by L. A. Casey
I snapped my eyes up to Ryder’s and found him smirking down at me.
“So what if I am?” I challenged and broke my vow of silence by speaking.
I gasped when he suddenly grabbed hold of my forearms and forced me to step back until my back hit the bathroom door. I almost groaned out loud when his pelvis pressed against mine and I felt the hardened length of his cock press into me.
Shit.
“Careful, Branna,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I might think you actually want me with the fire in those pretty eyes of yours.”
I narrowed my eyes. “It’s not like you’ll fuckin’ do anythin’ about it.”
Ryder’s grip on my arms tightened.
“Excuse me?” he asked through clenched teeth.
I cleared my throat. “We haven’t had sex in months. Somethin’ about me has put you off wantin’ to have sex with me so I doubt you’ll do anythin’ to me no matter how much heat is in my eyes… or knickers.”
Fuck it.
If he thought he was going to intimidate me with his manhandling ways then he had another thing coming. He hadn’t put his hands on me in such a way in the longest time, and I was savouring his touch because I knew when I left the bathroom, it probably wouldn’t happen again for another few months.
“You think I’m not attracted to you?” Ryder asked, shock evident in his tone.
I shrugged. “What else am I supposed to think? There was a time when you couldn’t keep your hands off me, now you can barely stand to be close to me.”
Ryder growled, lowered his head, and thrust his hips against me.
I shuddered.
“Does it feel like I’m not attracted to you?” he almost snarled.
I looked away and remained mute.
“Branna,” he rumbled. “Look at me when I’m speaking to you.”
An electric jolt of pure pleasure shot straight to my clit and pulsed at his demanding tone. I licked my lips, turned my head and looked up at him, my mouth hanging open as I began to pant. Ryder lowered his head and surprised me when he snaked his tongue out and ran it over my bottom lip. I closed my eyes and almost hummed when he closed his lips around it and sucked it into his mouth.
Whatever control I had snapped because one second I was allowing Ryder to suck and nibble on my lower lip, and the next I was climbing him like a fucking tree. My hands were all over him, and his all over me. It’s like we were animals and roughly feeling one another to make sure what was happening was real, and not a figment of our imagination.
“Ryder,” I breathed against his mouth and tried to take a step backwards, but his hold on me was solid and kept me in place.
He lowered his lips from my mouth to my neck and growled. “I’m going to fuck you, Branna.”
My body practically sang with delight, but my heart frowned because it knew there would be no intimacy. This was purely primal. I momentarily thought about rejecting Ryder’s advances, but I was only a woman, and I missed him so much that I wanted to grasp at any chance to be close to him, especially since I knew it would probably be the last time I would be close to him for a long while.
I licked my lips. “So fuck me then.”
“Be careful,” he warned through clenched teeth. “I haven’t had you in a long time, if you give me the green light, I won’t stop until we’re both satisfied. That means you’ll be very sore for the rest of the day, you understand?”
My lips quirked. “Promises, promises.”
Ryder’s grip on me tightened. “You doubt me, darling?”
I shrugged out of his hold.
“I thought I told you never to doubt me.”
I frowned. “That was a long time ago.”
“It had no time limit when I said it, it still doesn’t.”
I sighed. “Yeah, whatever.”
“Who do you think you’re talking to?” Ryder almost growled.
I blinked. “You.”
“Are you sure you know it’s me because when I say I’m going to fuck you into soreness, I mean it. You’re acting like it’s someone else who is promising this to you. You know I follow through with what’s mine.”
I tilted my head to the side. “It’s been a few months, maybe I forget.”
“You forget what it’s like to me fucked by me, or you forget what it’s like to be mine?”
Without hesitation I said, “Both.”
Fire flashed in Ryder’s eyes and it caused me to back away from him, but like an animal, he followed.
“I thought I made it clear that you were mine, Branna.”
