by Julie Bailes
Sitting back onto my haunches, I push him back, and then straddle my legs over his. “I did, and I’m dreadfully sorry,” I apologize. Reaching down between us, I grip his girth and steady his cock. “May I ride you, Ryder?” Reluctantly, he nods. Slowly, I lower myself down his length and bring my mouth to his. “I’d much rather ask for forgiveness than permission, except for right now. Now, I’m asking that you allow me to pleasure you. Please,” I request, delicately kissing him.
“Me paso, mi belleza, te doy mi permiso,” he breathes.
“So, yes?” I question seriously, comprehending only two of the words he spoke; belleza—which he advised me means beauty, and permiso.
Chuckling, he places his hands on my hips and urges me to rock against him. “Yes, baby, you may pleasure me.”
Fourteen
Ryder
After I allow Piper the privilege of riding me like a wild stallion, I dampen a towel with hot, soapy water and remove the dried blood from her ass and thighs. Unlike her last flogging, I don’t massage any lotions, creams, or oils onto her wounded welts. The pain I provided her was a gift, and I don’t want to numb it. Oh, no, I want her to feel it intensely, and think twice before being so goddamn careless and defiant. Calming her sweltering cheeks would be counterproductive, like taking ten steps forward and twenty steps back. Tonight, Piper was sexed into submission.
Crawling into bed, I wrap my arm around her and pull her into me for cuddling. Gingerly running my fingers through the length of her hair, she starts to doze off. Reaching up, I kiss her temple. “I don’t know who you think you are, storming into my life and stirring my emotions like a hurricane… but now, there’s no way I’m ever living without you,” I whisper into her ear.
Lazily smiling, she takes my hand and places it over her heart. Her gesture is a silent confirmation, letting me know that not only do I own her mind, body, and soul… but I also own her heart.
Routinely, at four in the motherfucking morning, my damn phone blares. Unwilling to remove my hand from the thudding treasure hidden inside Piper’s chest, I do an awkward twist and grab my phone from the nightstand. Already knowing that it’s Cassianna, I hold the power button down and shut off my phone completely. I will not allow that crazy bitch to ruin the happiness I’m finally experiencing. Not tonight, not ever.
Today, I’m going to have my number changed. The only reason I kept it the same is because of Cadence. Even though I despise Cassie, if anything ever happened to that innocent little boy, I’d be by his side in a heartbeat. After all, it isn’t Cadence’s fault his father is a no good low life who wants nothing to do with him. I understand him shunning Cassianna, because she is nothing more than his dirty little mistress, but turning his back on own flesh and blood? That’s not a decision a man makes. It’s one a coward chooses. Tossing my phone back onto the stand, I get back into my previous position and snuggle into Piper so close, a toothpick couldn’t be wedged between our bodies.
A few hours later, Piper’s whimper wakes me as she untangles herself from my body. I don’t bother asking her if she’s okay, her red angry flesh lets me know she feels like a thousand bullet ants made a buffet out of her ass. Serves her right. I can be just as compassionate as I can dominate, but I won’t be disrespected, and that’s exactly what Piper did when she bit and hit me. Therefore, I will in no way, attempt to allay her discomfort.
Standing from the bed, she winces as she walks across my room and into the bathroom. I can’t resist my witticism. “How are you feeling, mi querida?”
Appearing from behind the door, she leans against the doorframe and crosses her arms. “Desirably sore,” she winks, wearing her tough girl face well.
Untangling the sheets from my legs, I get up, walk to her and tuck my fingers under her chin to lift her face. “Desirably, huh? So, does that mean you’re ready to carry out the rest of your punishment?” With mouth agape and eyes as large as the moon, she gasps. “Relax, nena, I’m only kidding,” I grin.
Pulling her lips closed, she swallows hard and shrugs. “May I make one suggestion?” Although I know her so-called suggestion is going to be a wisecrack that gets her into trouble, I nod to give her approval anyway. “Next time you whip, flog, or spank me… you should really consider putting your weight into it. This isn’t the worst I’ve experienced,” she jokes, at least she better be.
