Page 29 of Ride With Me

“I saw all those boys you used to let fuck you, my slutty little boy, but I promise you, none of them will ever compare to me.”

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath.

I fisted the waistband of his jeans and pulled them down to expose his ass.

“Are you not wearing underwear, princess?” I slapped his ass, enjoying the jiggle, my lip sucked in between my teeth. “It’s like you were asking for this.”

Wild bucked underneath me. “Fuck…you…” he grunted.

My grin was feral. “Yeah, I think it’s the other way around.”

I slapped his cheek again, trying to ignore how fucking hard it made me when he moaned like that. Wild liked it rough, liked it to hurt a little. I knew everything about my boy. It was finally time to show him.

“I should take you right here,” I muttered more to myself than anything as I struggled to expose his ass. Why were his pants so fucking tight?

Wild’s nails dug into the ground, scrambling for purchase. He lifted his hips up as much as he could manage, which gave me more room. I wasn’t sure he even realized he was cooperating.

“Would you like that, princess? If I stripped you and filled this tight fucking ass right here in the middle of this field to show you everything you were trying to run away from?”

“No,” Wild whined, even as he arched into my touch. I spread his cheeks and spat right on his hole. I had no intention of taking him here, since I had plans, but it didn’t hurt to keep him on his toes. My boy would learn what happened when he tried to leave me.

“Did you really think you could run from me, Wild? I will always find you. What I don’t understand is why you left in the first place.”

“You’re disgusting.”

I laughed evilly. “Oh yeah? You didn’t think that when you were jerking off to the pictures earlier.”

Wild froze underneath me. “Y-you saw that?”

I leaned down so my whole body weight was on him, pinning him to the ground. My mouth was so close to his ear that my lips brush against the curve. “Oh yeah, princess. I saw the whole thing. You look so pretty with your hand around your cock and my name on your lips.” I nipped at his ear, causing him to shiver. “I plan to have you saying my name like that every day from now on.”

Wild shook his head in protest even as his hips pushed into my hold. His mind might’ve been fighting this, but his body sure as fuck wasn’t. “No, so…wrong. Mom.”

That was right. I hadn’t told him about that yet. I bit his shoulder. “I’m not with your mother anymore, princess. I gave her divorce papers the other day. Don’t worry, she’ll be taken care of.”

He’d have more questions later, but that could wait. This was about claiming my boy and helping him understand exactly who he belonged to.

“Enough of that now. Time for me to take what’s mine. Don’t you agree?”

I didn’t wait for Wild to respond. In seconds, I had his hand pinned behind his back with one hand while I fished out the zipties I had in my pocket with the other. I shoved his wrist in the hole but didn’t tighten it.

“This is your last chance, Wild. If you don’t want this, say it now, and it’ll stop. I’ll drive you home and call a tow for your car. We’ll never speak about this again. But, if you don’t, then you’re mine, and I’ll do what I whatever I want with you.”

The air was heavy between us as I waited for Wild’s answer. I probably should’ve backed off and given him some room to think, but I couldn’t manage it. I finally had what I wanted for so long right here, I wasn’t about to give it up now.

Wild twisted enough in my grip so he was staring at me. His expression was so intense, so full of emotion, that for a split second I thought he really was going to tell me no. Then, with gritted teeth, like he couldn’t quite believe what he was saying, Wild met my eyes and replied, “Don’t stop.”

I was grinning as I tightened the zip ties.

CHAPTER 3

WILD

Rey hauledme to my feet by my hair.

“Oww, fuck,” I snapped, turning to glare at him, but he just shoved me forward. With my hands tied behind my back, I didn’t have much balance and stumbled.

“I already said yes,” I grumbled mostly to myself, “Don’t understand why you need to tie me up.”

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