Page 112 of Ryker

“Use me. Let go and use me however you want.”

There’s no way I heard her correctly. “Tara.”

“I’m the Butterfly. I get what I want, correct? Take back your power, Ryker, and use me to do it.”

I’m too messed up to be trusted this much. “What if I go too far?”

She shrugs, like this is no big deal. “I’ll call Red if you do.”

Tara doesn’t know that she’s offering me the biggest fantasy of my life right now. As a Switch, I’m well versed in power plays and I’m great at holding back and maintaining control in every scene. For once, I want to lose it all. Tara’s giving me permission to do that with her. “This is dangerous.”

“Maybe.” She leans back with nothing but confidence in her body language. “But I trust you, Ryker Hudson.”

And that, I fear, will be our downfall.

Damn me straight to Hell, but I can’t deny myself, or Tara, of what we both want anymore. “We need rules before we start,” I warn.

“No rules, Ryker.” Tara sits up, closing her legs and pushing her dress down. “You’ll toe the line the whole time. I want you to do anything… everything… you want to me.”

She has no clue what she’s fucking saying. Her naiveness will make me back off before we’ve even started. “Tara, you don’t even know what your hard lines are. Do you have a clue what your soft ones are, at least?”

Her expression tells me no, she doesn’t. As her Dom, I need to protect her, not only from me, but from herself.

“I’ll call Red,” she says again.

“That’s not good enough.” My dick’s limp between my legs. I push off the floor and grab my pants. “We need a perimeter to play in. I need limits.” Because I honestly have none.

The notion gives me pause. Who am I to say she must have a line when I don’t have one myself?

Fuck. We’re too new to each other to be considering going this far yet.

“What do you want to do to me, Sir?”

Squeezing my eyes shut and counting to ten is the only way to calm my rapid heart rate. “Tara, this isn’t going to work.”

“What do you want to do to me, Ryker?”

There goes my name in her mouth again. It freezes me in place. Tara scissors her legs together, seeking friction for her needy little cunt while she stares up at me. She’s so pretty, so precious, so fragile. The monster in me wants to tear her apart and fuck her piece by piece.

“I told you what I wanted from you.” She dips her hand between her thighs but hides the view with the hem of her dress. “Return the favor.”

Fine. If she wants to hear my desires, so be it. She’ll run out of my door, and out of my life for sure.

I think it’s the only way we’ll both survive.

“I want to tie your legs up and keep them spread.” I stay firmly where I’m standing. “I want to spit all over you. Bite you. Claw you.”

Her breaths come out in short bursts, making her soft belly flutter. But she doesn’t look away from me. She doesn’t even look disgusted.

“I want to spread you wide and call you names.”

Her mouth parts, and she touches herself. “What kind of names?”

“Slut, whore, fucktoy.” My dick hardens again. “I want to fuck your pretty mouth until you can’t breathe. I want come all over your face, hair, and tits. I want to shove things into you.”

Tara’s cheeks flush. “What kind of things?”

I look around the room for anything. I’m not that fucking picky. “The flogger again. A riding crop. The bottle of lube. Anything that will fit.”

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