by Bec Botefuhr
“Come, come.” He pants, slamming with fury.
“No, but you will.”
I lean down and bite his nipple so hard he bellows a release and I feel it shoot hot and deep inside me. It was that powerful. I am panting, so wound up it’s not funny. He pulls back and reefs up his jeans, the look on his face is pure rage. I slide off the washing machine, straightening myself quickly and without another word, I run. I zoom out past Nate’s family who are in fits of laughter, oh yes, they heard us.
“Run sweetheart, run!” Nate calls.
Ryder comes tearing out a second later and I squeal as I bound through the front door. I can hear laughter trail out behind me and Ryder’s footsteps pound on the dirt. I zoom down the dirt road and within seconds I am flat on my face. Ryder’s body covers mine and he flips me over, gripping my hips and pulling them to his mouth. Oh sweet Jesus. I scream when hear tears my panties clean off. When his tongue swipes through my flesh I wail, the pleasure is so far bound up that I can’t control it. I come with fierce force, my body convulses.
“Never defy me again, little shit.” He hisses.
He stands and throws me over his shoulder, landing three harsh whacks on my bottom. He yanks my dress down enough to cover my bottom and shoves my torn panties in his pocket. I am giggling like a fifteen year old school girl as he carries me inside. The laughter is still continuing on in there as Ryder dumps me on the couch. I land next to Nate and quickly shift to make sure I am not flashing anyone. Ryder looks gorgeous, his jeans are covered in dirt and he is panting. I grin at him and he shoots me an icy glare.
“Ryder, I think you have met your match.” Lucy says between laughs.
“So, I, have,” He says, his eyes fixed on mine. “And won’t it be fun to see who wins?”
“Me.” I say, grinning.
He gives a half laugh. “We will see.”
“Son, I think you need a new pair of pants.”
“And she needs a new pair of panties.”
“Ryder!” I cry.
He grins now and pulls my panties from his pocket and tosses them at me. I flush and stand, this time I bolt after him as he runs down the hallway. I leap onto his back just as we get in the room and we fall onto the bed laughing.
“Jesus baby, you will be the breaking of me.”
“And you won’t be the breaking of me.”
“I am going to punish you for that stunt, you are going to come until I say you can’t.”
“Really and how you think you are going to do that?”
He grins and stands, riffling through his bag. He comes up with a little device, I gape but don’t have time to protest, he grips my ankles and flips me up. I feel the cold pressure of the little device press into me, it is a ball like creation that sits snugly inside me, but has a little prod that curls around and rests on my clit. Oh well heck. Ryder fingers a remote and with a wolfish grin, presses the button. I squirm.
“Now, let’s go and have a nice dinner shall we?”
“What, oh no.”
“Oh yes, you are going to be begging by the end of the night baby, and then I am going to fuck you stupid to top it off. Now up, let’s go.”
He reefs me to my feet and the pressure stills me. Oh…Jesus. It is pressing right on that sensitive little spot and the vibrations are just enough on my clit to make me sweat. Ryder drags me down the hall and no doubt my cheeks are fluster.
“Where’s my beer?” He asks, dropping down onto the couch.
“Love, do you mind helping me?” Lucy asks. “Imogen is out tonight so I could use a hand.”
I give Ryder a look and walk slowly towards Lucy. I begin plating up the vegetables when the vibrations kick up a notch. I glare at Ryder who grins at me. I focus on my breathing, he won’t win, he won’t. I carry the dish to the table and he kicks it up a notch again. I have just put the dish down and now grip the chair furiously. Won’t happen, won’t happen.
I turn and slowly walk back to the kitchen and continue helping Lucy. The vibrations and the tight feeling inside is becoming overwhelming. I can’t think correctly, even my eyes are betraying me and are desperately trying to droop. I know Ryder is watching, amusing himself with his little game. I get a bright idea then and swallow.
“I need to go to the bathroom.”