“Oh, is that so?” I ask. Extending my arms behind her, I use both of my hands to firmly squeeze the globes of her ass, and she jolts in my arms. “Yeah, I didn’t think so,” I boast, kissing her softly. “Go on and finish what you were doing, and I’ll go out and make us breakfast.”
Getting onto her tiptoes, she wraps one arm around my neck and rubs the length of my morning erection with her other hand. “Or you can be my breakfast,” she whispers seductively, dragging her nails down my chest as she gets onto her knees.
Resting her hands on her thighs, she looks up to me and awaits my instructions. “Suck me, beauty. When I come, you swallow every bit of me. Don’t you waste so much as a drop,” I instruct. At once, her tight mouth engulfs every inch of my hard cock. Her dexterous hands accompany her mouth in stroking my length. With her adept tongue teasing my pulsing vein, I place my hands into her hair and steady her head as I fill her mouth with my creamy, warm release. Hungrily, she takes in every drop of cum I shoot.
“Piper, stand up,” I order. Some dominants underestimate the value of a strong-willed submissive, but not me. I, for one, have no desire to be with a subservient sub. They’re too eager to obey, and in my opinion, annoyingly weak. A strong-willed submissive, such as Piper, submits to the desires of her dom, not for her pleasure, but his. The sub strength Piper’s proven to possess is awe-inspiring, and she will be rewarded for it.
Walking her back against the wall, I squat down, lift her legs over my shoulders, stand and lift her from the floor. Without explanation, I bring my mouth to her juicy cunt and reward her until she’s screaming my name, and begging for mercy. Once her mind is ravaged, and she’s trembling in my arms, I lap her essence and lower her back onto her feet. Her knees buckle, and her body goes limp.
“I hate how you can bring me to my knees,” she croaks, her voice hoarse from screaming my name, repeatedly.
Carrying her back to my bed, I tuck her in and kiss her forehead. “I can say the same for you, belleza. Rest while I make breakfast.” Before I even finish speaking, she closes her eyes and surrenders to a pleasure-induced, deep sleep.
***
“Please, can’t you just take me home?” Piper whines. Once a year, my parents invite all our family, friends, and employees over for an appreciation dinner. I’ve already told my mom that Piper would accompany me, and there is no way I’m letting her back out on me.
“Yes, Piper, I will take you to your place, but you aren’t staying. You will go inside to shower, slip on something sexy, and I will be back to pick you up in two hours.”
“You making me meet your parents is defining our relationship, Ryder,” she groans, walking out to the garage.
Standing behind her, I reach in front of her and place my hand on the handle. “Our relationship has already been defined, beauty. You are mine,” I proclaim, opening the door for her.
Before taking her seat, she reaches over the car door and fists my shirt. “So you claim, but am I really… yours?” she teasingly questions, tugging me down and kissing me swiftly.
“You bet your beautiful fucking ass, you are. Get inside.”
After dropping Piper off, I go to the phone store and get my number changed. As easy as it should have been, it was rather difficult. It felt like I was saying goodbye to Cadence all over again. While I’m not his father, I spent an entire year believing I was. That little man still owns a small piece of my heart, and my decision to cut all ties to him didn’t come lightly. His annoying whore of a mother left me no choice. It isn’t fair to Cadence and it sure as fuck isn’t fair to me. But I know the choice I made is what’s best for me, and my future wit
h Piper.
When I arrive home, I shower and dress for the evening. Before I leave to pick up Piper, I call Dean to let him know I have a new telephone number. “This is Dean,” he answers.
“Wow, baby brother, you sound like a man. I’m proud,” I jape.
“Fuck you, man. What’s up? Where are you calling from?”
Touchy shit, he always has been. “I’m calling from my cell. Cassianna went stalker shit crazy and wouldn’t stop blowing my phone up with calls, texts, and voicemails. I can’t risk her calling while Piper is around,” I explain.
“You love her already, don’t you? Fuck, Ryder, I told you to keep away from her,” he sighs.
“Why, because you want her?” I snap.
“Listen, I’m just looking out for you. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, brother. Sailor won’t—”
“Fuck Sailor, and fuck you for being on his side. Hear me now, brother. Piper is mine. Mine, goddammit,” I spit. Everyone else may walk on eggshells when they’re in Sailor’s presence, but not me. Hell fucking no, I will not.
