Page 22 of Ryker

“No, Mistress. Yes, Mistress. Mmph.” Jessie’s words become unintelligible once Sophie lowers down, spreads Jessie’s cheeks, and rims her asshole.

“That’s my good little whore.” Sophie glances over at me while she finger-fucks Jessie and gives me a wink.

I tip my head ever so slightly, signaling we need to talk.

Sophie snaps her fingers, cuing Jessie’s husband to come crawling across the floor with his ball gag firmly in place. “Shove your nose to her soaked cunt and stay like that until I come back.” She makes her way over to me, ignoring the others fucking around us, just like I do. Sophie’s voice is low and quiet when she asks, “What’s up? Everything okay?”

Jesus, I’m not sure how to answer that. “Ryan’s asking for you to join him and his mistress in suite seven.” No need to say more than that. We all know Ryan’s tastes, and we all know his piss poor attitude when he doesn’t get his way.

Sophie’s brow crinkles and she looks over her shoulder at the scene she’s already in the middle of. Her features soften as she sighs. “Give me ten more minutes with them to have fun with, then I’ll go.”

“You don’t have to.” I force no one to enter a scene with someone. My loyalty is to my employees, not my members.

“I know.” She wipes the sweat from her brow. “But tonight’s rocky and if my participation makes them less agitated, I don’t mind. Ryan’s not a violent lover.”

That doesn’t make the ache in my chest ease in the slightest. “I’m going to deny his request.”

When I turn to leave, Sophie grabs my arm. “No. I want to go. Seriously.”

My gaze flits over hers, desperate to read her expression. “You’re absolutely sure?”

“Yes.”

I’m still deciphering her expression to make sure she’s telling me the truth when Jessie calls out from the bench. “Mistress! I want to come now.”

Sophie doesn’t break eye contact with me when she raises her voice and yells, “You’ll come when I want you to come, slut. Someone shove a cock in her mouth and keep her quiet until I say otherwise.”

A man from Jessie’s circle eagerly makes that happen, and we continue our conversation. Sophie crosses her arms and smiles up at me. “You made a bid on a member. What made you do it?”

Damnit. “I don’t know.” That’s the truth. I think. “Impulsivity got the better of me tonight.”

“Mmm.” She tips her head to the side, studying me like a bird with a worm. “I hope she’s worth it. I have a feeling we’ll all be bending over backwards to soften the egos of these animals.”

I lower my voice and plead, “Don’t do anything you don’t want to do, Sophie. Ever.” It’s a major rule here. “I’d rather lose every member than lose one of you.”

She smiles and I hope she knows how much I mean that. “Don’t worry, Mr. Hudson. I’ve got things covered here. Now go do whatever boss men like you do and leave me to my fuck toys.” Sophie shoves me back playfully and saunters over to Jessie, and strokes her hair. “Suck his cock harder, slut. I want to hear you gag on it.”

I leave Sophie to work her magic. One problem solved, onto the next.

Chapter 9

Tara

After an hour of kneeling, my knees hurt. I’m not getting up. Mr. Hudson—Sir—is going to learn just how far I’ll go to get what I want. My knees can grind holes in the floor for all I care. I will do whatever he says, so I can break out of the cage I’ve been in for far too long.

The suite is huge and built for seduction. The king-sized bed looks like a cloud-puff dream, the white chaise, leather couch, and sex bench all scream fuck on me. Hell, the hooks and brackets secured to the head and footboard were so discreet, I almost missed them. Wow, this is going to be fun. I can’t believe I’m staying here for a month. There’s even a kitchen, living area, and I’m sure the bathroom is just as exquisite. I wouldn’t know for sure since I’m still on the floor by the door.

Glancing up at the camera mounted in the far corner, I sigh.

Is Mr. Hudson watching me?

I sure hope so. Otherwise, this show I’m about to put on will be a waste.

Look, he said to stay on my knees until he returned, but he didn’t say I had to stay in the same spot. Nor did he say I couldn’t have some fun while I waited for him to come back.

Biting back my smile, I crawl over to the bed and angle my body for the best camera view with the bed at my back. Dragging my tongue along my middle finger, I get it good and wet while keeping my gaze locked on the camera mounted in front of me. Spreading my legs wide, I finger myself while still on my knees.

I alternate between rubbing my clit and delving my finger inside my pussy, trying to hit my g-spot. It’s a slow process. I’ve experimented with several ways to get off on my own, but without a toy, or other forms of stimulation, I rarely orgasm from only my hands.

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