I nervously swallowed as I continued to back away from Ryder, who was still advancing on me, slowly, like a predator stalking its prey.
“Turn around, and bend over,” he ordered. “Now.”
My pulse spiked as excitement flowed through my veins.
“Wh-why?” I asked, not being able to hide the tremor in my voice.
“Because,” he growled as he undid his belt buckle, “I’m going to give you a hell of a reminder who you belong to, and when I’m finished, you won’t question it again. Now turn around. And. Bend. Over.”
Holy. Shit.
I spun around so fast the rush of air against my face caused my breath to catch.
“Hmmm,” Ryder hummed. “Are you sure you don’t remember the feel of me inside your sweet pussy?”
“I’m sure,” I breathed.
My clit pulsed so hard it caused me pain.
I felt his hand grab hold of the hem of my pyjamas shorts and knickers. He slowly pulled them down and I hissed when his nails scraped against my skin only to be replaced by his warm, wet tongue, soothing the sting away with tender flicks.
I opened my eyes when I felt a tug on my hair. I reached forward and rubbed away the steam from the bathroom mirror and stared at Ryder who was positioned behind me, his eyes trained on mine. My hair fell down around my shoulders a second later, and I realised the tug on my hair was Ryder removing my hair tie.
“You have no idea what I would do to you if you had no work today.” He murmured, his eyes burning with heat. “You wouldn’t be able to sit down.”
I couldn’t help it when my eyes widened and it caused Ryder to grin.
“Branna. Branna. Branna.” He mused. “What will I do to you?”
I swallowed. “Make me scream.”
“That,” he smirked, “I can do.”
I jumped when he pressed against me and carefully kicked my legs apart as far as they would go with my knickers and shorts acting as binds around my ankles. When he was happy when how far apart I was spread, with his eyes locked on mine, Ryder reached around with his hand, and slipped it between my thighs.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered, his pupils dilating as he coated his fingers with my essence.
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes shut as I relished in his touch. I gripped onto the counter when Ryder brought his fingers to my throbbing clit and I cried out when they made contact.
He chuckled in my ear. “One touch and you scream.”
I didn’t care about his teasing; I just cared about his fingers and what they would do to me.
“Do you rub this pretty clit at night and think of me, Branna?”
What the hell?
“Ryder—”
“Answer or I stop,” he said and picked up his speed, causing me to cry out again.
“Yes!” I shouted. “I pretend it’s you touchin’ me.”
“Good,” he growled.
I felt my jaw drop open when his rubbing on my clit caused my breath to hitch, my back to arch and my heart to briefly stop as I tumbled into bliss.
“Your face when you come is my favourite thing,” Ryder gruff voice cut through my dream like haze, “but feeling you come when you’re wrapped around me is even better.”
He bent me forward then and without warning, he entered me in one fluid motion. He moaned as I cried out, the feeling of fullness and delight consuming me.
This, I thought, this is
everything.
Ryder withdrew from me slowly, hissing as he did so, before driving straight back in to the hilt.
“Omigod,” I screamed and arched my back.
Ryder’s hands dug into the flesh on my hips as he began a steady rhythm of fucking me. That’s what he was doing—he was fucking me, not making love.
He growled, “Fuck! I’ve missed pounding this pussy.” I moaned when he pumped harder. “So”—thrust—“fucking”—thrust—“much.”
I couldn’t think, let alone form a reply to that crude remark.
I gripped onto the bathroom counter and tried to form a coherent thought, but it was impossible to do with the mind-blowing sensations that my body was experiencing. If possible, this was definitely the best sex we had ever had, and it gutted me a little because it was just a primal frenzy between our bodies, there were no loving or comforting touches.
I accepted it for what it was though. It was sex, and toe curling sex at that.
“Branna,” Ryder groaned. “You feel fucking incredible.”
“Ditto,” I moaned as I bucked my hips back only for Ryder’s pelvis to slam into my behind causing vibrations to race up and down my spine.
