Rough Ryder (10 page)

      
              He chuckled at her response.  He lowered his head licking over her nipple with the tip of his tongue.  She jerked, pulling at the ropes with her arms and legs.  He ran his tongue over the other nipple and again, she pulled at her restraints.  “Stop!”  She screamed.

     
              “Stop isn’t in my vocabulary.  Stop doesn’t always mean stop.  What were you doing tonight?” 

     
              He tipped her nipple again.  “Nothing.  Jesus Christ!  Nothing.”

     
              “That’s better but not good enough.  Where did you go?”

     
              “To a bar.  We danced and had a few drinks.”  She was panting already and he hadn’t even fucked her yet.  The truth of it was as much as those clamps bit into her flesh, her pussy had never throbbed and wanted a cock more than it did right now.

     
              “Good girl.”  He began kissing, working his way down.  Dipping his tongue into her navel she arched her back up.

     
              “Please.”  She was begging.  Her skin was on fire. 

     
              “Please what?”  She could feel his smile against her skin.

     
              “Please, I need to come.”

     
              “From this minute on, you will address me as sir.  So… your answer needs to be, Please, I need to come, sir.”

     
              “Please, I need to come, sir.”

      
              “Good girl.”  His mouth went straight to her snatch.  His lips curling around her erect nub as he thrust two fingers violently inside her.  She screamed as her orgasm hit her quicker than she had anticipated.  There was no warning, just boom, it was there.

      
              She bucked her hips, trying to get away from him.  But his strong, free hand was too much for her as he pushed her back down, holding her there as she struggled to get free from his touch.

      
              “Stop, seriously stop!  It’s too much.  I can’t take it.”  She was begging as her next orgasm crashed on her.  Same result, she bucked against him.  This time, he released the suction he had on her clit and pulled his fingers out of her.  Her body collapsed against the mattress as the orgasm rippled through her skin.

      
              When it passed, she opened her eyes.  Staring back into his.  “Your eyes are glazed over.  Did you know they do that when you come?”

      
              She shook her head. 

      
              “Now we need to discuss safe words.  Don’t, doesn’t work.  Don’t doesn’t always mean don’t.  Pick one word that you would never use unless you absolutely could not take another second.  Choose wisely.  It won’t be something you can take back.”  He knew he should have asked her to choose a safe word from the beginning, but he knew if he didn’t get her to relax, she wouldn’t have chosen one at all.

      
              He watched as tears began to burn her eyes.  His brows wrinkled.  What was it she was thinking of that would cause her that kind of emotional pain. 

“Family.”
  She whispered.

     
              He had no clue why she had chose that word, but she apparently had a good reason.  He could see the hurt in her eyes.  It was something that tugged at his chest.  His lips tenderly came down on hers.  Brushing against hers.  Waiting for her to respond to him.  When her mouth opened, he took it as an invitation and tasted her mouth.  His tongue caressing with hers.

      
              She pushed her head up, wanting more from him.  It was then he knew she had came back from where ever it was that she had gone.  He gave her what she needed before pulling away and smiling down at her.  He looked up at her wrist, checking the rope before moving down to her ankles and doing the same.

     
              She watched him as he moved around her.  Her lungs begging for more air.  Her body begging to be filled. 

     
              He had the intention of introducing her to the flogger but he couldn’t push her tonight.  He never wanted to see that look in her eye again.  It caused a tug and ache that he had never experienced before.  Even with his past.  He had never felt like this. 

     
              He removed the ropes from her ankles.  He could see the confusion flash in her eyes. 

“I left a mark on you.”  He rubbed his hands over the red marks the rope had left during her struggles.  When he was sure she was ok
ay, he pushed each ankle, placing them flat against the mattress with her knees bent up.

      
              She watched as he reached in the bag and pulled out a condom, tossing it down on the bed.  He pulled at his shirt, removing it quickly.  He popped open his jeans, slid down the zipper and then pushed down on his jeans.  His cock that had been straining against the roughness of the zipper, was now plunging forward as if he had a mind of his own.

      
              She licked her lips at the sight in front of her.  She didn’t know why, but the tiny drop of precum on the tip of his cock shined, and she wanted a taste.

     
              “I take it you like what you see then?”

     
              She nodded her head, hearing his chuckle as she kept her gaze lock on what she wanted.

     
              “Another time.”  He rolled on the condom and was between her legs before she knew what was happening.  “Right now, I’m going to fuck you hard.  So hard that your gonna beg me not to make you come any more.”

      
              With that said, he plunged deep inside her until his pelvis rubbed against her erect nub.  Her body clenched around him.  He stayed still, allowing her time to adjust to him stretching her.

      
              He pulled back to thrust when a voice called from beyond the wall.  “Ryder, you in here?”  Mel was calling out.

     
              “Damn it!”  He cursed.  “Yeah.”

      
              Trinket’s eyes raced to the door when she heard the pressure against it. 

      
              “Okay, well apparently you’re not alone.  I’ll just come back later.  Trinket when you have a minute, I need to talk to you.”

       
              Trinkets mouth gaped open then she stuttered out her reply.  “Okay.” 

