Rough Ryder (9 page)

    
              Ryder walked to the door, turning the knob, but staying out view as Jake walked up.  When Jake saw him, Ryder just shook his head no at him, nodding his head in Trinket’s direction. 

“We can discuss you two in the morning.”  He whispered.  He continued to watch out the window.  He knew Jake wouldn’t try anything.  One he was standing right there, and two, Jake wasn’t that kind of man.

     His rage took over the second Joey took Trinkets hand, pulling her into his chest.  He strode out quickly, not attempting to hide his presence.

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              Suddenly, she felt herself being lifted off her feet and away from Joey.  Squealing as she felt herself being held in a tight grip.  Her fears calming as she recognized first the smell of him and then his voice.  Ryder!

    
              “I think it’s time for you to call it a night, Joey.  I will see to Trinket and any FUN she wants to have.  I’m sure she had a nice time.”  He turned his cold stare back at Trinket.  “Tell Joey goodnight, he’s going to need his rest for tomorrow.” 

    
              “Now looky here Ryder, just cause your my boss doesn’t mean you can run my private life.”

    
              “It’s not your private life I’m worried about. I suggest you head on to bed.”  By the tone in his voice there was no arguing about it.

    
              Tugging free of his arms, Trinket reached out and grabbed Joey’s arm.  “Thanks for the great time.  I’ll see you tomorrow.  I’m ready to get to bed myself.”

    
              Looking up at Ryder but addressing Trinket, “Yeah, me too.  Maybe we can do it again before you head home.  I’ll see you in the morning.”  Turning on his heel, he headed down the path toward his quarters.

    
              Spinning on her heel with eyes spitting fire, “Just who do you think you are?” Poking him in the chest with her finger. “You don’t have the right to interfere in my life!”

    
              Grabbing her finger, he pulled her against him.  Looking down into her sparkling eyes his lips twitched. 

“Really?
  We’ll just see how much right I have in your life.”  With that he picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder.  Holding her steady with a hand across her thighs.  “Just remember you and your finger started this.  Now me and my FINGER are going to finish it.” 

    
              She pummeled his back with her fists, as he walked towards the back of the barn.  “Let me down now or I will scream.” She hissed.

    
              “No, you won’t.  You don’t like causing a scene. Not to mention you can’t wait to see what is going to happen next.”  Opening a door at the back of the barn, he walked in and kicked the door shut with his booted foot.  Tossing her onto a bed, he turned and locked the door.

    
              Jumping to her feet, she came up as quick as he had tossed her down.  Watching him as he walked around the room lighting candles.  She was more curious then anything. 

What
is he
up to?

Chapter Five

(The Lesson)

    
              The more candles that were lit, she was able to make out her surroundings.  The room was pretty sparse.  A small table that served as a writing desk with a high back wooden chair pushed under was on one side of the room. 

There were a couple framed pictures of cabins hanging on the walls.  An apartment size refrigerator was in the corner
across from the table.  Behind her was the queen size bed with the softest mattress that she had ever been on.  The bed was messed up like someone had been in it not long ago.  The pillows were strewn across the head and along the wall.

    
              “So what now?  You gonna hold me hostage?  Newsbreak, you won’t get anything for me.”

    
              “Hmmmm, hostage? Like hands tied up?  Ya know, working on a ranch, I’m pretty good with a rope.” Taking one step after another until he was standing so close she could feel his breath on the top of her head.  “There are a lot of things I can do to you that will make you scream,  but not in pain, at least not pain that you won’t like.”

    
              Gasping, her heart skipped a beat.  Stepping backwards, she felt the bed at the back of her knees.  She could feel herself becoming excited.  The unknown pleasure she knew he could and would bring her was making her thong wet. 

    
              “Really, like what?”

    
              “First, I think you should be properly attired.” And with that he reached around her and lifted off the bed the little outfit she had worn at the club she had gone to with the girls.

    
              “What is…  Where did you get that?”  She couldn’t believe she could get any more excited than she was at that moment.  She swore if he was to touch her now, she would come where she stood.

    
              “I can get anything I want, anytime I want.”  He moved towards her, as if he were stalking his prey.      

      
              She felt her nerves growing.  Quickly her response was to change his thoughts.  “Why are we in a barn?  Why is there a fridge and bed here?  Don’t you sleep in the house?”

