by Livia Grant
“I’m going to continue my examination, now.” His hands worked like magic, massaging the kinks in her taut muscles, mixing pleasure with the occasional pinch of pain. He took his time, truly looking at every inch of her body as if he were inspecting her. Her toes, ankles and calves spread wide in the stirrups. On to her thighs, stopping to thrust the anal plug in and out several times before moving to massage her breasts.
His first touch was clinical. Small circular massages exactly like she did to herself in the shower once a month. Only when the inspection was done, Ryder took it to the next level. Squeezing first her left and then her right orbs before turning all of his attention onto her protruding tips.
She was helpless to stop his mouth from crashing down to her nipple, sucking it into his mouth and nipping her lightly with his teeth. Pleasure and pain burst bright. She’d closed her eyes to enjoy the sensations so when the unforgiving nipple clamp pinched hard, she howled into her penis gag. White-hot pain seared through her left tit and for the first time of the day, her eyes filled with unshed tears. It was a race to let the pain settle in before drops actually fell. The tears won, streaming down her cheeks to mingle with the drool that had slipped out from around the damn gag.
The second his warm mouth enclosed her right tit, she yowled harder. There was no way she could enjoy the heavenly warmth of his mouth sucking her to bliss when she knew the agony that was coming on its heels. He pinched her pebbled tip, yanking it up to make a better target for the fucking clamp that tortured her a few seconds later.
Only when he pulled away from her body did she see the nipple clamps were linked by a long chain. She recognized a glee in his eyes as he flamed her agony by lifting the chain up towards the dildo thrust down her throat. He attached the chain to the leather strap holding it to her head. Now, each time she moved her head more than an inch, pressure pulled her nips, shooting a renewed jolt of pain through her breasts.
He stopped to stroke her hair in an oddly comforting way. She got the impression he was impressed by her stamina and it made her proud in a sick way.
“You’re doing well. Only five more minutes with the gag. Honestly, you’ll be happy you can’t talk when you see the final examination of the day.”
Khloe couldn’t even fathom what devious torture he could come up with next that could be worse than all he’d done to her already. He’d literally examined every inch of her body. There was no place left to invade.
Oh how wrong she was.
The second he hung the bulging red enema bag on the hook previously occupied by her catheter bag, Khloe lost it. She flailed against her restraints with all her strength, ignoring the shooting pain in her nipples as she jerked again and again, frantic to loosen the hold of the leather. True panic consumed her at the thought of Ryder doing something so personal… so invasive… so humiliating… to her at all, even in private. But in front of an audience was simply unacceptable. She was Khloe Monroe. She’d pushed her public persona down in order to participate in Roulette, but it came crashing back with a vengeance.
She screamed into the gag, thrashing hard enough that the clamp on her right tit flew off, snapping up to hit her in the face with the velocity of her distraught struggles. She felt the red ball in her hand and knew it was time to drop it. The dangerous game she’d been playing just got too ugly for her see to the end. Her hand cramped as she loosened her grip on the ball.
But then Ryder was there, blanketing her with the weight of his body. He’d stepped between her legs, held high and wide at the end of the table. Instead of continuing his medical torture, he leaned into her body, holding her head in his hands to keep her from her continued thrashing.
She heard the sobs and knew they were her own. His comforting shushing felt out of place, but had the desired effect. As she slowly calmed, she found herself gasping for breath. Her nose was running, blocking the only avenue of breathing she had left. Panic returned.
Ryder took action, loosening the buckle behind her head and removing the gag shoved down her throat, throwing the device to the floor with a loud clunk.
She was desperate to have her hands free. She struggled, but he maintained control. “That’s enough. Calm down, Khloe. Take a deep breath for me, baby.” She fought to obey, sucking in uneven breaths between continued sobs.
Relief mingled with debilitating humiliation, mixing a strange cocktail of emotions for the BDSM novice. As the hard-ass Dom pulled an old fashioned hankie from his pocket and started dabbing at her tears and snot, someone stepped next to the table and tried to pull Ryder away from her.
