Page 60 of Ryker

Her eyes widen in shock when we step inside.

“Holy shit, Ry… Sir.”

I let the mistake slide. Honestly, I want to hear her call me Ryker again, but in order to maintain our dynamic, that’s not happening. Striding to the center of the room, I pat the cushioned leather bench that’s the main attraction. “Hop on.”

Tara lights up. “What are you going to do to me?” She looks too excited to care what my answer might be.

“I’m going to play, Butterfly.” Sauntering over to the wall of various ropes, I pluck two off a shelf. “If you’ll let me.”

“Yes, please. Sir.”

“Have you experienced Shibari before?”

“No.”

“Would you like to?”

“Yes. Please.” She tucks her hair behind her ear. “Sir.”

“We’ll start slow and simple.” I escort her over to the bench. I don’t ever take on a newbie, but Tara’s been an exception to every fucking rule I have, it seems. Honestly, I’m a little excited to see how she handles being tied up for me. “This particular rope is made of jute. It’s soft and easy to tie and untie.” I let her feel the threads. “May I bind your torso?”

She swallows hard and smiles. “Yes.”

“Get naked for me, Butterfly.”

“Tara,” she says softly. “Please call me Tara.”

I shouldn’t give her what she wants, but… fuck it. Getting up close and personal with her, I say, “Take my shirt off your body, Tara.”

Using her real name instead of calling her Butterfly makes this connection between us in jeopardy of getting stronger. But I can’t deny that my heart skips a beat when I see the effect it has on her. I understand wholeheartedly because my body reacts the same way when she calls me Ryker.

Have I mentioned how much danger I’m in with this woman?

She gets naked and pulls her hair up into a low ponytail, securing it with a hairband from her wrist. “Shouldn’t we negotiate some things first?”

Yes. But I’m sick of making deals with her. “I’ve watched you closely since you stepped foot in my club, Miss Reed.”

Her mouth drops a little.

“I see you go from room to room, always watching, never participating. You linger in the places where sex is… intense.”

“You mean brutal.”

“Subjective.” I flash her a stiff smile. Did she think I was brutal when I fucked her until she blacked out yesterday? Maybe. But that’s not what I’d call it. “Did you like what I did to you yesterday, Tara?”

She relaxes a little. “Yes.”

“How much did you enjoy it?” I lean down and kiss her collarbone.

She sucks in a breath before answering. “Probably too much.”

“You like being used.”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“You like being in a position where you can unravel.”

She gulps and looks down at her feet. “Yes. I think.”

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