Page 121 of Ryker

“There are no abrasions from the clamps,” he says, more to himself, I think. He already checked me earlier. Why is he doing it again? “How’s your backside?”

“Sore, but also fine.”

“Let me see.”

“No.” Shoving my dress down, I close my legs and look away. “Why are you acting like this?”

“Tara.” Ryker sits on the edge of the bed with my panties in his fist. “You’re still bleeding.”

It’s probably normal given how hard we went at it, and for how long. Ryker’s dick is fat and long. A little blood should be standard. “I’m sure it’s nothing.”

“I can’t stand the possibility that I hurt you.”

“You didn’t do anything I didn’t want, Ryker.” To make my point clear, I scoot to the edge of the bed and stand. “See? I’m good to go.” Except walking takes extra effort. By the time I make it to the bathroom doorway, a sheen of sweat covers my chest and forehead.

I was so hyper focused on making it to the finish line, I didn’t hear Ryker come up behind me.

“My brave, beautiful girl.” His arms band around my waist and he kisses the side of my neck.

Heat pools in my lower region. “The pain’s delicious,” I admit. “I can see the draw to floggers and clamps now.” I’m not sure if I could handle harder, harsher toys, but down the road, I’d be willing to try. “Later, I’d like to experiment more to see where my limit is with them.”

“Not tonight,” he warns, his mouth pressed to my neck.

“No.” I feel all mushy and soft when he kisses me like this. “Not… fuck, not tonight.”

“That’s my good girl.” He palms my tits.

“Ryker?” I lean against him while he runs his hands all over me.

“Yes, Butterfly?”

“I want you again.”

He freezes. “It’s too soon, baby.”

His rejection stings. “I think I know my body well enough to say what I can and cannot handle.”

“As your Dom, I will override your wishes if I think it’s necessary. I just put you through it, Tara. Your body needs time to heal.”

“My ass does, but not the rest of me.” I think he’s created a monster. Between his possessiveness while carrying me, his sensitivity while taking care of me, and his confidence to march through the club with me curled in his arms like he owns me… I’m turned-on big time. “I want more.”

“So needy,” he whispers. “Can we at least eat first?”

Bracing my hands on the doorjamb, he kisses along my shoulder blades and down my back. God, his mouth is phenomenal. “I’m not hungry.”

“Well, I am.” He bites my ass cheek. It makes me yip.

Someone knocks on the door.

Ryker presses his forehead on the small of my back and sighs. “Don’t you dare fucking move.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He rushes over and opens the door, whispering something quietly to the person on the other side. Then I hear the door shut and lock. Plates and glasses clank on a tray, which he places on the table by the couch, I think. I keep my eyes forward, staring into the dark bathroom, and hold on to the doorjamb so I can stay upright while I wait for his return.

His body heat warms my back again. “Now…” Ryker wraps his arms around me. “Where were we?”

“You were just about to fuck me.”