by Julie Bailes
Our feet move with the upbeat tempo. “Good footwork,” Gabriel compliments.
“Gracias,” I thank, using one of the few words I know in Spanish. His dancing is different from what I was taught, but I watch his feet closely and mimic his steps. I begin to loosen up and lose myself in the music, until I’m spinning in circles with my dress bearing my naked ass for all to see. At once, I jerk my hand down and flatten my dress. While it seems that no one seemed to notice my exposure, Ryder did. I spot him standing at the end of the floor with his arms at his side, hands balled into fists, and he’s damn near biting a hole into his lip.
As I take a step in Ryder’s direction, someone takes my arm and yanks me back. Thinking it’s his father, I turn and begin to dance again. I freeze when I come face-to-face with Sailor. I try to tug my arm loose from his grasp, but he tightens his hold and pulls me closer.
“Now Piper, don’t cause an uproar and make a scene. Fucking dance with me,” he demands. Before I can tell him to fuck off, he turns me around and presses his hardening cock against my ass. Then, he grinds his hands along the sides of my body, and I shudder with disgust. When he spins me back around, I lift my knee and ram it into his crotch. Laboriously breathing, he falls to his knees.
“For the last goddamn time, stay the fuck away from me,” I spit. Raising my head, I find Ryder standing behind Sailor. He isn’t frowning, scowling, grimacing, or smiling. I can’t read him, and that scares me. Will I be punished or pleasured? Does it matter? I don’t run from pain, I come from it.
“Belleza, come here,” he commands, walking toward the house. Obeying, I follow him through the house and into the kitchen. He opens the door to what appears to be a pantry and nods me in.
Once we’re inside, I know we won’t be leaving anytime soon, because his hungry emeralds are raging with lust. “The things you do to me, beauty,” he whispers, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. His shirt hangs open, and his impeccable, mouthwatering physique taunts me. Unable to suppress my craving to feel him, I slip my hands under his slim fit silhouette and glide it down his massive arms. “The thoughts consuming my mind with what I want do to you, what I will do with you, belleza. They’re filthy,” he continues, lowering his zipper, allowing his faultless cock to spring forth. He lifts me by my thighs and I wrap my legs around him. With his mouth possessively claiming mine, he slams my back against the door and thrusts into me.
As my pussy stretches around Ryder’s enormous girth, I experience a blissful burn and moan loudly. “Bite your tongue, Piper. Don’t you make a sound unless I ask you to, or I will not let you come,” he warns. Using his teeth, he pulls the top of my dress down under my breast and sucks my nipple into his mouth. “Who is your owner, belleza?” Removing his mouth from my chest, he brings the side of his face to mine and plunges into me deeply.
“You, Ryder. I belong to you,” I gasp, feeling him smile against my cheek.
“Reach down and rub your clit for me,” he directs, nibbling the helix of my ear and setting my body on fire. Without delay, I comply. Using two of my fingers, I tease myself with slow circular motions. “Dios, te sientes tan jodidamente buena,” he mumbles. “And you agree that this beautiful cunt is mine, yes?”
“Yes, Ryder, it is yours. Only yours,” I hiss, reaching my peak.
“You displeased me, Piper. You flashed my pretty pussy on the middle of the dance floor, baring it for everyone to see. I should be spanking you, not fucking you. I shouldn’t allow you to come, should I, Piper?”
Slowly, I shake my head. “No,” I breathe.
“Yet, I am. Do you know why?” His pace quickens, his thrusts strengthen, and he’s fucking me speechless.
“Ye-yes, please,” I stammer.
“That fucker, Sailor, he touched what belonged to me and you defended what was mine,” he pants, sweat dripping along the side of his face. “You turned me on, so fucking much,” he grunts, vigorously pounding into me. “For that, I’m rewarding you. Do you want to come, Piper? Ask me for it.”
My mind is for shit, but I’m able to muster up enough syllables to beg for mercy. “Pa-please, Ryder. May I c-come?” I stutter, struggling to hold my release.
“Yes, nena. Come for me. Come hard,” he whispers, running his tongue along my lips. As I come undone, I dig my nails into his flesh and scrape them up his back. Ryder hisses, and I feel his cock throb as he meets his high point.
“God, yes. Thank you, Ryder,” I groan out loud.
