel over a hook on the back of the door and headed to the kitchen. He hurried back to the bedroom with his stash and lit every candle in the room to set the mood even more.

Which side would she want to sleep on? They hadn’t really discussed it.

Well, if they needed to switch, they could.

Switch sides of the bed, of course. The woman seemed to have a fantasy about tying him down.
That
wasn’t going to happen.

After pouring two liberal glasses of wine, he wondered what he should do next. The bathroom door opened. Time had run out.

He turned and watched her face light up even brighter than his candlelight surprise.

“Beautiful! How did I get so lucky?”

With her hair wet, it was a deeper red. Still sexy as sin. She walked into his embrace.

“Baby, I think I could say the same thing.”

She lifted her face toward his, and he bent to take her mouth. He grabbed a fistful of her long wet curls and his cock pulsated against her. She reached down to stroke him, as if his cock needed any encouragement. He broke away and reached for the glasses of wine. He didn’t to come in her hand and was perilously close of doing just that.

Before he could propose a toast, she did. “To many decades of exploring what turns us on and having earth-shattering orgasms.”

“I’ll definitely drink to both.” They clinked glasses, and he took a couple swallows of his wine while she downed most of hers gulp after gulp.

“I’m going to have to teach you to savor your alcohol, woman.”

She smiled up at him. “I think I need the buzz.”

To numb the pain?
He stroked her face. “I’m sure it will be gone by tomorrow.”

She cocked her head. “What will?”

“The pain.”

“Oh, I barely feel the sting anymore.”

“Not from your spanking, but…losing your virginity.”

“I was talking about the paddling. Ryder, I’m telling you, I hardly felt anything else. My virginity is gone. Let’s move on.” She placed her hands on his chest and nudged him toward the bed. “Of course, there’s one way to find out if the pain is truly gone.”

After a harder push, he lost his balance and sat down abruptly on the side of the bed where she straddled him, sitting on his erection and wiggling her ass against him.

“I need you to get me worked up again, though.”

“You want another paddling?”

She glanced over at his open toy bag. “No, but maybe I could peek inside and see what else might be fun.”

“You probably wouldn’t know what to do with most of what’s in there.”

“Then surprise me. Can you do a flogging?”

Could he ever.
“One or two floggers?”

Her eyes widended. “At a time?” She grinned. “Two must be better than one.”

“That’s called Florentine style. Assume the position at the foot of the bed.”

In no time, she was ready and waited for him. He drew a deep breath and began swinging the floggers in an attempt to find his rhythm. It had been so long. More confident, he walked over to where she awaited another ass reddening.

He stroked the falls of one flogger down her back to her ass. Gooseflesh raised along her pale skin. Using the other flogger, he caressed between her thighs. After a few minutes, he took a few steps back and threw the flogger, letting the falls thud against her ass.

“Mmmm. I like that.”

He repeated with the other and built up a rhythm as he alternated his throws, raining thuddy blows against her ass. She reddened fast but could be redder. Stepping back, he let the tips of the falls sting her ass as he picked up the pace.

“Ach! Oh, God!”

While her mind told her the sting hurt, her body responded in delightful ways. She began pushing her ass closer to him in anticipation of upcoming blows. After several more minutes, he stopped and walked over to her. He draped the floggers over the footboard and reached between her legs.

Wet. “You liked that, didn’t you?”

“Oh, yes, Sir. I really did.” Her breathy voice turned him on. “I think floggers are my favorite toy so far.”

He chuckled. The list of things she enjoyed continued to grow—and paled in comparison to the list they’d have in a few days.

He pried her hands loose from the footboard before picking her up and carrying her to the bed. He laid her down toward the center and stretched out beside her. His fingers pinched her nipple before skimming over her belly to her mound. After playing with her clit, he slipped two fingers inside her.

She winced, making him worry. Then she smiled and met his gaze. “I hardly noticed it.”

“Such a brave one.”

“No, your wife is horny. Lie on your back.”

He wasn’t sure what she had in mind, but rolled onto his back. When she moved to straddle him, he held her waist. “What are you doing?”

“I read on my erotica site that I have more control if I’m on top.”

He grinned. “No complaints here.” She seated herself over his erection. He throbbed, and she wiggled against him. He reached for the soft curls between her legs stroking her clit hood with his thumb. When she reached for the headboard, stretching out over him, he lifted his head and took her nipple between his teeth. He tugged at the peak, and she hissed. He repeated with the other one.