Page 63 of Ryker

“Do you wish I’d chosen one of them and not you?” My voice cracks when I ask this. I feel sick. I can’t read his expression at all.

Ryker stares at me for what feels like a long time. “No,” he finally says.

Does he mean that?

Instead of elaborating, he goes back to his ropework. The silence between us makes me want to scream. “I watched you,” he says quietly. “Every time you came into the club, I’d watch you.”

Our gazes collide, and I don’t say a word.

“I couldn’t pull away from you.” He pulls the rope taut and keeps rigging. “I think if you’d picked someone else to pleasure you, I would have killed them.”

It doesn’t sound like a lie.

We both stare at each other again. He blinks and the intensity of his words shifts, as does his body language. He pulls the rope snug again and clears his throat. “What color are you, Butterfly?”

“Green.” Getting tied up isn’t scary or claustrophobic like I thought it would be. “Super green.”

“How’s the pressure?”

“Nice.” It’s like getting a big hug.

“Good.” He continues working on the knots and tension. Every once in a while, he has me hold the rope, which I like because it gives me something to do and makes me feel like I’m part of the process.

“You’re doing really well, Tara.”

God, the way he says my name. He could bind in me barbed wire if he said my name like that while doing it.

“There.” He tightens the last knot at my lower back. “All done.”

Spinning around for him to appreciate his handiwork, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror to our left. “Oh wow.” My boobs are still out, nipples hard. My waist is snatched. I look and feel amazing.

“Fucking stunning,” Ryker says, admiring me. The ropes line up perfectly and are a combo of rose gold and black. It’s really pretty. “Lay back for me, Butterfly.”

Climbing on the bench is easy. I still have use of my arms, hands, and legs.

“God help me, Tara. You’re a fucking knockout in every position I put you in.”

Ryker leans down and licks my pussy. I can’t believe how much he enjoys oral. The man has feasted on me so much, it must be his favorite form of sex. My toes curl when he plunges two fingers into my pussy and sucks on my clit.

“Go slower.” Otherwise, I’ll come too quick, and I don’t want that yet.

He chuckles against my sensitive flesh. “As you wish, Butterfly.”

His pace changes over and over, edging me until I’m sweaty and shaking. Cranking my body up and then letting it relax back into a chaotic buzz, he works my lusty body until I’m whimpering with need for a release.

I think I’m dying.

“Please, Sir.” I lift my head to look at him. His eyes flutter open from between my thighs and he looks at me. “Please make me come now.”

He snaps his fingers and points to his left. I turn my head and see our reflection in the mirror.

Holy hell, this is hot. Ryker’s on his knees, hard dick out. He’s pumping it with one hand while using the other to play with my pussy. His mouth is firmly sealed over my clit and he—

“RYKER!” Arching my back, I come so hard I shake from head to toe. The ropes stretched across my chest hold me together while I rattle apart. The pleasure’s so intense, stars burst in my vision. I lose my mind and buck on the bench, screaming, as he continues to bring me out of one orgasm and straight into another. “FUCK!” I can’t take in a full breath. My thighs clamp around his head.

He growls and snaps his finger again. I immediately look back into the mirror he points to and watch myself come undone a third time. I barely recognize myself. Riding out this ungodly wave of pleasure, I gyrate my pussy against his mouth until I feel his teeth on me. The pain is sharp and delicious. I easily orgasm again. “Ryker.” Tears spring to my eyes. “I can’t take your mouth anymore.”

It’s a miracle I haven’t fallen off this damn bench.

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