“Quiet, beauty,” he hushes, his mouth instantly covering mine and muffling my pleasurable cry.
Emerging from the christened pantry, my knees wobble and I fall forward into Dean’s chest. “Damn, gorgeous, first day on your new feet?” Dean chuckles, helping me balance back onto my feet. “Oh, no. Please tell me you didn’t do what I know you did,” Dean sighs, noticing Ryder approaching from behind me.
“Brother, I don’t kiss and tell. Now, back away from my woman,” Ryder grins, playfully shoving Dean away and draping his arms over my shoulders.
“She was my girl before she was yours,” Dean jokes, playfully punching Ryder’s shoulder.
“She was never yours,” Ryder snaps, becoming territorial, again.
“Bro, you’re seriously giving me a severe case of whiplash with your mood swings. Calm the hell down. I would never interfere in your relationship,” Dean asserts, averting his attention to me. “You feel like you’re well enough to return to work tomorrow? We’ve booked a bachelor party, and as usual, you’re the girl they want,” Dean smiles.
“Yes, I’m good to go. Which package did they purchase?” I ask.
“Platinum.”
We have three bachelor packages: silver, gold, and platinum. Platinum, of course, is our top selling. Silver and gold are mild, one to two dances dedicated to the bachelor, and a lap dance where our bottoms stay on our bodies. The platinum package gets you a girl for the entire evening, and a no-holds-barred lap dance, which allows for the bachelor to touch the dancer. Although they’re allowed to touch us, restrictions still remain. No mouth to skin contact, and no inserting fingers where they don’t belong—mouth, pussy, or ass.
“Fuck, no. You use one of the other girls, but not Piper,” Ryder disputes, clasping his hands behind his head.
“Ryder, it’s my job,” I plead.
“You don’t need the goddamn job, Piper,” Ryder booms, pacing the floor.
Placing myself in front of him, I push my hands into his chest to still him. “Talk to me, Ryder. Tell me why tomorrow is making you upset about me performing for the bachelor? You’re at the club every weekend, sitting back and watching as men and women shove money into my thong. What makes tomorrow any different?”
“That’s what you think, belleza? You think I just sit back and enjoy the show? I can’t fucking stand watching those drunk, rich fucks drool over what’s mine. Each time I see someone sliding money into your top or bottoms, I have to restrain myself from wrenching their wrists until it fucking snaps,” he explains.
Stepping toward Ryder, I close the distance between us and wrap my arms around his broad neck. Then, I jump up and circle him with my legs. Using one of my hands, I cup the side of his face and rest my forehead against his. “I’m your bottom, baby. What do I have to do to prove that to you, huh? Yours,” I promise, my tongue passionately stroking his.
“Let me take care of you, Piper. Stop stripping,” he whispers, breaking our kiss.
I’m not sure if he’s requesting or demanding for me to leave Delectable Desires; either way, my answer is no. “I can’t.” Digging his hands into my sides, he lowers me back onto the floor. His strong jaw works back and forth as his nostrils flare. Over the last few days, Ryder’s ignited the passion I thought was forever gone. I care for Ryder, deeply, and I will do almost anything for him. I’ll submit to his every desire; make him my priority, but to become solely dependent on him? That’s a commitment I won’t make. “Please, just hear me out.”
“No, not now. We’ll discuss this late
r, in private,” he scoffs, glaring over my shoulder. My eyes following his, I see Sailor charging for me from across the room. Suddenly, Ryder pushes me behind him and lands a solid punch to Sailor’s jaw. Surprisingly, Sailor doesn’t even stagger. No. He swings his leg around and kicks Ryder in his side. Dazed, I stand and watch as Ryder and Sailor exchange bone crushing blows to one another’s face, ribs, and stomach.
All of a sudden, I hear and excruciating crack and see blood splatter when Ryder crushes Sailor’s face into his knee. Ryder staggers as Sailor falls to the floor. “If you so much as think about laying a finger on her, again… I will fucking kill you,” Ryder sputters, furiously kicking Sailor’s ribcage.
I cringe at the sound of his rib snapping. Looking to Dean, Ryder says, “Tengo cuidado con eso, nos vamos.”
Dean nods. “I’ll handle it. Just go.”
