Page 115 of Ryker

A shock of pain zips up my spine and down my legs. He’s just put a clamp on my clit. Lifting his head to look at me, he holds the chain attached to it between his teeth and tilts back a fraction. The slight movement pulls on my clit and pain zaps me again.

Ryker arches his brow.

“Green,” I rasp. If it was any tighter, I’d be yellow, though.

“Good girl.” He hooks the chain to the small ring that’s threaded through the rope tied around my stomach.

If I arch my back, it’ll pull my clit.

Holy shit. Any move I make will affect my pussy or tits.

Ryker climbs off to admire me again. I can’t imagine what I look like, but I feel beautiful.

Running a hand down his mouth, he grabs the lube and pours it all over his length and starts jerking himself. The wet noises of his strokes are loud in my ears.

When he pours some lube on my pussy, he says, “Let’s play, fucktoy.”

It drips all over my pussy and over my asshole. I’m so turned on, I could cry. The need to come is almost dizzying.

“Do you want to use this hole to make men give you things?” He flicks my pussy, causing a cry to tear from my throat. “You think this little cunt will get you what you want, slut?”

Is he talking about me using my body to negotiate deals?

“Answer me, whore,” he shoves his dick inside me, ramming me once and then pulls out.

“No.”

“No?” He rams into me again, making my body jostle, which tugs the chains attached to my clamps. I cry out again.

“N-no.”

“My little whore thinks making a deal with me doesn’t count?” He strokes himself harder, faster. “You think you’re above selling your body for someone else’s pleasure?” He pulls the chain between my tits, making my nipples sting.

“Fuck, Ryker!”

He crawls on top of me and slaps his hand over my mouth. “Shut. The fuck. Up.” His breaths punch out as his strokes quicken. They become hard, punishing. He peels his hand off my mouth and stares at my lips. The tendons in his neck thicken, the veins in his throat pop out and flutter with his rapid heartbeat. Sitting up, he jerks himself faster and faster. “That’s what you did, Butterfly. You made me pay.” He orgasms and hot cum jets out in white ropes, splattering all over my face and chest.

Growling, Ryker runs a hand through the mess, smearing it all over my face. “You actually fucking like this, slut?”

I nod. “I love it.”

He crawls off the bed and walks around to the foot of it again. His spent dick flops, half flaccid, between his legs. I want to lick it. Savor every bit of his flavor. Get it hard again so he can fuck me. Biting my lip gives me a chance to taste his cum on my mouth. I immediately want more, so I flick my tongue as far as it will stretch and clean my mouth.

Ryker sinks to his knees and tongue-fucks me until I’m sweating. “Please,” I beg. “I need to come.”

His fingers dig into my legs. “Did I tell you to speak?”

My head falls back, and I squeeze my eyes shut.

Ryker stuffs his fingers inside me. I think it’s two. The pressure almost soothes the ache building in my system, but it’s not enough for a climax. Damn him. He’s torturing me here. The only thing that’s keeping me sane is knowing how turned on he is by this. As badly as I want to come, I want to be played with even more.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he growls from between my legs.

My thighs ache from being pinned in this tight position. My arms hurt, too. I’m overstimulated and deprived at the same time. It’s the perfect combo of chaos.

But it’s Ryker’s intense gaze that drags me back to the precipice of euphoria. He flashes me a smile and tips his head back as something new presses against my pussy. “Breathe,” he orders, then shoves the object inside me.

It’s huge. Tears spill from the corner of my eyes because even though it hurts, it feels good. It’s sickening and exciting. I’m gonna come from it.

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