Ryder clicks. “No you don’t.”
Everyone looks at him.
“She doesn’t need to go.”
“I do so. You can’t stop me from going to the bathroom.”
He stands and I glare at him. I turn and walk down the hall and he clicks the device up to full throttle and I crumble. I grip the wall and grit my teeth as a shattering orgasm rocks me. I am heaving breaths as I get into the bathroom and crumble against the bench. Jesus. Ryder is in the room in seconds.
“You won’t escape this one baby, tell me, did that feel good?”
“Bastard.” I hiss.
“One more before we go.”
He steps forward and lowers his head, drawing me in for a kiss. I bite his tongue and he growls.
“Behave.”
“Bite me!”
He laughs and turns. “Alright, we will play it your way. Take it out, and I will bend you over in front of that family and spank you. Don’t test me.”
He leaves the bathroom and I gape. I know he is serious and that is just…kinky. I freshen my face up and desperately try to ignore the vibrations pulsing through me. I walk back out and everyone is at the table, I give the empty seat next to Ryder a truly awful glare and slump down onto it.
“So, tell me Maya, what did you do before that psycho came into the picture?” Lucy asks.
Great, of course she wants to ask me questions when I can barely speak without moaning.
“Um, I…”
“Answer her baby.” Ryder says, grinning.
“I..” I swallow, focus. “I just worked at a local office. Nothing major.”
“Oh, how very interesting, where?”
“Um,” God the pleasure. “Masters.”
“How appropriate.” Nate laughs.
I shoot him a wicked glare and his eyes widen.
“Oh, my, someone is cranky.”
“She didn’t get enough sleep.” Ryder laughs.
I can feel sweat trickling down my cheek as I force back the orgasm that is sitting and waiting to be released. I feel Ryder’s hand on my thigh, he reaches over and jerks the prod, I come. I cough to smother it and pretty much break his hand under the table. He winces and everyone stops to stare at us.
“Did you just pinch him love?” Lucy asks.
“Yes.” I whisper, trying to control my breathing.
“He deserves it.” She says with a smile.
Ryder arks the machine up again and I know I have had enough. His point is made and he will not embarrass me any longer in front of people I have just met. If I come again, it will be so obvious and I don’t need that shame. A little play was fine but this is going too far.
“If you don’t mind, I am tired.” I say.
“Are you feeling ok?” Lucy asks.
“Fine,” I say pushing back from the table and standing.
“Stay,” Ryder insists. “Dinner isn’t finished.”
“GI.”
His eyes widen at our safe word and immediately the buzzer is switched off.
“Goodnight.” I say and walk off to the room.
I shut and lock the door, then reef the little device out with a whimper. I am so sensitive and a little sore, damn that over controlling sex freak. What he needs to realize about me, is that I can’t deal with my control being fucked with either. I crawl into bed and listen to Ryder pounding on the door for what seems like hours. Finally he gives up and I roll to face the bathroom and begin to doze. A crash stirs me from my restless dozing, I flip over to see the window being slid up and Ryder tumbles in, dirty, cranky and panting.
“I just climbed through a fucking window for you.”
“Well whoopee.”
He stri
des over to the bed and grips my arms, yanking me up to his chest.
“You used the safe word, locked me out and honestly thought I would just go to bed?”
“I don’t want to talk Ryder.”
“Too bad, I do.”
“Go right ahead.” I mutter, shoving him off and rolling back to my spot on the bed.
“What the hell was that? You just ran off and slammed the door in my face.”
I gape at him as I roll back. “Honestly? You were trying to embarrass me in front of a family I hardly know, you weren’t going to stop until I screamed a release in front of them all.”
“Like you made me do in the laundry?”
“No offence Ryder, but you started that one with your little ‘I want to make you come’ control freak issues.”
“So it’s funny when it’s me but not you?”