       
              When her eyes turned back to Ryder, he was smiling.  His cock still buried deep inside her, still, his weight pressing down against her.

     
              “It’s not funny.  Let me up.”  She was ready to scream at him, but she sure in the hell didn’t want anyone to hear and come running.

      
              “I’m not done with you yet.”  His smile left his face and his eyes became stern.  But she didn’t care.  Part of her was completed humiliated that his sister, her friend, had known she was with him and the other part was hurt that the only way she could have known, was if he had told her.

     
              “Does she know what kind of life style you live?”  What she really wanted to know was did Mel know he had tied her up to the bed and the things he was doing to her.

     
              “What if she does?”  Was she embarrassed because she was with him or was she embarrassed by the fact that she liked to be dominated?  He watched her thoughts run wild.  He could tell she was struggling but what he didn’t understand was why.

      
              “It matters a whole hell of a lot.  I don’t want people knowing about my sexual life.”  All she wanted to do at this point was get up, get dressed and go home.  This was turning in to be more complicated than what she wanted.

     
              “Don’t lie.  You don’t want people to know that you liked to be tied up.  You don’t want people to know that you are turned on by submitting your body to me.”  His eyes darkened.

      
              The look in his eye terrified her.  Was he disappointed in her because he was right, exactly right.  That was how she felt.  What would people think of her if they knew she liked this?  Her eyes roamed the room.  Avoiding the look that he cast at her.  For reasons unknown to her, she didn’t want him disappointed in her.

     
              “You have to talk to me, Trinket.  I can see you struggling for the right thing to say.  But what you don’t understand, there is no right or wrong.  You only need to say what you feel and be honest about it.

      
              She turned her eyes back to him.  It was hard to think about anything while he had his cock still buried deep inside her.  Every little bit she feel him twitch.  But she couldn’t think about that right now.  Did he really want her to be honest?  Did he really want her to spill her guts to him?  Why put more into this relationship than what it was worth?  This was a vacation fuck, nothing more, nothing less.  Or at least she was sure that was what it meant to him.  The minute she left, he would not think again about her.

     
              “Please just let me up.  I just want to go take a shower and not think about this.”

     
              He watched her.  Her mind might be telling her one thing, but the minute he slid his hands down to her swollen sex, her body told him another. 

“You shower when I tell you to.”  He pinched her clit.  Her eyes squinted shut as her body betrayed her by pushing back against his fingers.

                     That was all he needed to continue.  After all she hadn’t used the word to end it.  His fingers slid down further.  “You do what I want, when I want, and how I want you to do it.  Right now I want to fuck you.  No talking.”

      
              “But…” 

He snapped his head up, the look giving her enough warning to shut up.  There was something about the way
he looked at her.  The way he would change his voice and she immediately wanted to do anything he wanted her to.  The way his eyes roaming over her body would cause every part of her to tingle and become alive.

      
              Without warning, he ground his hips into her pelvis.  Her response of gasping was exactly what he liked. 

“I love it when you try to hide how you feel, but your body doesn’t let you.  There is nothing wrong about being a very sexual woman.”

                     Again, he moved his pelvis against hers.  Pressing on her clit and teasing her insides.  What she wanted right now was for him to fuck her.

       
              “Please.”  She begged.  She tried to push back against him.  The restraints held her in place.

       
              “Please what?”  His voice was raspy, almost breathy even.  She could tell he was fighting to hold back.

      
              “Please, sir.”  God she wanted this man.  There wasn’t anything about him she didn’t yearn for.

     
              “Tell me what you want.  In detail.”  A smile hit his lips at the sight of her hesitation.  Her eyes widened.  He could see her pulse thrumming against her neck.

      
              “I want you to fuck me.”  She whispered.

       
              He thrust hard inside her.  A groan leaving her lips.  He smiled.  “Tell me louder.”  He thrust again and stilled.  Waiting for her.  Giving her the time she needed to let loose.  To give up her worry about whether or not this was right or if it was wrong.  After all, he was just giving her a taste of what he hoped would come.  If he couldn’t get her to open up to him now, he wouldn’t be able to later.

       
              “I want you to fuck me.”  She almost screamed it.  It was too much to take. 

       
      “Good girl.  Now tell me what else you want.”  He began his thrusts.  One right after another he filled her insides.  Messaging over her g spot.  Pushing her to the limit.  He could feel her pussy begin to clench tight around him.  Quickly, he pulled free from her.

             
She groaned in frustration.  “Please.”  She begged.

      
       “You have to say it.  Tell me you want me to make you come.  Tell me you are hot for me.  Tell me you like the feel of my cock stroking your insides.  I do.  I love how your pussy fits me like a glove.  I love the look on your face as I fill you.  I love the struggle you have trying to silence the screams as you come.  Tell me what you want.”

       
       Her eyes opened as he spoke to her.  Jesus this was hot.  “Make me come.  I like it.  All of what you said.  I do.  I like it.”

       
       He thrust quickly inside her.  Pounding her insides until her pussy clenched tight and then he stroked her some more.  Moving his thumb down to circle her clit, dragging out the effects of the orgasm.