“That’s enough. She’s done. This was a mistake.” It was Chase. She should feel relieved. He’d cared enough to step in to rescue her. So why did his intervention feel like too little, too late?
Ryder ignored him, instead leaning in to cup her chin in his hand as he held the hankie to her nose, instructing her, “Blow for me, baby.”
Through her tears, she saw his genuine concern for her wellbeing. It shocked her. He’d played the role of hard-ass so convincingly that she was having trouble reconciling this new, softer version of the man standing in front of her.
“That’s my girl. You scared me there for a minute.” Something close to a smile graced his lips, turning him into his own version of a sex-god.
Chase had stepped closer again and was reaching to release her hands from the restraints. Ryder’s smile was gone in a heartbeat as he pushed Chase away from Khloe with force. She couldn’t turn her head completely, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jaxson catch Chase before he fell against the medical cabinet along the far wall of the room.
If she thought Chase looked angry, Jaxson looked murderous. She’d never seen him like this and prayed she never would again. As the tall man stalked forward, Khloe actually feared for Ryder’s safety.
But her Dom-for-the-night didn’t back down at all. He stalked towards Jaxson and the two men bumped chests a few feet away from her prone body.
“You need to pack it in here, Helms.”
“I don’t think so. I still have almost two hours with my sub.”
“Wrong. She safeworded. You’re done here.”
Only when she heard his words did Khloe realize that in her fight to be free, she had indeed dropped the red ball she’d been clutching since he’d gagged her.
All three men turned towards her expectantly. She should be relieved. Chase and Jaxson had come to her rescue. Just minutes before she’d been desperate to be free of Ryder. He’d gone too far. He was too hard-core for her.
So why did the disappointment in his eyes bother her so much? She didn’t owe him anything. Hell they barely knew each other. That was the whole problem. Valentine Roulette was a dangerous game to play with a complete stranger. She’d learned that lesson the hard way.
He didn’t take his eyes off her as he stepped away from Jaxson and turned back towards her. As he approached, Ryder’s gaze burned hotter with each step he took closer. She’d expected him to release her when he got close enough so she was totally shocked when he gripped her hair and yanked her head forward, stopping just inches from his own face.
The intensity in his eyes revived the embers of their attraction. “Did I lose you, baby, or are you still with me?”
Jaxson had followed him and tried to push Ryder away from her, but he didn’t give up that easy. “Back off, Davidson. If Khloe wants to be done, I’ll respect her wishes. But we need a minute.”
The men were in a showdown. The only thing good about it was it gave her a few moments to get her breathing back under control. When Jaxson and Ryder each turned to pin her with a concerned glare, she felt heat on her cheeks.
God, I wish he’d undone my arms.
“It’s up to you, Khloe. Say the word and we’ll release you and make sure you make it back to your hotel safe and sound. You don’t have to finish tonight if you want to safeword,” Jaxson reassured her.
The mention of her hotel jarred her. She’d spent four miserable days
there, feeling utterly alone and sorry for herself. As afraid as she’d been a few minutes before, she’d at least felt alive. As alone as she’d felt on display, she’d been acutely aware that she wasn’t alone at all. Ryder had made her the center of his world, and as fucked up as it had been, it had still felt good.
She looked up into her Dom’s eyes and saw the same intensity that had scared her at the start of the event. Truth be told, it still did. But that was the whole point, wasn’t it? In a moment of clarity, she wasn’t sure if she’d be happy at the end of the night if she stayed, but she knew without a shadow of a doubt, she’d regret it if she left.
She didn’t break her visual connection with her Dom as she answered Jaxson. “Thank you for checking on me, Jaxson and Chase. Really, I do appreciate it, but my hand cramped. I accidentally dropped the ball. I didn’t mean to safeword.”
Ryder’s lips almost formed a smile. As handsome as he was, she suspected he could woo the hardest of hearts if only he smiled more.
Chase didn’t believe her. “This is bullshit, Khloe. You were frantic. You absolutely safeworded. You don’t owe this guy anything. It was a mistake asking you to sign up.”
