Page 10 of Ryker

Compassion and ruthlessness too.

That’s a heady combo—compassion and ruthlessness. I’ve spent many nights getting off to the image I’ve painted of the Club King himself. Ryker Motherfucking Hudson. Until last night, I thought my fantasy was pretty damn good. Then I met the real thing and Ryker doused imagination with a dark, delicious reality.

I’ll stop at nothing to win tonight.

Stella leans forward and runs her middle finger along her bottom lip, dabbing on gloss. “I don’t care how many times I have to try, I’ll put myself on display for every member of this club knowing Mr. Hudson and his men are looking at me, too.”

“Same, girl. I swear Mr. Hudson has the best fuck me eyes,” Deseri says.

“I’ve orgasmed just fantasizing about him watching me on the cameras,” chimes Jessie. “God, that man has the perfect mouth. I want to ride it. Badly.”

Deseri fans herself. “I heard his dick’s massive.”

“Can’t be bigger than Dmitri’s,” Stella says. “I saw a leaked picture of it once. It’s incredible.”

“Wait.” I hold my hand up. “You mean no other Butterfly has verified it before?” Surely these women have talked about what it’s like to be the Butterfly afterwards, right?

“No way,” Jessie says, her tits jiggling when she scoots up in her chair. “You sign an NDA and only get to win once. Most of the old Butterflies leave after they’ve become one.”

Stella lifts her tits higher in the built-in cups of her dress. “Yeah, because all other dick is ruined for them after they have Dmitri’s.”

“Or Vault’s,” Jessie sighs. “I heard he fucks like a machine.”

“I heard he even uses a machine,” says someone else. “That’s who I’m picking if I win.”

A machine? I’m realizing that I know even less about this place than I thought. It only sparks my curiosity and lust hotter.

“I want all of them, if I win,” Deseri announces.

“All of them?” Stella gawks. “You’d die!”

Deseri shrugs. “I’m cool with that.”

I can’t believe this is the conversation we’re having. They’re talking about these men like they’re cars to take for a joy ride, not people. Is everyone here desperate for their dicks?

A part of me grows furious about it. These men are people, not toys to play with. They’re humans. And maybe they’re okay with being objectified and desired, but maybe they aren’t, and that’s the real reason they remain untouchable until the Butterfly ceremony. Maybe it’s not to make them more desirable, but because it makes them less used.

I don’t know how I feel about this anymore.

Stop overthinking it. They’re grown men. They chose to be in this club, just like me. Nothing happens here without the full consent of all parties involved.

I can’t imagine Ryker or Dmitri ever letting someone do something they weren’t okay with.

No, Ryker Hudson makes his men hard to get so he can drive the price up when the time comes. It's simple economics. Supply and demand.

He’s fucking brilliant.

God, that makes him even hotter.

“Has anyone ever been with Mr. Hudson?” Damn my mouth for opening.

“Not ever,” Jessie groans.

“He’s too good for us,” a woman by the bathroom says. “I heard he used to be an escort. Maybe he’s got a disease.”

Someone throws a shoe at her. “You better shut your mouth. They can hear us, you know.”

“And see us.” Stella points at the camera in the corner by the door.

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