Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Next, I feel his hands in my hair, seeking out the pins I used to pull the strands up. One by one, he begins to release them until my hair is completely down and falling along my shoulders.
“You have beautiful hair, Lola. I want to see it against my sheets. Now, be a good girl and turn around and finish undressing.”
I bite my lip to keep from moaning out at how delicious it feels to have Ryker’s breath against my skin. I turn around slowly to face him. I take the straps of my dress and slowly lower them, allowing the dress to slide from my body and fall to the floor. I step out of it and force my gaze to lock with Ryker’s. It’s not easy. I can feel the heat bloom across my skin as I stand before him in nothing but my black lace strapless bra and heels.
“Finish,” he commands, his voice hoarse.
Immediately I move my hands up to unhook the clasp between my breasts. My fingers fumble with it, but it releases and I let it fall to the floor. Without thought, I use my arms to cover my breasts. The rest of me is out there. I don’t even think to cover my pussy from him, but somehow the cool air against my nipples makes me feel more exposed.
“I…” I start to say something, but the words lodge in my throat when I see the heat in Ryker’s gaze. I can almost feel it as if it was a literal touch. His hands come out to capture mine, forcing them away from my body and exposing my breasts completely. I bite back an apology, feeling unsure of myself. I start to bend down to take off my heels, but he stops me.
“Those fucking stay on,” he orders. I look up at him, surprised, and watch as he palms his dick through his pants as if he’s adjusting himself. The outline of his cock is more than visible against his jeans. I was wet before, feeling my juices painted along my thighs, but seeing the physical effect I have on Ryker just makes me wetter.
“Okay,” I murmur, standing back up and suddenly feeling more in control. He might be calling the shots, but I’m the one feeling powerful here.
“Get on the bed on your hands and knees, Lola,” he orders. I get on the bed, but freeze when he puts a finger under my chin and pulls my face up to look at him. “Face the headboard,” he says and I nod in understanding as he steps back. Once I’m in position, I do my best to steady my breathing. I jerk my head around when I feel Ryker’s hand wrap around my ankle.
I watch as he pulls out a silver cuff that is attached to a strap coming from the post on the bed. He connects the cuff around me, and the metal feels cold and foreign. He pulls out my other leg and does the same. I can still remain on my knees, but it’s harder; I’ve had to spread my legs out and I know from where he’s standing it opens me even more to him.
“What are…what are you doing?” I ask, unsure if it’s okay to question him, but doing it anyway. I look over my shoulder as I hear movement behind me. I see Ryker pick up a box from the dresser.
“Eyes to the front, Lola,” he commands, his voice sounding as if he is disciplining me for being bad. I immediately respond, not wanting to displease him further. “Good girl,” he approves, stroking my lower back. I’m dying to turn around to see what he’s doing, but I don’t. I want him to be happy with me. Excitement flushes through me, heating me from the inside out. If he can make me feel like this without actually doing much more than touching me…
“Ryker,” I exclaim, when without any type of warning I feel the rough pads of his fingers caress the lips of my wet pussy.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Ryker growls at the exact moment his fingers find my swollen clit and zero in on it. “So primed for me, so responsive,” he adds, and he’s right. My body is on fire for him. “You’re going to like what happens next, my sweet Lola,” he says, kissing the cheek of my ass.
That’s the only warning I get before he inserts something between my legs. It’s warm and soft…almost gel like. It’s also long and thick and it slips between the folds of my pussy and puts pressure against my clit. I go completely still, unsure of what will happen next, when it begins vibrating.
“Ryker,” I cry out as sensation immediately begins to crash in on me. My hips move of their own volition as I try to ride the wand that he’s torturing me with.