    
              It didn’t work. 

“This is one of the quarters that I use during
calving season.  I have to be near the cows.  There is a fridge here because I may get thirsty while here.  I don’t sleep in the main house, mine is off in the back.”

    
              By the time he had finished talking, he was standing there in front of her.  Tugging at her clothes until they were completely gone, leaving her standing in nothing but her white thong and white matching lace bra.

    
              Her breath hitched.  She felt herself growing weak in the knees.  “Why did you undress me only to dress me in that?”

    
              “Who said you would be wearing that tonight?”  His eyes roamed up and down her body until he was staring back into her lust filled eyes.  She might be able to hide her feelings with words, but her eyes told the truth.

    
              “I just assumed when you showed me, you would want me to wear it.  You said first I needed the appropriate attire.”  If he would fuck her like he had by the tree, she would wear anything he wanted her to.

    
              “That’s for tomorrow.  Lay down on the bed.  Keep your eyes open.  I want you to watch what I do to you.”  His lips turned at the corners.  Smiling as if he knew her stomach had just sunk to the ground.

     
              She watched him watch every move she made, until she was lying flat on her back.  He stood there.  His eyes roaming over body, her wants and needs making themselves known to her in tiny little surges to her pussy.

     
              It seemed like hours had passed before he stepped towards her.  She knew that it really had been less than five minutes.  But those minutes continued as if time had been frozen.  Frozen with his gaze staring at her naked body.  She wondered what he was waiting for.  What he wanted from her. 

     
              His hands reached over her, gripping her wrist, he pulled them over her head.  “Keep them there.”  His voice was soft. 

     
              She watched him as he slid his hand under the pillow her head lay on, pulling out a bundle of rolled yellow rope.  Her breath caught.  She now knew his intentions.  This was different than anything she had ever thought she would allow.  But the way Ryder could make her respond to him pushed her eagerness to go on.  From shaky to excited in the flash of a rope.

     
              She studied every movement he made.  From folding the first piece of rope in two, to wrapping it around her first wrist, ending with it knotting around her other.  She pulled slightly, testing the tightness of it.  She watched a sly smile appear on his lips.  He was pleased with her reaction.

     
              He slid his hand under the pillow again, this time pulling out a larger red bundle of rope.  Trinket wondered how she hadn’t noticed it before.  Surely she would have felt it there.  But then her nerves were in hyper drive. 

     
              She watched as he folded the rope the same way as he had the first.  He wrapped it around first one ankle, pulling the rope around and through the loop it had created.  He smiled again, and then leaned down, taking the end of the rope, wrapping it around the foot of the bed frame. 

      
              He ran the rope to the other foot leg, wrapped it before bringing it up to her other ankle. 

“Relax your legs.”  He pulled the rope, her left leg sliding out.  His hand gripped her right calf, sliding it out, opening her to
him, he wrapped the rope keeping her leg in place before kneeling and securing the end of the rope to the bed.

     
              He slowly stepped back, staring at her, until his back touched the wall.  He leaned against it, crossing his arms as if he were just relaxing against it.  She didn’t understand.  What the hell was he waiting for?

      
              She found her excitement leaving and being replaced by irritation.  She rolled her eyes looking up at the beams of the barn. 

      
              “I didn’t tell you to look away.  In fact, I told you I wanted you to see.  To watch me.”

      
              Her eyes went back to his.  This was a bad idea.  She should have never have let him tie her up like this.  She should have never have gotten involved with him.  The minute she had seen him here, she should have left.  Her mind went crazy with what she should have done.  Now, she wasn’t going to lay here and let him stare at her.

     
              “Untie me, please.”  She thought being nice would get her out of the ropes.  She thought wrong when he shook his head.

      
              “You’re going to stay there.”  And there it was.  His voice changing quickly.  His body language changing as he stood tall and walked towards her.

      
              “You can’t make me stay here.  If you just wanted to stare at me naked, you didn’t have to tie me.  I can sleep naked while you get your rocks off watching.”  Her attitude got the best of her.

      
              Her heart began beating quicker as he stepped to the side of the bed.  “What were you doing tonight?”  He asked.

      
              “That’s none of your business.”  Again she rolled her eyes, looking away from him.

