Page 19 of Ryker

All the entertainers are gorgeous, and the men who stay so close to him are all absolute thirst traps, but Ryker Hudson is in a league of his own.

And he’s mine for a month.

I think we can teach each other a lot.

As a private car pulls up to the front steps, I take a minute to appreciate the position I’m in. This isn’t going to be easy. I have no clue how I’m going to handle this man. It’s clear he detests me, and I don’t blame him, but I’m still going through with this. And as I’m escorted inside, up the elevator, and to my private suite, I see Mr. Hudson is still going through with this too, considering he’s sitting on my couch with a scowl.

Does the man ever genuinely smile?

“Have a good evening, Butterfly.” The driver places my two suitcases just inside the door instead of taking them into my new suite. Dipping his head at Mr. Hudson, he leaves, and I’m left alone in the dimly lit suite with my new Dom.

After a long pause, Mr. Hudson stands, smooths out his tuxedo jacket, and stuffs his hands in his pockets. “From this point forward, you will call me Sir. Only Sir.” He slowly makes his way over to me. “Strip.”

Keeping my gaze locked on his, I take off the gown I’m still wearing by simply unfastening the safety pins used to hold the straps together. Just like on the stage, it falls to my feet in a glittery pale blue puddle, leaving me bare for his pleasure.

Sir walks slow circles around me like a wolf observing its meal. “We will use a light system. Green for good. Yellow for borderline. Red for stop.”

My heart rate kicks up, and a chill skates down my bare flesh.

“Trust and honesty are the most important things between a Dom and his sub. I will not lie to you. And I have to trust that what you’re saying is truth, especially with the light system, just like you will have to trust me to know how to bring you…” He stops in front of me and wraps his hand around my throat before leaning in until our mouths almost brush. “Exquisite release through pleasure.” His hot breath warms my lips. “And pain.”

I swallow hard.

“Your file didn’t give me much to go on, Butterfly. You like both praise and humiliation?”

My heart thuds. “Yes.”

“What are your hard limits?”

“I don’t know of any,” I say carefully.

He cocks his brow at me.

“Sir,” I tack on quickly.

“Then we’ll find them together.” He runs the tip of his nose along my cheek until his breath tickles my ear. “Do you enjoy my hands on you like this, Butterfly?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you understand I am your master for the next thirty days?”

Quick math tells me that’s a week beyond when the building goes up for auction. There’s a strange satisfaction knowing I’ll still be reaping the benefits of my deal, even after he’s gotten his end of the bargain.

I also know that all because I said I’d make sure Brisbane Realty didn’t bid on the property doesn’t mean another company won’t outbid him at auction. Mr. Hudson could still lose the property, but I’ve already secured my reward. “Yes, Sir.”

“Get on your knees.”

My legs buckle and I not so gracefully descend like a good girl.

“Stick out your tongue.”

I obey, feeling equal parts turned on and humiliated. He’s got me on the ground like a dog, and I swear, if he asks me to give him a paw, I’m going to punch him in the dick.

Or suck him off.

Christ, this is confusing.

I can’t tell if I like it or not. But when he shoves his thumb into my mouth, I decide it isn’t so bad.

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