Page 9 of Roped By Ryan

Michela

The humof bass-infused music reverberates through my body as Ryan's hand guides me away from the center of the room. The rope display was… intense. Every knot, every twist left me breathless, entrenched in a world where trust and surrender intermingle. But now, that moment is behind us, or rather, part of the journey we're taking tonight.

Ryan leans in close, his breath warm against my ear. "I want to show you the rest of the club."

"Okay," I agree, nodding, my voice barely above a whisper. I'm not sure he can hear me over the music, but he smiles, squeezingmy hand gently. His eyes glint with reassurance, a stark contrast to the dark anticipation I feel bubbling inside me.

As we move through the crowd, the maze of rooms and hidden corners unfurls like an intricate map of secrets. Each space holds a different energy. One room is filled with laughter and playful banter, while another is imbued with an air of reverence and focused intensity. My senses are heightened, absorbing every detail.

Ryan leads me to a quieter section of the club. There, a tall, impeccably dressed man stands exuding authority and a sense of calm control.

“This is Roman Sterling,” Ryan introduces him, and I instantly recognize the billionaire’s name. “Roman, this is Michela.”

Roman's gaze is sharp but welcoming. "I've heard a lot about you, Michela," he says. "How do you like the club?"

I swallow, trying to gather my thoughts. "It's… incredible. Unlike anything I've ever experienced."

He chuckles softly. "That's what we aim for." His eyes shift to Ryan, and a knowing look passes between them. "I've reserved a private suite for the two of you. No rush; it's available whenever you're ready."

Ryan nods appreciatively. "Thanks, Roman."

Roman nods, a small smile playing on his lips. "Enjoy your evening."

With that, Ryan leads me toward a staircase at the back of the club. It's quieter here, the sounds of the club fading to a distant hum. We climb the stairs in silence, my heart pounding witheach step. Anticipation intertwines with a thread of nervous excitement.

We reach the door marked ‘Private Suite.’ Ryan presses his watch against a black plate on the wall and the door opens. The space inside is a stark contrast to the vibrant chaos of the club. It's softly lit, with plush furnishings and an ambiance that radiates intimacy and privacy.

He closes the door behind us and turns to face me. "Michela," his voice is a gentle murmur, "are you ready for this?"

His question hangs in the air, heavy with the weight of the moment and the journey we've embarked on tonight. My mind races, thoughts colliding with emotions. I take a deep breath, grounding myself in the safety and trust I feel with Ryan.

“I…” My voice trembles slightly and I clear my throat. “Yes, Ryan. I’m ready.”

His smile is warm, and he steps closer, cupping my face in his hands. “I love you,” he whispers, pressing his forehead against mine. In this moment, the world outside fades away, leaving just the two of us in our private cocoon of trust and desire.

Slowly, gently, he kisses me, and I lean into him, my body responding to the familiarity and the thrill of what's to come.

Ryan's eyes meet mine, filled with a mix of desire and tenderness. He steps closer, and my heartbeat quickens, each thump resonating through my entire body.

With a gentle touch, he starts unbuttoning my shirt, his fingers moving slowly, deliberately. Each button that comes undone feels like a small barrier falling between us. The fabric parts,revealing my skin to the cool air and his heated gaze. His touch is soft, his hands sure but reverent.

As he slips my shirt off my shoulders, I feel exposed and vulnerable, yet completely safe in his presence. His eyes never leave mine, as if asking for silent permission with each motion. He moves to the waistband of my skirt, his fingers deftly unfastening it and letting it slide to the floor in a whisper of fabric.

His hands travel back up, resting at the clasp of my bra. He pauses, his eyes searching mine for any sign of hesitation. I give him a small, affirming nod. His touch is firm yet gentle as he unhooks my bra, letting it drop away to reveal my breasts. The cool air kisses my skin, drawing a soft gasp from my lips. “You’re so goddamn gorgeous.”

He kneels down, his hands hooking into the sides of my panties. Slowly, he slides them down, his eyes following the path of the fabric as it reveals more of me. When they reach my ankles, I step out of them, feeling completely naked and open before him.

Ryan straightens up, his gaze drinking me in. "Perfect," he groans, and I can see the sincerity in his eyes.

He takes my hand, guiding me toward the bed. The sheets are soft and inviting beneath me as he gently helps me lie down. I sink into the mattress, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement swirling within me. Goosebumps ripple up my skin as the anticipation builds.

Ryan stands at the edge of the bed, looking down at me with an intensity that makes my breath hitch. He removes his shirt quickly, revealing the muscular lines of his chest and arms. Each piece of clothing that falls away brings him closer until he's onlyin his boxers, and then, those too are gone. I stare at his massive cock, wondering how in the world this is going to work. “That definitely isn’t a beginner model.”

“Don’t worry, kitten. I’ll make sure you’re ready.” He climbs onto the bed, his body heat enveloping me as he moves over me. He kisses me softly at first, then more deeply, his lips a perfect blend of firmness and tenderness. His tongue tangles with mine while his hands glide over my body, exploring every curve and contour with a reverence that makes me feel cherished.

I arch into his touch, my body responding to him with a need that's been building all night. He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching mine once more. “We don’t have to rush,” he says, his voice low and soothing.

“I know,” I reply, my voice steady. “But I want this. I want you.”

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