Page 38 of His to Take

Late that night, we landed somewhere near the coast of central Mexico. I clasped Ryker’s hand again when the plane descended. He had warned me the landing might be rough and he had been right. The old derelict airstrip was overgrown with brush and the pavement was broken and crumbling in places. The wheels bounced several times, and the rush of movement was terrifying as the pilot hit the brakes.

I was profoundly relieved when we finally came to a halt.

“Takeoff is far better,” I breathed. Ryker chuckled and I remembered to let go of his hand. Even though I’d been holding onto him tightly again, he didn’t rub his hand or anything. I secretly bet he’d have bruises tomorrow.

The book he’d picked out for me had kept me distracted for much of the flight. Occasionally, I would look out the window and marvel at the Earth far down below, but the storyline about a girl being abducted by a tall, handsome alien had kept my attention. I didn’t tell Ryker, but there was even a scene between the two where he put her over his knee and spanked her to tears when she questioned his love for her, after which he held her and kissed her tears away. I blushed thinking about what he did with his fingers, his tail, and his cock after that. All of it had been so impossibly romantic I knew I would never forget it.

I’d put it back where he’d taken it from before we deplaned.

With a wary look, Ryker left me with one of the security team members while he went back onboard the cargo bay of the plane. He drove one of the smaller off-road vehicles down the gangway. Seth and Vince returned with two extra vehicles that would follow. Without a second thought, I climbed into Ryker’s. When one of the security members made a move to join us, Ryker drove off before the guard’s fingers even brushed the door.

“I loaded all the supplies we may need to find Cressida Labs: maps. the books you collected and referenced. Anything you said you might need is in the cargo hold,” he explained.

“That’s perfect. I’ll make sure to catalogue them all when we stop for the day,” I grinned.

He glanced up into the rearview mirror. The other two vehicles were following closely behind us. His eyes narrowed with distrust for the briefest moment, but then it was gone. A harsh bump jostled the car, and I looked out the window, finally fully taking in my first view of the wastelands from the ground. I’d appreciated it from far above during the flight and it satisfied some of my personal curiosity. Seeing it close-up was something different altogether.

I was accustomed to living in a city, forever surrounded by buildings and pavement with little greenery except what was planted in designated areas zoned for plant growth, but most of those were used for food production so none looked anything like this. In New Englandia, everything was planned and had a purpose. It was all very different out here from the ground. The trees were even more massive than I could have imagined. Some of the trunks were bigger around than the four by four we were driving. There were colorful wildflowers blooming on the rolling hills around us. The overwhelming wildness was all so very beautiful in its unruly grandeur that I found myself stunned to silence time and time again.

I turned my head, glancing at the man beside me. He was quiet, but contemplative as he assessed the path ahead of us. There was no road to follow, but the ground was flat enough in most places. It wasn’t the smoothest ride, but I didn’t complain.

When he noticed me looking in his direction, he smiled. I couldn’t help but notice that he’d been keeping his distance, especially around the security team. I knew he was being respectful and protecting me from any intrusive suspicions those men might have, but it still hurt my feelings a little bit all the same. He lifted his hand from the steering wheel, then hesitated a moment as if he was undecided, glancing in therearview mirror again, before reaching for me and taking my hand in his. He squeezed it tight, reassuringly.

“Do you remember what I said back at your home?” he asked pointedly. There was a slight hint of command to his tone, and I looked quickly back toward him. Maybe I’d been imagining that distance after all.

“Yes,” I replied, blushing hotly.

“Unbutton your pants,” he dictated.

“But I…”

“Little girl,” he warned, his voice only just above a growl. Immediately, my entire body heated with arousal. The rapid rise in my internal temperature took me by surprise, and my clit pulsed eagerly as if it was egging him on.

Without another word, I unbuttoned my jeans.

“Push them down past your knees, all the way to your ankles,” he instructed.

Slowly, I did as he asked, blushing heatedly with every terrible moment. With my underwear in place, I still had some measure of propriety, but not much. That didn’t last long.

“Panties too. I want that pussy entirely bare for me,” he commanded.

“Ryker,” I gasped.

His hand quickly struck the top of my thigh. I yelped at the unexpected sting.

“Yes, sir,” I quickly corrected. I slipped my thumbs beneath the waistband of my panties and hesitantly pushed them down a fewmillimeters. He cleared his throat, clearly expecting me to go a bit faster. I whimpered quietly, using my legs to lift myself up off the seat a little bit so that I could slip my panties down past my backside. I paused for a brief moment with my fists in front of my pussy before I pushed them all the way down to the tops of my jeans.

He brushed his fingers over the top of my left thigh.

“Open your legs for me,” he instructed firmly. I stared down at his hand, watching it slink toward my pussy and my thighs opened of their own accord.

“Sir…” I breathed.

“I told you I was going to make you come for me, didn’t I?”

“Yes… but…”

His fingers dipped toward my pussy, and I stopped breathing. The moment they touched my glistening folds, I sucked in a mouthful of air as a bolt of pleasure spiraled straight to my core. Without meaning to, my hips lurched upwards of their own accord, seeking out his hand. It was mortifying to see myself like this.

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