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Ryder kisses my collarbone and then moves to my breasts. He kisses one, sucking my nipple into his mouth. When he bites down, I reach for his hair and fist it, pulling him closer to me, pulling him into myself. Then he moves to the other breast and this time, I groan loudly.
“Yeah, baby,” he murmurs, biting my nipples and sucking, rubbing his face against me. “That’s what I want to hear, June. I want to hear you come apart for me, princess.” He licks the space between my breasts, back and forth, and then he starts to kiss lower.
“Ryder,” I murmur, but he keeps going. He kisses down the center of my belly and when he reaches the top of my black panties, I quietly clench my pussy, aching for him.
He’ so close.
Just a little bit lower and he’ll be there.
Just a little bit lower and he can slide his tongue across me.
I’ve been fantasizing about Ryder Hawke for so long now that I can’t quite believe this is actually happening. I can’t quite believe he’s here, in my room, in my bed. I can’t believe he’s about to fuck me.
In just a moment, his lips are going to slip even lower on my body. He’s going to pull my panties down and then he’s going to just look at me. Ryder Hawke is the kind of man who takes his time, and I know he’s going to want to see all of me.
And I want him to see me.
I’m not so young that I have any weird hang-ups about my body. It only makes sense that you leave those insecurities behind you at some point. If you don’t, after all, they’ll eventually consume you. So when Ryder looks at me, I’m not under the impression that he’s going to be picking apart any flaws I may or may not have. No, when he looks at me, it’s going to be because he is a man who can’t hold his passion back anymore.
I hold my breath, and I wait.
Only nothing happens.
Ryder doesn’t move. He doesn’t pull my panties down. He doesn’t do anything, and then, I feel him move away from my body.
“What?!” I practically screech. My eyes fly open and I sit up, staring at him. My breasts bounce with the quick movement, and his eyes drop to my chest.
“Excuse me?” His eyes narrow as they move back up to meet mine, and now I know that the game is in full swing. This how the type of Domination I like goes, and I’m glad to see that Ryder likes it, too.
Some couples can live the BDSM-life 24/7, but I’m not one of those girls. No, for me, I need my freedom, and not the kind that comes from submission. For me, I need to be able to make my own choices and not have to check in constantly. I need there to be a give-and-take in our relationship that’s almost completely even, at least until it comes to the bedroom.
And it’s here that I am all his.
It’s here that I will do anything for him.
It’s here that I will melt for him.
“I’m sorry, sir,” I whisper instantly.
“You know how this works, June,” he says, gripping my chin gently. He strokes my cheek, but his eyes are firm. “You say yellow and we slow down, June. You say red and we stop. You have an out. You have options. You can use them, but until y
ou say yellow or red, then we’re going to play my way. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I whisper, breathless. Oh, this is bad. I never play at the club, and while I’m well aware that my living quarters are different, it still feels like I’m playing at the club. It still feels like I’m mixing business with pleasure, and I shouldn’t be doing that. I should be resisting Ryder. Really, it would be in everyone’s best interests, but that’s not what I want.
No, tonight I just want to say yes.
For once, instead of being strong and resilient and tough, I want to be weak and melty and crazy. I want to fall into bed with Ryder Hawke and I don’t want to ever crawl back out. In this moment, I’m not worried about anything but listening to him, and this calms me incredibly.
“Now,” he says slowly. “I believe I owe you a spanking.”
I know better than to protest. Instead, I’m pliant as he moves to a sitting position on the bed and pulls me over his lap.
I love this position.
It makes me feel very vulnerable, but it also makes me feel protected. Isn’t that strange? Ryder Hawke has me half-naked over his lap, but somehow, I know that no matter what happens, he’s in control of this moment, and of me.
He runs his hands over my back and down to my bottom, and then he starts to massage me slowly.