Ryder looked like he wanted to punch Chase. Jaxson stepped sideways to put himself between his lover and her Dom. Pangs of jealousy poked at her as she realized Chase had found the kind of love most people only dream of, yet never find. She hoped the men and Emma knew how lucky they were to have each other.
Jaxson and Ryder stood in a showdown until Jaxson backed down. “Khloe, we’ll be watching from afar. And Helms, no more gags. She needs to be able to talk and safeword if she wants to. Got it?”
Ryder looked like he was going to pick a fight with the taller man, but finally backed down. “Fine. I agree we don’t know each other well enough yet. No more gags.”
Jaxson seemed satisfied. Chase did not. It didn’t matter. Jaxson took charge, pulling his lover away and out of the room.
Ryder was back at her side, unbuckling her arms and wrists, giving her a minute to lower her hands and shake them out to bring circulation back again.
“Thanks. Can you undo my legs too?” Her voice quavered.
She never expected him to say no, but he did. “Not yet.”
She glanced up at the bulging bag that still hung next to them and panicked. “You can’t… I won’t…”
He held his finger to her lips to quiet her. “Shhh. Under normal circumstances, I don’t take kindly to a sub saying no to an activity I’ve chosen, but let’s face it. There’s nothing normal about tonight’s event. Strangers paired together doing hard-core activities. I admit I want to push you to the edge, but I’m sorry if I pushed you too far too fast. I’ve decided to put the enema on hold for tonight.”
Relief coursed through her until he added, “But, if we play again another night, I reserve the right to change your mind.”
Khloe bit her tongue. She was tempted to tell him she’d never change her mind, but then he grinned the world’s sexiest smile that lit up his eyes with a fun mischief she’d do just about anything to see again.
“Now, where were we before we ran off the tracks there for a little bit? Ah yes, I remember. I was just about ready to reward you for being such a good girl.”
“Yeah, well I pretty much blew that, didn’t I?” she snapped back.
He got serious again. “No, Khloe. I blew it. There’s nothing wrong with having limits. In my line of work, I sometimes tend to forget that.” He stopped short of actually apologizing. She suspected that was something Ryder Helms didn’t do often. It made her curious about what kind of work he was in.
“Now, I’ll tie your hands again if I need to, but if you promise to behave, I’ll leave them loose. I want you to grip the handles at the edge of the table.” He moved her hands, positioning them the way he wanted. “Yep, just like that. Now, don’t let go until I give you permission. Can you do that?”
He waited expectantly for her answer. Her quiet, “Yes, Sir,” felt foreign, but she liked the approval she saw in his eyes.
Ryder Helms was a complicated man.
Chapter 7
Ryder knew he was working on borrowed time. He didn’t often admit it, but he’d fucked up royally tonight. As he observed the vulnerability in Khloe’s eyes as she quietly agreed to obey him, he knew he didn’t deserve her trust.
She’d been so responsive. Perfectly submissive. He’d allowed himself to forget she was a newbie to the scene. He’d treated her like the pain-sluts he loved to play with in Moscow. Women who were so jaded that they’d accept any degrading act his perverted mind could dream up. He was under no delusion. Even if they enjoyed some of what he delivered, they did it for the money and gifts.
Khloe Monroe was the antithesis of them and he’d let himself forget that. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d mastered a sub even half as beautiful, or a fraction as unique as the actress.
He reached up to caress the red mark on her left cheek where the nipple clamp had flung and hit her. It could have put her eye out.
Stop being such a pussy, Helms. She’s fine.
He pushed his guilt down. It was a useless emotion he’d learned to purge long ago. Agents who felt guilt got dead fast. Only he wasn’t on a mission and as much as he wanted to pretend he was, the special woman staring back at him expectantly made it impossible to pretend. This was real. She was real.
He had many diabolical kinks he’d love to introduce his novice sub to, but he needed to rebuild the precarious thread of trust he’d managed to weave and then sever in just over an hour. He hated the awkward rift that had built up between them.
