Page 29 of Taming Raptor

“I look like a bobble head doll.”

“You look sexy as fuck.”

“Aww you’re probably just saying that to get in my pants.”

His smile fell into an evil grin as he reached out to cup me between my legs. “No, I get to fuck you whenever I want—because you’re my good little girl.”

My pussy clenched at his words, and I was sure I’d be soaked by the time we made it back to the clubhouse. I’d never understand how this particular man held so much power over me. He was a craving that was never fulfilled, a itch that was never fully scratched. I seriously believed I might never get enough of him.

“Get on.”

When I rested a hand on his shoulder for balance, he reached up and grabbed my wrist. Looking over his shoulder, he murmured, “I felt that, by the way.”

Shooting him my own wicked glance, I replied, “Good, hopefully you’ll be feeling a lot more real soon.”

His laughter made me feel all gooey inside. That wasn’t me. I wasn’t one to experience all the lovey dovey bullshit, so that was new for me. And truth be told, it was a little frightening, because it only helped confirm that I was in deep. If he was preparing to end shit, I was fucked. I snapped the visor down in an effort to put up some kind of barrier. He fastened a neoprene face mask on, covering too much of his handsome face for my liking. With a sigh I told myself I wouldn’t be able to see him during the ride anyway.

The second I was settled behind him, he met my gaze in one of his mirrors. Inhaling, I savored the hint of his cologne mixed with the cold air, exhaust, and leather that crept up under the helmet to tease my senses. He gave me a thumbs up with a questioning glance, to which I nodded. Once my arms were wrapped around his waist, he stood the bike up, started it, and eased back on the throttle.

As soon as we were off the gravel and had both wheels on the blacktop, he took off. My arms tightened and he reached down to give me a comforting pat. The cold air made me tunnel my hands under his cut for warmth. When he stroked my calf up and down, I moaned, thankful he couldn’t hear me. Everything about the ride was setting off alarm bells—I was heading down the path of no return at high speed and with no brakes.

He took the long way around to get back to the clubhouse and I simply enjoyed the ride and being close to him. Once we were back, he parked in the smaller building where they all left their bikes in the winter months. It was now mid-March, but the weather was so unpredictable.

“Enjoy the ride?” he asked once we were both off the bike. His voice was raspy, and I noticed his nose was pink despite the face mask he’d worn.

He sucked in a hissing breath when I cradled his face with my cold hands. Instinctively, he gripped my wrists so tightly it made me wince. He immediately eased his hold. “Sorry, baby, you just startled me is all.”

Bringing my wrists to his mouth one by one, he kissed my wildly racing pulse. A squeak of surprise passed my lips when he grabbed my ass and hauled me up. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist as he ate up the ground with his long stride. We passed Phoenix’s truck with his trailer on the back, but at the time, I was too preoccupied with the heated kisses I was receiving.

That night we didn’t sleep. He pulled out all the stops. First, he used two spreader bars and fastened them so my arms were in the air with that bar hooked to the ceiling, and my feet were spread wide. Slowly, he circled me, his hands trailing an erotic path over my skin until I was trembling with need. When he stopped behind me, I heard the sound of drawers being opened.

I jumped when he reached around me from the back. His dark chuckle had giddy anticipation firing off butterflies in my stomach. The way he cupped my tits should’ve been my clue, but when he clipped the nipple clamps on, I sucked in a startled breath.

Next came the slippery satin of the cloth he covered my eyes with. Unable to use my eyes, my other senses took over trying to track his movements and prepare for what was next.

“Adrien,” I whispered his name when he gathered my hair and laid it over my shoulder. His touch was so light that it tickled and teased with each movement. That was nothing compared to when he held the weight of my tits in his hands and tugged on the clamps while his heated mouth kissed my shoulders and nipped all the areas he knew drove me crazy.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispered against the skin left damp by his mouth. I shivered and my head fell forward. But it shot up again when he pulled out the next item. The familiar feel of the butter-soft leather strands trailing my flesh made me sigh, knowing what was coming. It was with equal parts excitement and dread that I pleaded.

“Adrien, please, I need you.”

“Shh, my good girl has to wait patiently. Are you not my good girl?”

As I squeezed my eyes tightly closed behind the mask, I whimpered. The soft strands landed on my ass and the muscles tightened at the mild sting.

“Or have you been bad? Is that it? Do you need to be punished for your impatience?”

A cry came unbidden from deep in my chest when the flogger hit my already sensitive breasts. He taunted and teased as he whipped my ass until despite the mild level of the flogger, the globes of my ass burned. My hips greedily drove forward seeking the friction of his hand when he dipped his fingers in my slit.

“That’s my girl,” he crooned before he dropped to his knees and held my hips in his capable hands. Soft kisses rained on my stomach and slowly lower. So slow that I was crying with the need to feel him—any part of him—against my wet pussy lips and aching clit.

He spent what felt like hours playing with me—bringing me to the precipice before backing off and starting over. By the time he let me come, I was a screaming, shuddering mess.

“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured against my inner thigh.

Then he lifted the mask, unfastened the cuffs attached to the bars, and gently carried me to the bed. Tenderly, he smoothed my skin with my favorite lotion. Reverently, he kissed the areas he’d spent the most time on with the flogger, periodically dropping kisses to my heated body.

With his massive form pressed to mine, he leaned over me to place a soft and sultry kiss to my lips. I threaded my fingers through his thick hair and cradled his head as I took as much as I gave.

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