Pulling me into his side, Ryder kisses the top of my head and blows out a breath. “Come on, beauty. Let’s go home.”
***
Ryder hasn’t spoken a word, or even glanced in my direction since we got inside the car. With both hands on the steering wheel, his knuckles are white and the muscles in his forearms spasm. Clearly, Sailor has gotten to him. I know now isn’t the time to probe for information, but I can’t take the silence. Maybe it isn’t Sailor at all. Maybe it’s me.
“You’re bleeding,” I say, acknowledging the blood trickling at the corner of his mouth. “You could go to jail, Ryder. Sailor’s mother is a judge, and his father is the chief of police—” Startled, I shut my mouth when he removes his hand from the wheel and pounds his fist against the dashboard.
“Do you honestly think I give a damn about going to jail? He was coming for you, Piper,” he bellows.
“You may not care if you go to prison, but I do,” I shout back. “You fucked me in the pantry because I turned you on by hurting Sailor, or so you said, but is that the real reason? Or is it because you felt threatened by Sailor?” I ask. Ah, I touched a nerve. He grinds his hand around the steering wheel and inhales a deep breath through his nose.
Unbuckling the seatbelt, I put my knees in the seat and turn to face him. Leaning over the middle console, I take my tongue and lick the metallic, bittersweet trail away. My gesture proves my devotion to him, only him. “If you did, you shouldn’t,” I assure him.
“I don’t get threatened. I threaten others. Now, sit down and buckle up.”
When we approach the intersection, Ryder makes a right toward my place. Instead of screaming in protest, I bite my tongue and pretend I’m not disappointed that we won’t be tangling ourselves up in each other tonight. As he comes to a stop in my drive, I sling the door open and hurry out of the car. Ryder stands from his car, but I ignore him and stomp to my door. When I insert my key into the lock, Ryder’s hand covers mine. “Belleza, calm down,” he coaxes, tracing my knuckles.
Turning the key, I unlock the door. Then, I remove my hand from under his, open the door, and head straight for my kitchen. My head is spinning with emotions. Am I mad at Ryder, or am I pissed with myself for allowing myself to care about him? I don’t fucking know. Fucking cupid, shooting arrows with his off-the-wall aim.
Reaching inside my freezer, I retrieve my emergency stash of whiskey and grab a shot glass from the cupboard. Removing the cap, I fill the glass and bring it to my lips. “Don’t you fucking do it,” Ryder snarls, leaning with his side against the wall, hands tucked into his pockets, and ankles crossed. I want to defy him as much as I want to fuck him.
With the rim of the glass at my mouth, I part my lips. “I swear to God, belleza, if so much as a drop touches your tongue, you won’t be able to sit for a month once I’m through with you,” he warns. Hesitantly, I lower the glass and slam it to the counter. “Good choice,” he smirks. “Now, tell me why you have the sudden urge to drink. You had a glass of champagne at dinner. That’s all you need.”
Sub Piper and defiant Piper are battling it out in my brain. My sub strength encourages me to be calm and collective. My feisty side tells me to kick him out of my house and never let him come back. I don’t do love. I just don’t. Yet, here I am, madly in love with this man, and I don’t even know his last name. “You, Ryder. You ‘re why I want to drink,” I answer honestly. Pushing off the wall, he walks over and looks at me as if I’ve just slapped him across his face.
When we’re toe-to-toe, I avoid his eyes and stare at his chest. “Me? I’m the reason you want to drink?” he asks. “Look at me, beauty. Enlighten me,” he orders, holding my face between his hands and tilting my head back.
“You came into my life, shook my world, and flipped it upside down. I’m confused and dizzy from all the emotions; fear, joy, anger, lust, lo—” I slip, but he doesn’t catch it.
“And you think it’s easy for me? Don’t you think I’m experiencing those same feelings? I’m feeling things I’ve never felt before, and let me tell you something; jealousy is the worst. In all my life, I’ve never been jealous for anything or anyone. For Christ’s sake, belleza, I almost killed a guy for you tonight,” he sighs. Running his hands up the front of his face and back through his hair, he steps to me and then wraps one of his arms around my waist to pull me to him. Twirling one of my curls around his finger, he asks, “You threw a temper tantrum because I brought you here. Why?”