Luckily, he knew how to fix it.
He started at her cheek, kissing the red mark softly, hoping to make her unintended boo-boo better. She shivered as his light kisses trailed down her neck, her shoulder, stopping to remove the one remaining nipple clamp before lathing her tender nipples with licks and light sucking that served to bring relief to any lingering pain. He luxuriated in cupping her ample globes, loving how she filled his large hands and then some. Her soft sigh as she started to relax urged him on.
His lips trailed lower, kissing and nibbling her tummy and rib cage until his captive broke into a fit of giggles. He pulled back to grin at her. “Looks like I’ve learned something else about you. You’re ticklish. I bet you’d just love it if we rolled tickling as our next activity.”
“Don’t quote me on this, but I think I’d rather try the damn enema.”
His bark of laughter sounded foreign to his own ears. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d genuinely laughed. It felt good… and odd. Very un-dom-like. He fought to regain the upper hand.
“I’ll remember you said that. Now, close your eyes.” The humor in her eyes doused slightly as she sized him up.
Get control, Helms.
“Now, Princess. Closed.”
She complied, snapping her eyes closed. He took a moment to study her. Being the sick bastard that he was, he especially adored the black lines of mascara marking the paths of her tears. Tears he’d caused. Tears he’d enjoyed swiping away.
Ryder leaned down again, letting his lips resume their trail across her body, nipping and licking lower. She wiggled, but he remained patient, moving ever-so-slowly, stoking the fire he’d built in her earlier. She’d literally been ready to self-combust with sexual need and he wanted to drive her there again.
The first swipe of his tongue through her soaking folds tasted like fucking heaven. She was his new favorite meal, which could be a problem since he wasn’t sure he’d ever see her again after tonight. He used the tip of his tongue to tease her swollen clit poking out from its soft hood. Khloe was perfectly pink and wonderfully wet as he increased his pressure, circling, swirling and sucking until he had to wrap his arms around her splayed open legs in order to hold her steady enough to keep from jerking away from him as she gyrated her hips.
The erotic sounds coming from her were a turn-on. The fact that she wasn’t formula
ting real words, but instead had devolved into a hot mess of sexual desire turned him on more than he cared to admit. Her raw, animalistic groans of bliss as she chased her orgasm had blood rushing to his already hard cock like water to a fire hose; fast and high-pressured.
He estimated their three hours was half over, and that bummed him out. He wanted to drag out their time together. There were so many things he didn’t know yet. He backed off with his tongue, frustrating his submissive when her orgasm proved just out of reach. She had no clue that it was taking every ounce of his self-control to keep from pulling out his cock and pounding her as hard and fast as his body could deliver.
He sucked and licked until his tongue grew tired, taking her to the edge again and again. She had long ago stopped stringing intelligent words together let alone verbalizing what she wanted. He didn’t need her words. Her body screamed its need.
Ryder closed the deal by grabbing the end of the butt-plug he’d inserted almost a half hour before. Without warning, he pulled the plug out of her ass in one stroke and shoved it back in the following second. Khloe bucked her ass up off the padded table, dislodging his tongue.
He latched on again, sucking her sex into his mouth before fucking her ass harder. He had to wrap his left arm around her leg to hold her still enough to finally ride her to her climax.
Her guttural howl was truly the sexiest sound he’d heard in his whole life. He had succeeded in so much more than just getting her off. Khloe Monroe had just come unhinged… in public… with an audience. He suspected she’d be embarrassed later, but he leaned back on the rolling stool to just gaze at her perfect body now covered in a thin sheen of perspiration. He was glad he’d left her in a sitting position so he, and all the other spectators, could enjoy the vision of the sexually satiated star.
She is fucking amazing.
He knew they’d spent too much time at this one kink and should probably pack it up and head back to the roulette wheel to take their chances on another scene, but Ryder had no desire to nurse his hard-on for another hour before getting his own release. And anyway, once would never be enough. Not with his Princess. He was greedy. He needed her now.