Yes.
I yelped when a sting spread out over my behind. I heard the sound of the smack, I felt the bite of pain, but it took me a few seconds to release Ryder actually spanked me.
“Are you serious?” I rasped, pushing my behind back against him.
He laughed, and slapped my behind again.
“Ryder!” I shouted.
I wanted my voice to be firm, but it fell apart into a moan when he rotated his hips and hit a spot deep inside me that caused me to see stars.
“Right there,” I moaned.
Once I spoke the words of encouragement, Ryder became as still as a statue.
“No,” I cried out and tried to buck back to chase down my own release, but Ryder’s powerful hold on my hips prevented that from happening.
“Who is fucking you?” he asked, his voice gruff.
“What are you—”
“Who is fucking you?” he cut me off, his voice raised.
“You are,” I answered, shocked that his pissed off tone was making me hotter.
He rewarded me with a deep thrust.
I groaned.
“Whose pussy is this?” Ryder then asked, his tone stern.
“Please, just—”
He cut me off with a stinging slap to my behind that caused me to cry out with surprise.
“If you don’t answer me, I’ll hurt you so good.”
Part of me wanted to know what that entailed, but the sting I felt on my behind as Ryder’s hand caressed the sore flesh kept me from asking.
“It’s yours,” I said, trying to keep my voice even.
Another deep thrust.
I moaned. “Yes.”
“Last question,” he murmured and leaned forward, placing his lips against my ear. “Who do you belong to?”
That was the easiest thing he had ever asked me.
“You, Ryder,” I replied, envisioning I was speaking to the man I first met in Darkness. “I belong to you. Always.”
“Damn. Fucking. Right.”
He proved his point then. He fucked me so hard he reminded me that he did, in fact, own me. Body, heart and soul. It was just a pity that he had no idea that he was shattering two out of the three.
Once he repeatedly drove into me, and didn’t stop, he made good on his promise and brought me intense satisfaction. Without warning, I was lost in bliss for a second time, and if it wasn’t for the counter under my upper body, or Ryder’s grip on my hips, I would have fallen to the floor in a satisfied heap.
“You okay?” he asked when I came down from my high.
I nodded against the marble my head rested on. “Yeah, I needed that.”
He snickered as he withdrew from me, but said nothing further as I heard him bin the condom I didn’t even know he put on. When he stepped away from me, a draft spread out over my behind and legs causing me to shiver. I straightened myself up and pulled my knickers and shorts up whilst doing so. I made sure not to look up into the mirror because I didn’t want to see what Ryder was doing, but I mainly didn’t want him to see the tears that filled my eyes.
I hated that I was getting upset. I didn’t want to cry anymore.
“I’ve to head out for the day,” he hesitantly said, “but can we do this again tonight?”
I blinked as I turned on the taps and pumped some soap onto my hands, washing them just to give me something to do.
“Where are you goin’?” I asked, although I knew I wouldn’t receive an honest answer.
Ryder cleared his throat and moved behind me, snaking his hands around my waist, and lowering his lips to my bare shoulder. “Just out, nowhere important.”
I tried not to focus on his touch, because it was about to open the dam in my eyes.
“Oh, I see.” I murmured.
Ryder moved his face to the side of my neck and rubbed his nose against the tender flesh of my sweet spot, then placed a kiss beneath my ear, directly on said spot. The action caused my tears to splash onto my cheeks, and a sob to get suck in my throat. He used to always kiss me there right before he told me he loved me.
The ‘I love you’ never came.
“So,” Ryder prompted, gaining my attention. “Can we have sex again tonight? I want to touch you some more.”
Or you want to come some more.
“Yeah, we can have sex again,” I replied, my voice as emotionless as a robot’s.
Having sex with him only hurt me more, but any form of touching him was better than nothing. Even though we were having serious problems, I still craved him.