      
              “Look at me.”  He ordered but his tone was completely calm.

      
              She turned her head again, glaring at him.  Anger flashing in her eyes, there was no reason to even try to hide how pissed off she was.  This wasn’t anything like she had expected as she watched him rope her up.  She thought it would lead to really intense sex, multiple orgasms, or at least that was what she had been hoping for.

      
              “What were you doing tonight?”  Again he asked.

      
              “Did you not hear me the first time?  Who do you think you are?  I don’t have to answer to you.”  Her voice raised a notch.

      
              “You do answer to me.  Until this is over, whatever this is, you belong to me.  Now, what were you doing tonight?”

     
              “You can untie me now, I won’t answer you.”

     
              “Oh, you will answer me.  You will answer every question I have for you.”

      
              “No.” 

      
              “Okay.”  He leaned down, rustling with a bag that he had placed there earlier.  He picked it up setting it at the foot of the bed.  He began pulling out objects. 

      
              A chain with clips on either end. A jar of something unfamiliar to her.  It almost looked like a jar of aloe. A tube of lube.  Her eyes grew wide when she took note of the leather handle with multiple strips of leather hanging freely. 

     
              His mouth didn’t move but his eyes were smiling.  She could see them laughing at her.  Which only pissed her off further.  If she hadn’t let him restrain her, she would have walked out, got in her car and left.

    
              “Let me go.”  She gritted her teeth, forcing the words out of her mouth.

    
              “Later.”  Was all he said before his fingertips began caressing slowly up the inside of her legs.  Starting at her ankles, moving small circles as he moved further up.  Her legs twitched as he touched her inner knees. 

She noticed his lips twitch as he continued north.  Reaching her inner thigh, she drew in a deep
breath.  His eyes leaving hers to watch his fingers move further in.

      
              “You’re beautiful.” 

      
              For a moment, she almost gave in to his sweet compliment.  The utter reminder that he had a play bag between her legs kept her from melting at his touch.

     
              His fingers slid over her labia, teasing her with a figure eight around her clit and entrance longing for him.

    
              “You’re very wet.  I like that you respond so easy to me.”  His thumb ran down her center, over her erect nub before thrusting inside of her.  Her pussy clenched around his thumb, her head digging back, her eyes closed. 

      
              “Open your eyes and watch me.”  His thumb moved in and out of her while she fought to maintain eye contact with him.  Dear God it was hard as he massaged her ever so sweet spot. 

      
              “Are you ready to answer my question now?”  He asked her.  The look of being proud of himself as he felt her grow weaker by his touch made her want to play.  After all, he was playing a game.

      
              “No.”  This time she returned his smile.

      
              Her smile left quickly when he dropped his eyes, shaking his head.  He pulled his thumb free of her.  “This is going to be fun.”  He thrust two fingers inside her.  Moving them quickly. 

      
              Her body tightened quickly around his fingers.  Bringing her right to the edge and then pulling free.  She growled at the sudden loss.  Damn him she thought.  But this time she was smart and didn’t say a word.

     
              “What were you doing tonight?”  He asked.

      
              She tightened her lips.  Showing him she wouldn’t answer. 

      
              Damn he loved her defiance.  Her boldness.  It was going to be fun to break her.  She would learn when he asked a question, he wanted an answer.  When he said he would see her at a certain time, she would be there.  What he wanted, she would give.  And the best part of it for him, she would do it because she wanted to.

     
              He reached down, grabbing the chain, he was quickly at her side.  He rolled her nipples between his fingers, pinching them to that sweet point of pain and arousal together.  Her mouth betrayed her as she let out a moan.  Her nipples felt hard enough to cut glass at this point. 

      
              Her eyes drifted shut all on their own accord.  She felt him apply the first clamp, her eyes popped wide.  She watched as he began to maneuver the clamp.  “Tell me when it is tight, and you don’t think you can take anymore.”

     
              She watched as turned the clamp… “Right there.”  She cried out.  Her body shivering from the surge of want straight to her pussy.  “Aaahhh.”  She screamed out when he turned it one more notch.

      
              Jesus!  She wanted to scream again.  She watched as he applied the other clamp.  Again, she told him when it was enough and again he turned it up a notch.  “Jesus!  That fucking hurts.”