Page 54 of Ryder

Claire

I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m not worried about the spanking. I already know he’s right. I’m going to self-combust. In the past few days, I’ve thought a hundred times about what it would be like for him to swat my ass. How could I not? He mentions it often enough.

As I roll onto my front, letting him tuck the pillow under me, I feel very vulnerable. More than I think I will when we have sex. I’m trusting Ryder to take care of me. This is huge.

I suspect he knows how big of a deal this is, and that’s why he wants me to experience it. He wants to prove that I’m going to come apart at the seams. But there’s nothing to prove. I know I will. I just hope I’m not a pile of goo when he’s done.

“Turn your face toward me, baby,” he says softly. “I want to see your eyes.”

When I settle against my cheek, I let out a long breath.

“Good girl.”

I shiver at the praise.

He runs a hand all over my naked body. “You are so perfect. Every inch of you, inside and out. I’m head over heels for your mind, your spirit, and your body.”

My next inhale is shaky. He says just the right things. I’m wet and needy from him edging me, and now he’s doing it again with words instead of his mouth.

He grabs another pillow and taps the backs of my thighs. “Spread your knees for me, Claire. Wider. I’m going to tuck this pillow between them.”

Why? I hold back a whimper as he stuffs the pillow between my thighs. My arousal shoots up ten notches from that alone. Now, I know why.

Ryder smooths his hand up my thigh and over my butt cheek before moving to the other cheek and down the other thigh. He’s calming me before the storm.

I pull my arms in and tuck them against my breasts, my fists at my chin. The anticipation is huge. It’s been hovering for days. On the first morning I brought him pastries, he told me he would spank me within an hour. I’ve been thinking about it ever since.

I suspect he knows that and made me wait on purpose, forcing my anticipation to grow every day. Now, he’s going to show me, and I’m both uncertain and excited.

How have I built this much trust in another human being so quickly? I feel like I’ve known Ryder for months, not days. My world looks nothing like it did before I confronted him next to his truck. I’ve freaking moved in with him. I sleep in his bed. He listens to me, holds me, and takes care of my needs—both emotional and physical.

I tell myself this is all temporary. He’s keeping me safe from Smith, and surely all of this is overboard. Would Smith really hurt me? I hope not. He’s just annoying. Isn’t he?

I don’t give Smith any space in my head. I never have, and I’m not going to start now. All the extra space I might have had before I met Ryder is filled with him now. Currently, it’s filled with thoughts of him spanking me.

Do other couples do this sort of thing? I’ve never discussed it with anyone. I don’t have any close relationships with girls my age. There were twelve of us in my class in school, but none of them was ever my best friend. I don’t talk to them now. I certainly don’t have the kind of relationship where I could ask one of them if they ever let their boyfriend or husband spank them.

“Look at me, Claire,” Ryder orders.

I shift my gaze from whatever I wasn’t seeing across the room to him.

He plants a palm on my lower back and swats my ass.

I yelp at the impact, nearly jumping off the bed, but he must have anticipated my reaction because he holds me steady with his hand on my back.

He spanks me three more times, switching back and forth from one cheek to the other. I’m not as shocked as I was with the first one. It feels weird, though—the sting from someone’s palm. I’m twenty-two years old, and I’m letting a man spank me. What the hell?

Not just any man, but a man who is technically old enough to be my father. We have an odd dynamic. Sometimes, it’s clear he sees me as his equal, especially intellectually. Other times, he…dominates me.

Oh, God… The next swats are harder, and it feels so good. The burn… The way every slap of his palm radiates to my pussy. I’m dripping with need. I was on the edge of an orgasm when he flipped me over to spank me. Now, I’m so desperate I’m about to scream.

I squeeze my knees together. I need friction against my clit. But the damn pillow between my thighs keeps me from getting what I need. The pressure is growing. There’s a tight knot in my stomach begging for release. I’m going to have the biggest orgasm of my life in a second. I might come from this spanking alone.

My face is so hot. I’m embarrassed by my strong reaction. Why am I so aroused? Ryder is smiling at me. He knows. He knew this would happen. Smug bastard.

Holy fuck… I’m going to come. Nothing is touching my pussy, but I lift my head and arch my chest against the mattress, trembling with need. My pussy is pulsing.

Ryder immediately stops spanking me, reaches between my legs, and thrusts a finger into my tight channel.

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