Page 26 of Ryker

Oh my god.

I force myself to remain impassive, even though my nerves are in a panic, and rest my feet on the spreader bar, playfully eyeing Sir up as he comes closer.

“Disobedience will cost you, Butterfly.”

Fine by me.

I don’t make a peep when he straps my ankles on the bar. But I do gasp when he cranks the goddamn thing until my hips ache. Fuuuuck. Lifting onto my elbows, I stare at how wide I’m spread.

Without saying a word, Sir climbs onto the bed with the ball gag in his hand. “Open your mouth.”

Licking my lips, my mouth dries up as fear sets in. He doesn’t look turned on. He doesn’t sound dominating as much as he sounds annoyed.

Without giving him more to be angry about, I open my mouth and let him set the gag in place.

“Is it too tight?” he asks, pulling the strap and buckling it around my head.

I shake my head.

“Good girl.” His tone’s slightly softer. “Lay back for me.”

My eyes water as I obey. I signed up for this. I manipulated for this. I dreamed of this. To be used and pleasured and given a chance to play with my darkest desires.

I didn’t know it would feel this terrifying. The vulnerability, I expected. But the fear and shame hits harder when I can’t tell what he’s thinking. I squeeze my eyes shut as old insecurities fill my head with voices I’d be happy to never hear again and yet one in particular still infiltrates my walls.

What kind of monster likes sick shit like this, Tara?

Only whores open their legs for strange men.

You’re a disgusting slut.

My hands tremble as I wipe the tears off my cheeks.

Suddenly, my body slides to the edge of the footboard and legs raise into the air. I squeak with fear as Ryker, Mr. Hudson—fuck!—Sir, attaches the spreader bar to a chain that’s dangling from the ceiling. Tipped so far back, I feel like a prize fish hanging for inspection. Panic sets in and I try to twist myself so I can see what he’s doing. It doesn’t work.

“Nothing will happen that you don’t want to have happen.” He runs a hand along my calf, as if to soothe me. It doesn’t work. “Remember the light system. Green for good. Yellow for unsure or uncomfortable. Red for stop.”

How the hell am I supposed to say a color with this gag in my mouth!

“You will nod when I ask,” he says, like he’s read my mind.

When he climbs onto the bed, his head crests between my thighs. “Good morning, Butterfly.” He lowers his mouth to my pussy and licks me. When he drags his tongue across my cunt, I tense and watch his pupils blow wide.

I wonder if mine have too.

When he licks me again, he targets my clit and is rough with my tender flesh. I like it. A lot. But it’s not enough to get me to climax. I feel too empty.

Click. A loud buzzing noise starts up and suddenly, he’s pressing a huge vibrator against my cunt.

“Are you still green?”

Hells yes, I am. How can I not be? It’s just a vibrator, for fuck’s sake.

I nod, relaxing into the sensation of the toy on me.

Sir runs it along my slick pussy and shoves something else inside me. Pumping whatever it is in and out of my cunt, I notice he’s still in his tux from last night. His hair looks like he’s raked his hands through it a dozen times. There’s stubble across his jaw that the morning light hits just right.

My belly feels heavy. A light sheen of sweat spreads across the back of my neck. Relaxing into the moment, I let the sensations consume me again.

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