Page 31 of Prince of Pain
“Says the goddess.” He climbed out and took my bicep, steering me towards the bathroom. “Get in the shower, you reek like a bar and everyone will flip the fuck out if they think we spent the night fucked up together.”
I pulled the shirt over my head, realizing it was one of his. “Yeah, about that. What did happen last night? Last I remember, I was doing shots with Mase.” His eyes followed me as I turned the shower on and stepped under the icy spray, savoring the chill before it started heating. “I don’t remember you being there.”
“Channing put photos online and you were trashed. I don’t know why I ended up in Blackwater, but I figured I’d bring you here before your father could show up and find you passed out with three dicks in you,” he muttered. “I didn’t really have a plan to be honest, but you were a mess.”
“We were just having fun,” I scoffed, shoving my face under the water to try and wash off last night’s makeup.
“It didn’t look like fun. You act like you love this shit, but people who are happy don’t tend to hack themselves to pieces to feel, babe,” he said dryly, his voice sounding close. I wiped the water from my face to find him stepping into the shower with me, a cloth in his hand. “Here, this should help.”
He tried to wipe my face himself, but I snatched the cloth with a scowl. “I’m not stupid, I can do it myself.”
“Go for it,” he shrugged, not bothering to argue. “Just hurry up. I have shit to do today.”
“Like what? A therapy session?” I deadpanned, his eyes narrowing.
“Don’t be a bitch. Besides, you’re the one that could do with some therapy. Your daddy issues are out of control.”
“You like my daddy issues,” I cooed, reaching around to slide my hands around his waist. His dick instantly woke the fuck up, and I stepped closer with a grin. “Your dick does too.”
“My dick likes anything that gives it attention, don’t let it go to your head,” he grumbled, but he didn’t push me away as he raised an eyebrow. “I guess you have something in common with it.”
“I bet you were hard all night,” I murmured, peering up at him as I licked my lips. “Or did you slide inside me while I was asleep and take what you wanted?”
“No, I didn’t rape you in your sleep,” he bit out, shoving me back so firmly that I almost slipped. “You were passed out, Temp. I wouldn’t?—”
“Why not? You know you always have permission to fuck me, whether I’m conscious or not,” I said as I cut him off. “I love waking up with your cum leaking out of me.”
“That’s fucked up.”
“Don’t kink shame me, and don’t act like you hate it. It makes you feel powerful, right? Touching me while I’m vulnerable? Does it feel different when I’m asleep? Do you come faster while wondering if I’ll wake up to you rocking inside me?” I asked, his eyes flashing with heat.
“Don’t push me, babe. Trust me, you’ll only end up hurt.”
“Let me deal with that,” I offered, motioning to his rock-hard dick. “You want to bend me over? Fuck my bratty mouth? Or—” He didn’t let me finish before his fingers wrapped around my throat and yanked me against him, his voice sharp.
“This isn’t a game. Look what happened last time. I’m sick in the head, Tempest, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
The anger wavered from his face as I reached out to stroke his length, a shudder rolling through him as he closed his eyes.
“What do you need? Control? To cause pain? I’ll give you whatever you want,” I insisted, his hand loosening enough for me to lean forward and nip his chest. “I like being your fuck toy.”
I dropped to my knees and continued stroking him, teasing his balls with my tongue.
“You want to be a slut for me? Fine. Open,” he ordered, satisfaction rolling through me as I did as I was told.
Being bossed around and used by Ryder would always give me the rush I was chasing.
He pushed down my throat, sliding in and out a few times before going harder, a wet gag leaving me as I let him fuck my throat however he wanted. He slid a hand into my hair and gripped firmly, keeping my head in place as he fucked my mouth even harder.
“You’re such a whore. You love being filled with cum, don’t you?” he asked, tightening his grip on my hair more as my eyes started watering. He pulled back from me as if to stop, and I dug my nails into the back of his thighs to keep him close.
“Give me your cum. I want it.”
“Beg me for it,” he growled, my pussy clenching as he stroked himself while holding my gaze. I could tell he was trying to fight off some of his urges, but I wanted him to let them out to play with me.
“Please, Ry? I want you to fill me to the brim with cum like the slut I am.”
That seemed to set him off as he let out a snarl, reaching down to haul me to my feet before slamming my chest against the cold wall.