Page 16 of Reignite Me

Pulling my fingers out, I bring them to her lips. “Taste yourself, little one.”

Thea opens her mouth, sucking on my fingers while glancing at me through her lashes. Fuck me. She needs to look at me that same way while sucking my dick. I’ll be blasting down her throat within seconds, but I’d rather come inside that tight pussy.

She’s breathing heavy as she says, “Holy fuck.”

“That’s only the beginning, princess.” I reach for the candle once more. “We’re going to play another game. Each time I feel you’re close to your release, wax will be poured on you.”

“Fucking asshole,” she whispers.

Lifting a brow, I stare down, challenging her. “Repeat that.”

There’s a defiant haze in her eyes as she watches as I lift the candle near her collarbone, the wax just about to pour out.

“Repeat. That,” I order.

As the wax leaks from the candle to land on her skin, she replies mockingly, “Fucking. Ass. Hole.”

Oh, little tigress. You have no idea what’s to come.

EIGHT

THEA

God, Ryker’s such a dick for this, yet it’s such a fucking turn-on. This side of him is something so foreign, so new, that it almost scares me, but in an exciting way. The mix of ice to wax makes my head fuzzy, so whatever’s coming out of my mouth isn’t registering. When I called Ryker an asshole, I didn’t mean it, though I should’ve known better. Should’ve known not to repeat myself, but here we are, Ryker pouring wax yet again on my skin. Pain shocks me as another drop hits me in punishment. Though it’s more of a sting than anything, almost like an unexpected pinch. The pain is temporary as he kisses the area of the dried wax.

“Are you done mouthing off?” Ryker asks sternly.

“Yes, sir,” I whimper out, looking up at him through my lashes.

“Good girl.”

Ryker sets the candle back on the nightstand before turning his attention back to me and capturing my lips with his. This kiss is unlike any we’ve shared—lustful, yet passionate. Slow and heated. His hand travels down my body, and he lightly traces my nipples with his fingers, tugging on them one at a time. I moan into his mouth and arch my back into him, desperate for more.

His lips move from my lips to my neck as his hand leaves my nipple and reaches down to unfasten his belt. Shifting myself, I reach down to help him, frantic to finally have him against me. This is what I’ve wanted since high school but was too scared to act on. Ryker pulls away from me to bat my hands away and finishes taking off his slacks. One glance down, and I can see the outline of his dick through his boxers.

Without a word, he pushes them down, allowing his dick to spring free. Oh fuck, he’s bigger than I could’ve imaged, but that isn’t the most surprising part. There’s a small, curved barbell piercing through the head of his dick. My pussy clenches at the sight of it. Damn, how is that going to feel? Will it hurt?

“Relax your mind, tigress. I can practically see the wheels turning." Ryker’s voice is soft, yet authoritative.

“When…?” I ask.

“That’s a conversation for another time. For now, keep your focus on me. On the pleasure that only I can offer you,” Ryker whispers as he rubs the head of his dick from my entrance to my clit. The piercing sends an odd chill over me, causing me to moan.

“Mmm…Ryker. Please,” I beg.

“What was my name?”

“Sir, please. I need you.”

“Beg for me, princess. Beg for my cock to be deep inside you. For me to fuck you like the filthy slut you are.”

Those filthy words leave his mouth in an enticing way that makes my pussy clench again. I’ve never been one for dirty talk in the bedroom, but the way Ryker does it makes me think that I was all wrong. Though, I’ve only been with guys who care about getting themselves off, not me, so there’s a small difference.

Like Ryker can sense that my mind was starting to wander, he pushes into me without warning, causing me to let out a yelp as I hadn’t had a chance to adjust to his size, nor the unfamiliar metal. But as soon as he is fully inside me, that’s when the pain turns into pleasure.

“Fuck, Ryk,” I moan, not even giving a shit about calling himsir. He feels too good to be true for me to actually care about the rules.

“You like that, baby? I’m just getting started.” Ryker’s signature smirk is plastered to his lips. There’s a hint of mischief glittering in his eyes, but I don’t think much of it until he starts moving his hips. The motion alone causes his piercing to hit my G-spot in a way I never thought was possible during penetration. I let out another loud moan while wrapping my arm around him to drag my nails down his back.

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