“Calm your shit; I’ll always be on your team. I’m just warning you. I just don’t want anything happening to you or Piper. How is she anyway?” he coaxes. Convincing myself he has my best interest at heart, I relax. “She’s fine. Actually, I need to let you go so I can go pick her up.”
“Wait. You’re bringing her to dinner?”
“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I?”
“Mom sent out the invitations before I fired Sailor.”
“And?” I ask, annoyed that he’s having difficulty comprehending that I don’t give a single fuck about Sailor. He doesn’t intimidate me, none whatsoever.
“And, there’s a possibility he’ll be there,” he blurts.
“Good, I hope he is. I’ll be sure to fuck her on the center of the table while he watches,” I retort, ending our conversation.
Fifteen minutes later, Piper greets me at her front door. As soon as I catch sight of her beauty, I lose my breath. Her hair is gathered to one side with large ringlets cascading down her arm and chest. The red cocktail dress she’s wearing is one shouldered with a cutout side, baring her perfectly tanned skin. The length is long on one side, reaching her ankle, but the other side is cut short—mid thigh—with a slit on it. Absolutely mesmerizing. She spins around to show off her seductive attire, and that’s when I see the entire back of her dress is nonexistent. Instantaneously, my appetite for food vanishes. All I want is to rip the slinky material from her gorgeous body and fuck her.
“I’m assuming this meets your requirements,” she taunts, lowering her eyes and acknowledging my straining bulge.
“Nena, it doesn’t meet my requirements. It fucking exceeds them,” I praise. Lunging forward, I take her into my arms, bend her back slightly, and place my mouth onto her neck. “Belleza, if we weren’t already late, I’d carry you upstairs and fuck you senseless,” I growl.
Driving to my parents and keeping my hands off Piper is impossible. Like a kid in a candy store, I find the sweetest piece and fondle it. “No panties?”
She gasps when I sink my fingers inside her. “No, we haven’t discussed if I should wear them in public or not. Sailor never—”
Immediately, I cut her off. “Don’t finish that sentence. I’m not Sailor, nor do I give a shit what he did or didn’t have you do. When you’re with me, and only me, you will not wear them. At times where we’ll be surrounded by a crowd, you fucking wear them. At the club, if they come off, you will regret it. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she huffs. Withdrawing my fingers, I slap her sweet, fuck-me-now cunt.
“Yes what, Piper?”
“Yes, Ryder,” she leers.
“Good girl.” Placing my fingers into my mouth, I suck and savor her sweet quintessence. Pulling in my parents’ drive, I put the car in park and lean over to kiss her pouty lips. “Replace that pout with a smile and let’s go. The earlier we get in, the sooner we can leave. I have plans for you tonight, mi querida.”
Once we’re inside, my mother spots me from across the room. Taking my father’s hand, she drags him behind her as she walks to meet me in the foyer. “Mom,” I greet, embracing her momentarily.
“Mijo, me allegro de verte,” my dad says, slapping me on the shoulder.
“Dad, nice to see you, too.” Behind me, I take Piper’s hand and pull her by my side. “Mom, Dad, I’d like for you to meet Piper. Piper, this is my mother Roxanne and father, Gabriel.”
Excitedly, my mom covers her mouth with her hands, and my father grins from ear-to-ear. “Esta bella dama es suyo?” my father asks.
“Yes, she is mine,” I confirm.
“Very nice to meet you, Piper. Welcome,” my mother says, extending her hand to Piper.
“Nice to meet you as well. Thank you for inviting me,” Piper smiles. As my father and Piper shake hands and exchange words, I spot Sailor in the back of the room with a meaty brunette clinging to his arm. I hope to God, she isn’t the woman he chose over Piper. It would be a fucking shame.
“We’ll leave you two alone so you can make your way around to say hi to the guests. Dinner should be served in about five minutes,” my mother informs us. When she leaves, my father follows behind her.
“He knows what I am?” Piper asks once my parents are out of hearing distance.