“I was disappointed that you’d had enough of me,” I admit. Removing his fingers from my hair, he makes a V under my chin and holds my face firmly. Then, he kisses me tenderly, and affectionately. His lips are soft, warm, and exploring. My heart’s skipping beats and I’m losing all control, but for once I’m content with that.
“Nena, there’s no way I will ever have enough of you. Now go pack your things, you’re going to stay with me for a bit. While I don’t believe Sailor will come after you, I’m not going to risk you getting hurt because I left you alone.” He may not believe Sailor will come for me, but I do. Sailor gets what he wants, regardless, and he wants me. All Ryder did tonight by kicking his ass was pour gasoline on a fire. In the deep pits of my stomach, I know Sailor’s coming for me. It’s just a matter of when.
Sixteen
Ryder
“Fucking perfection,” I growl, tickling my fingers up the back of her thighs. Standing back, I observe my bound, blonde beauty. Piper’s dressed in a leather bondage harness that accentuates her voluptuous tits, has an open crotch, and exposes her firm ass. With her arms folded back over the bar, and her wrists restrained to the harness by her hips, she’s sexy enough to make the strongest master fall to his knees.
Securing a blindfold around her eyes, I lick down her spine until I come in contact with her tight asshole. Spreading her cheeks, I swirl my tongue around her rim to slicken it. “How long has it been, belleza?” Using the tip of my pinky, I probe her asshole gently.
“Almost a year, Ryder,” she answers. Unlike most women, she doesn’t resist or bear down, but relaxes and allows me to push the rest of my finger inside.
“Good girl, Piper,” I commend, kissing the back of her thigh. Setting the crop on the floor beside me, I lift my free hand and worship her ass. “You want me to make this mine, Piper. You want me to fuck you here?”
Instead of answering me, she bends her knees and lifts her ass up and down—fucking my finger. Without warning, because I’ve done enough of that shit with her, I slap her ass. “Yes, Ryder. I want you to fuck me there,” she sighs. Retracting my finger, I pick up my crop and get up to stand in front of her.
“Spread your legs for me, Piper.” I didn’t bind her legs because whenever I ready to fuck her, I don’t want anything preventing me from lifting her off the floor and diving into her. Once her legs are spread, I run the tip of my crop along her sides, and the insides of her thighs. Tapping the leather quickly, and in random places around her chest, I whack each of her nipples fast and hard.
“Aghh,” she groans, tossing her head back.
“Earlier, my love, you had a slip,” I begin, fluttering the crop along her stomac
h. “You almost admitted to loving me, but stopped yourself. Why?” I ask, smacking each of her sides. “You didn’t think I heard you, but I did. Do you love me, mi querida?”
She flinches, but she doesn’t answer my question. Goddammit, she will learn to answer me without me reminding her. Crouching down, I kiss her pretty pussy, and slap the insides of her thighs with the fierce leather tip. Gasping, she pulls her legs together.
“Keep your legs spread for me and I’m going to give you a great treat,” I promise. She parts her legs and I insert my index and middle finger into her dripping, responsive cunt. She pants, and moans, but never answers my question. With my thumb stroking her clit, I lower my pinky into her asshole.
“Oh, my God, Ryder. Please,” she cries. With my other hand, I drop the crop and reach up to caress each of her breasts.
“Please, Ryder. Please let me come,” she begs, bowing her knees.
“What did I tell you about these long, beautiful legs, beauty? Keep them spread,” I warn, stilling all hand movement.
“I’m sorry,” she pants, immediately extending them into their previous position.
Lowering my thumb, I replace it with my mouth and suck her clit. Massaging her G-spot, and sucking and biting her swollen nub, her pussy starts to compress my fingers. “Don’t do it, Piper. You fucking hold it,” I order, picking my crop from the floor and swatting each of her taut nipples.
“I can’t,” she whimpers.
“You can, and you will. Open your mouth.” Pulling my fingers from her simmering channel, I stand and insert them into her mouth. “Suck,” I instruct.
“Mmm,” she moans, taking in her delectable arousal.
“I take good care of you, don’t I?” With her lips sealed around my fingers, she nods. “Let go,” I command. When she opens, I pull my hand away and walk over to grab the flogger. This one is less intense than the others I’ve used on her. Although this one has more tails, they’re a mixture of leather and suede, making its bark louder than its bite.