Ryder gave me a squeeze. “Great, I’ll be counting down the hours until I’m home.”
My lower lip quivered. “Me too, Ry.”
He kissed the back of head, gave my behind a little tap then he practically skipped out of the bathroom and headed into our bedroom to dress.
“I’m getting a shower now,” I called out as tears streamed down my cheeks.
“Okay, babe, I’ll be gone by the time you’re out.” He shouted back.
I covered my nose and mouth with my hand to lessen the noise of my sniffles. I turned on the shower and after a moment, I stripped bare and stepped under the hot stream. I pressed my back against the cool tiles, and slowly slid down the wall until I was crumbled mess on the shower floor.
This is what I had become. This was what Ryder had unknowingly done to me.
He broke my heart.
He broke me.
Present day…
You know the feeling of when you just wake up, before your eyes open, and you’re aware of everything happening around you whilst still being in a barely conscious state? That was what I was currently experiencing.
For a few moments, I didn’t try to move or open my eyes. I couldn’t think rationally yet, but there was a distinct pain in my chest and a churn in my gut that told me something wasn’t right. It was a feeling I couldn’t quite explain.
When my limbs involuntarily twitched, a sharp physical pain rocked through me, and out of nowhere, my head began to pound as if someone was using it as a drum. I made a small whining sound that drew entirely too much energy from me.
Slowly, I opened my eyes and was surprised to find everything was still pitch black. I blinked my lids a couple of times, but nothing changed. For a second, I thought it was the middle of the night, but when I lifted my head from where my chin was resting on my chest and felt the strain of fabric covering my eyes, I knew it wasn’t. I figured it was my bed cover over my face even though, logically, I knew I would feel the cover on every part of my face if that were the case instead of just on my eyes.
I knew then that something was definitely wrong, but I didn’t know what it was as my memory didn’t have any recollection of anything for me to be scared of. My worries were pushed to the side when a fierce pain in my neck sudden
ly took focus. I slowly rolled my head onto my shoulders and winced when it cracked. I didn’t like how restricted and tight my muscles felt. My head was very heavy, like a weight that I didn’t have the strength to hold up.
I rolled my neck around in a circle to soothe the pain and it was then that I noticed I could do it easily without a pillow stopping me. Almost instantly I knew that I wasn’t lying down on my bed. In fact, I wasn’t lying down at all. I was in an upright sitting position on a hard chair if the ache in my legs and behind were anything to go by.
There was an unholy creak in my neck from when my head hung downwards in my sleep. I didn’t understand it. Never in my life had I fallen asleep sitting upright, and I didn’t have any reminiscence of sitting on a chair and dozing off in the first place.
What the hell did I do last night?
I was momentarily annoyed with myself for falling asleep the way I did, but when I tried to arch my back and lift my arms into a stretch, I found that I couldn’t. Panic set in. I tried to move my arms once more and was shocked to find that they weren’t at my sides, instead they were behind my back, and something was wrapped tightly around my wrists, binding them together.
I struggled against the bond that held my hands in place, and this caused me to move my legs too. I whimpered when I couldn’t move them either. I felt the pressure of something around each ankle as I tried to tug them free. Whatever it was, it was hard, and secured my limbs to the legs of the chair I was sitting upon.
What is happening? Where am I?
I didn’t have answers to the questions that surged through my mind, and the not knowing was terrifying me. It didn’t stop me from trying to get loose, though. I searched my mind for answers, just as I searched for a way to wriggle free from the bindings that took away my free will.
“You’re going to chafe your skin if you keep struggling like that.”
I yelped with fright and swung my head from side to side in a desperate attempt to remove the cover from my eyes, but it was no use. Whatever the material was, it was tied securely around my head and completely obscured my vision.
My already pounding heart kicked into overdrive, and the fear that flowed through me was so strong I felt like I was going to vomit. I struggled to breathe steadily, and to remain calm, but it was immensely difficult not to let my fear take over.