“Yes. Who do you think taught me about this lifestyle?” I chuckle. “Your mom is a sub?” I nod. “And Dean, is he a dom, too?” she asks.
“Yes, but not at the moment.”
“I knew it,” she whispers, not the least bit astonished about Dean’s behind-the-scene persona. Taking her hand, I walk us around and introduce her to several family members and friends before dinner. As expected, I get the occasional pity stare, but I don’t let them bother me. Though most of my family shares the same views as me, some look down upon our lifestyle. So, instead of introducing Piper as ‘mine’, I tell them she’s my girlfriend. She gets uncomfortable with the title, but she can learn to suck it up. I’m her top and she’s my bottom. Where I go, so will she, because I’m not letting her go anytime soon.
Fifteen
Piper
As fate would have it, Sailor and his wife are seated directly across from Ryder and me. Kill me now. “Good evening, Piper. I wasn’t expecting to see you here,” Sailor says, plastering on a fake-as-fuck smile across his face.
“I can say the same for you,” I smirk. As his wife digs into her salad, Sailor glowers at me. I know that look all too well. With Dean on my right, and Ryder on my left, I’m surprised at Sailor’s boldness before his wife.
Dean must notice his glare, because he interrupts the silent warning by speaking to Sailor’s wife, who thankfully has no idea that it was me on the other end of the phone the night she found out her husband had been living a double life. Sure, Sailor is being a possessive and jealous prick now, but he hasn’t always been this way. “Zoey, I haven’t seen you in months. How are the boys?”
“Wonderful, thank you. They look just like this handsome man,” she smiles, rubbing her shoulder with Sailor’s.
“Growing like weeds,” Sailor chimes, keeping his eyes on me.
What is his problem? He has a loving wife, two kids, and a skanky stripper on the side. Why can’t he just let me go? Greedy bastard.
“Remind me, again. How long have you two been married?” Dean continues, attempting to turn Sailor’s attention from me to him.
“Five years, actually, six. Our anniversary is next Friday, and Sailor’s booked me a three-day cruise to the Bahamas,” Zoey answers.
“Sounds nice. Sailor, you aren’t going with Zoey? Surely you need a vacation,” Dean insists.
Finally, Sailor looks to Dean. “Of course I could, but someone has to stay behind with the kids. Zoey is with them all day, every day. I figure she needs a break more than I do,” he shrugs, bringing his attention back to Ryder and me. “So, what is it with you two? I assume you bringing her here means your relationship ha
s moved out of the professional zone. Just friends? A couple?” he asks, disgruntled
Ryder squeezes my knee, and I can hear the sound of his teeth grinding together over the voices traveling through the room.
Knowing that Sailor is getting under his skin, I take Ryder’s hand and interlace our fingers. Then, I lift them up for Sailor’s viewing. “We’re definitely more than friends,” I announce.
“Is that so?” Sailor cackles, taking a large gulp of his champagne. “Best of luck to you, Ryder,” he wishes, sarcastically.
“Thank you,” I say, forcing a smile.
Ryder brings his mouth to my ear. “Stop fucking flirting with him,” he accuses, his territorial instincts overruling his human intellect.
“Flirting? No, Ryder, I’m just being civil,” I clarify.
“Don’t,” he snaps.
“Ryder, look at me.” Cocking his head, he gazes into my eyes and arches a brow. “I’m yours,” I reassure him, reaching over, and spreading my hand over his heart.
Lowering his eyes, he evaluates my hand. I hold my breath until he finally responds. “Undeniably mine,” he whispers. Placing his hand on top of mine, he gives me a gentle squeeze.
Thankfully, Sailor stops trying to stir up shit, and dinner ends without a ruckus. Afterwards, everyone gathers out back for mingling, music, and dancing. As Ryder escorts me to the dance floor put together under a large tent, his father hops in front of me and takes my hands into his.
“You know how to salsa?”
Looking to Ryder, I silently plead for him to save me.
He shrugs. “I’m sorry, but I can’t tell him no. Go on, put him to shame, beauty,” he encourages. Damn.
“He’s right. He can’t tell me no and neither can you. Vamos, preciosa,” Gabriel shouts, walking us onto the center of the dance floor.
