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“Let me make it easy for you. Anytime you feel like Ryder might not like this…” My mouth is at her ear. “That means don’t do it.” I bite her lobe, then suck on it.
She gasps.
“Do you understand?” My other hand roughly caresses her firm tits, pinching one of her nipples.
“Yes,” she moans, sounding almost frantic.
“Good,” I grunt, trailing my hand down her stomach to cup her wet cunt. “So wet.” My fingers circle her slick, swollen clit. She’s intoxicating, her scent, her moans, all of her fills my head. She’s a drug I don’t intend on quitting, but I know the rules.
“Ryder…” she whines, arching her head back.
Our eyes lock. Placing my hand on her neck, I hold her still while I fuck her with my fingers.
“You want my cock to fuck your ass tonight?”
Though I caress her lips gently with mine, my fingers fuck her rough. She’s chanting my name while her greedy pussy grabs ahold of my fingers.
I smile at her. “Bad girls get nothing,” I say darkly.
When I remove my fingers, she screams, “No,” her nails digging into my wrist, her eyes almost wild. Like a feral cat, she pants as I push her off my lap to the floor. Standing, I grab the back of her hair tight.
“Suck.” I shove my dick straight down her throat. She gags, her eyes like sapphires, and she tries to relax enough to take more of me.
“Breathe through your nose,” I say, watching her mouth suck and gag on me. Her nipples are rock hard as she moves her hand to touch herself.
I grin at her, letting her fucking mouth erase all my demons, my leg muscles tightening as the fucking ecstasy builds.
“Yeah, it feels good, doesn’t it?” I grunt, shoving her head up and down on me, my fists tightening in her hair. She reaches up to grab the arm of the chair and looks up at me.
Her eyes are wet, mascara smudged under both eyes. She relaxes, her throat taking in more than half of me. I go blank, my mind filled with her mouth, her scent, as I guide her head.
“Swallow.” I go over, freezing for a split second, the pleasure making my eyes roll back and my cock jerk. Next I’m shooting my seed straight down her throat.
“Fuck.” I hold her head tight while she sucks and swallows like I’m a delicious Popsicle that she’s enjoying on a hot day. My hands loosen in her hair. My eyes come back into focus. She rubs her own clit, her tongue still swirling and sucking the tip of my cock.
“Look at me.” I jerk her head off me.
Her breathing comes in short gasps. Frantically she tries to come.
Our eyes connect and I smile. She’s my voodoo goddess, and our fate is sealed. Good or bad, neither of us can walk away. That being said, she still hasn’t gotten it. I reach down and take her wrist.
Her eyes, which were seconds away from finding relief, turn black. “Ryder,” she whispers, “please, please let me come.” In desperation, she reaches to touch herself with her other hand.
Easily I take that wrist also and she kneels, breasts heaving, arms on top of her head, her eyes filled with tears, which she blinks away.
“What did you do wrong?” I demand, my fingers tightening on her wrists.
“I didn’t listen to my gut. I should never have gotten on Rip’s bike.” Her voice cracks as she spits it out.
I cock my head to look at her and smile. “Ah, Bellezza, you just want to come.”
She nods. “Please. I’m sorry.” She’d say anything right now, which is why spanking her, scaring her, is nothing but foreplay. No, the real way to punish Julianna has nothing to do with her body and everything to do with her mind.
I let go of her wrists and her hands fall to her sides. Cupping her chin, I trace her lips with my thumb. She cuddles her face against my hand, nudging me like a cat wanting to be petted. Her blue eyes silently beg for my touch—because I am her weakness, her sickness, a monster doling out death and order.
I drop my hand, my eyes turning cold. She shakes her head.
“You’ll learn, Julianna, and you will obey.” I move around her, leaving her alone on the floor.
JULIANNA
Present
Disciples’ clubhouse
Burbank, CA
What just happened? I almost lean forward to ease the ache in my chest. Instead, I stare, frozen in place as he walks away from me.
His voice is lodged deep in my chest like a flu you can’t seem to shake. Obey, learn. The loud slam of the bathroom door makes me jump and my brain finally starts to work. Reaching for the arm of the chair, I stand.
“What the hell?” I say to the emptiness. He’s gone, rejecting me, not only physically but mentally. The pulsing throb between my legs is nothing compared to the confusing pain of my heart. I clear my throat and look around, vaguely hearing the shower running.
