Page 113 of Ryker
“And… if it doesn’t?”
A smile spreads across my face as I finally let the monster peek out. “We’ll make it fit, Tara.”
Her breath catches.
“You have every right to tell me no. The scene will stop when you call Red.” I’m desperate to see if she’ll actually let me do any of this to her.
Tara licks the finger she’d just shoved into her pussy. “What else do you want to do to me, Ryker Hudson?”
Fuuuuck. She’s not running. “I want to get you collared on a leash, then put clamps on your cunt and tits.”
Her pupils blow wide. “What else?”
“Fuck you in every hole until you can’t move.” I stare down my nose at her. “Then I want to fuck you some more.”
“What if I pass out again?”
She will. I’ll make sure of it. “I want to fuck you even when you’re unconscious.”
The weight of my confession has me downward spiraling. Does she see me now? Does she understand how depraved I am? She can’t call Red if she’s passed out. She can’t make me stop fucking her at all.
“Do it,” she says in a deep, sultry voice. “Do your worst.”
“Did you not hear what I just fucking said?” I step forward with my jaw clenched. This woman is insane if she thinks this is okay. “Tara. I’m going to fuck you into oblivion and past that. You won’t be able to use your safe word or tap me or anything. I’ll use you up.”
And spit you out.
My raging hard-on throbs with need. And what’s worse is she’s so turned on right now, I can see her wet pussy from here. She’s soaked through the dress pressed to her core. The thin fabric’s saturated and tells me everything I’ve admitted sounds right down her alley.
I want to promise her I’ll stop if it’s too much. I want to reassure her I won’t mean the nasty things I’ll say. I want to explain that it’s not her that’s trash, it’s me.
“You have my consent, Ryker.” Tara crawls over to me. “You can tie me up, use me, spit and degrade me. Hell, you can fucking piss on me if you want.” She stays on her knees once she reaches my feet and my heart stammers. “I know my worth, Mr. Hudson.” Tara wraps her hands around my dick. “And when we’re through, you’ll know yours, too.”
Jesus Christ.
My eyes roll back when she takes the head of my cock into her mouth. I snap. “The fuck do you think you’re doing, whore?” Her eyes flash when I say that and my heart kicks up into my throat. “Did I say you could touch me?”
Tara pulls back and drops her hands to her lap. “Sorry, Sir.”
“Fuck your sorries,” I growl. “Crawl over to the bed.”
I hate myself already.
Tara doesn’t scamper like a puppy in trouble. She prowls on her hands and knees like a goddamn cougar. It’s all that holds me together as I say, “I paid a lot of fucking money for your pussy.”
“Yes, you did.”
“Shut your whore mouth. You only talk when I tell you to.” My chest tightens. To ease the ache, I drop to my knees and lift her dress to place a gentle kiss on her soaked cunt. “This needy little pussy likes attention. Look at you, soaked already. You’re such a fucking cockslut.”
I spit on her pussy.
She doesn’t even flinch.
Forcing myself onto my feet, I turn around and run my hands down my face as I walk away from her. I’ll have to use Dmitri’s stash of toys for this. There’s nothing in here for me to pleasure a woman with beyond my body and some impact play tools. That’s not good enough.
Heading to the closet, I pull out a large wooden box and lift the lid. Thank God D’s tastes are like mine in depravity. I snag the nipple and labia clamps. He’s got a couple massive dildos in here too, so I pluck the biggest one out, impressed by the weight of it. Next, I dig through my rope stash and pick out the softest ones I own.
“Ready to be tied up like an animal?”