Page 107 of Ryker

I nod, giving her consent.

“I want your pants off, too.”

Swallowing around the silk in my mouth, I nod again.

I did say she could use whatever she wanted to get off with. If the sight of me naked does it for her, then I’m onboard with that.

I kick off my shoes, letting the cuffs take more of my weight in my arms as she tugs my pants off.

Tara’s smile is ten kinds of wicked. Even with her mascara a little smeared from her tears earlier, this version of her is fiery as hell. I love it. To see a woman own her position of power. To watch her use it to get what she wants, what she needs?

Sign me the fuck up.

Tara’s dignity was shredded earlier today. She likely hates me for some of the things I’ve said and done, too. But she trusts me and that speaks volumes about our connection. For better or worse, we’re drawn together like two magnets. I don’t want her feeling bad about what she likes. Nor do I want her confused by what it means. She just needs to know that there are levels of trust and submission, and kinks should be never shameful demons in our bed.

Tara sinks to her knees and spreads her legs just a few feet in front of me. Dragging her tongue along her middle finger, she flips me off while wetting it. “I wonder if Dmitri liked hearing me orgasm.”

Jealousy has me immediately pulling on my chains. The instinct to attack what threatens me is so natural, I barely notice the way the way the St. Andrew’s cross creaks from the tension I put on it. Damn Tara for shoving Dmitri in my face like this.

God, she’s perfect.

“I so badly wanted to make you happy that night, Sir.” Tara leans back with her legs spread to give me the perfect view of her cunt as she rubs her clit. “I ached for you.”

My dick is so hard it hurts.

Nostrils flaring, I lean forward, desperate to smell her.

“You want this, don’t you?” She dips her finger into her sweet hole. “You want to fill this pussy up, Mr. Hudson?”

I groan and nod.

“Well, you have to earn it.”

“I paid two million for it,” I say with her panties in my mouth, so all my words are muffled. I could just spit them out, but that’s not happening. This is part of my punishment. The deprivation of her touch. Her scent. Her taste. Tara’s just out of my reach, and I want to scream with how badly I want her.

Denial is both a punishment and an aphrodisiac for a man like me.

“I’m worth more than two million.” She fingers herself faster. “I’m worth everything.” Her pace quickens and I pull on my restraints when Tara whimpers in a little voice. “Fuck, I want you inside me so bad, Ryker.” Rubbing her clit again, she closes her eyes and tips her head back, shoving three fingers into her swollen pussy.

My vision tunnels and I snap.

Yanking as hard as I fucking can, the chains on the cuffs break and I pitch forward, falling on my hands and knees. With her red panties still in my mouth, I crawl to her like a deranged animal. My mouth waters. My dick throbs.

Tara stares at me while she gets herself off. “I wanted to be your good girl, so you’d want to keep me,” she says breathlessly. “I wanted to be perfect for you.”

I groan with her panties in my mouth.

My stomach bottoms out when she sucks in a sharp breath and fucks herself harder. “I want to come for you,” she groans. “I want you to want me so bad you can’t walk away from me. Look what you’ve been missing, Ryker Hudson.”

She flicks her clit faster. Fingers herself harder.

“I want you to fuck me like you did in my bed. I want you to take every hole I have and use me like I’m your whore, Ryker. Fill me with your cum and hold it inside me until I beg you to let it drip out. I want to be used in so many ways I won’t be able to tell up from down. Real from fantasy.”

My heart pounds in my ears. I’m inches away from her, but don’t dare touch her. I can’t until she lets me.

Once she does, I intend to give her everything she’s asking for. I’ll break Tara in half. Steal the air from her lungs and replace it with mine. I’ll brand her body and keep her for life.

If she survives me.

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