“Here’s the thing Fabio, I don’t like giving up my control either. Never have, never will. If a submissive is what you want, go and find one but you won’t find it in me. I can play the games, enjoy the spankings but I won’t give you my control.”
He stands for a long moment, just staring at me. His eyes lazily travel over me and then he finally speaks.
“You know, I thought a sub is what I wanted, I thought it was fun and sexy and just the spark I needed until you defied me…”
I snap my head up and meet his gaze. “What?”
“It was so hot, it was my undoing. You are a feisty, beautiful little shit and I can’t get enough of you.”
I swallow as he crawls towards me. “Now stop your childish sooking and let a man in.”
“I am not sooking.” I protest.
“You are sooking little sandwich, big time.”
“Don’t call me a sandwich.” I chuckle finally, laughing at my old joke.
“You are a tasty little treat. Now come on, sleep, I am tired.”
“That’s what torturing a woman will do to you.”
“Hmmmm night baby.”
“Night GI.”
We fall asleep and early the next day we all head home. The drive is long and draining, all of us can’t wait for some relief and a good bed. We don’t get it. When we pull up at the apartment, James Clancy is waiting but we don’t need to speak with him to know what the problem is. The entire front of the building has been vandalized, with crude graffiti using words like “Whore” and “Slut.”
“Jesus.” Nate mutters.
“Fucking hell.”
I just stare, old names ring about in my mind. What a whore, stupid little slut. I grip my ears, shaking the taunts from my mind. You didn’t do anything wrong, nothing. Ryder grips me and shakes me a little.
“Hey, stop that.”
“I got her Ryder, go and check it out.”
Nate takes Ryder’s place and strokes my trembling legs.
“Those words mean nothing.”
“People think that of us, of me. I can’t face it. Not again.”
He grips my chin. “You don’t need to because you have done nothing wrong sweetheart. Those things weren’t true.”
“The public don’t know that.”
“No, but it shouldn’t matter because you know that.”
I stare out the window and watch as a sleek black limo pulls up and out steps the one and only Janelle.
“Well fuck.” I hiss.
“Hey, it’s alright.”
She strides over to Ryder and grips his shoulders, dragging him in for a kiss on the lips. I am out of the car so quickly Nate can’t stop me. Ryder, as smooth as he is, grips my hand before I get the chance to step past him and lay one on super models cheek. He yanks me back towards him and holds my trembling frame.
“Well hello Ali.”
“It’s Maya actually, and what was your name again? Let me see if I remember? Nope, he never mentioned you.”
She scowls at me. “Ryder, are we still playing with this childish little brat?”
“Enough Janelle.”
“Fine, just tell me what time you are coming around tonight.”
I give Ryder a look and he sighs. “Seven.”
She gives me a sour smile before storming off. I yank myself from Ryder’s grip and glare at him.
“You are going to her house?”
“It’s complicated.”
I slap him, oh so hard. “If I hear it’s complicated once more, I am going to cut your dick off and shove it up your ass!”
“Hey, hey, come on, why don’t we take a walk.” Nate says, stepping in and gripping my arms.
James Clancy walks over and gives Ryder a sympathetic once over. “Ouch hey?”
Ryder curses but says nothing.
“Nate, we need another statement, I know it’s a pain in the ass but we have to get one.”
“Who did this?” I snap.
“Probably someone paid to.”
“Jesus.”
Nate tugs me away and we walk across the road and to a small park. He sits with me on the small bench until I stop trembling with rage.
“God dammit Nate, what is with him and Janelle?”
“I wish I knew.”
“He is playing with me.”
“No, I don’t think he is trying to play with you sweetheart.”
“I think you are wrong.”
“He cares about you.”
“No.” I snap.
“He does.”
I huff and we sit in silence a while longer.
“Did he ever tell you much about his father?”
“No.” I pout.
“Well you saw some of Joshua and his antics, it used to be so much worse. He used to beat Ryder senseless, from the day he could walk. Numerous times he ended up in hospital, his father was a drunken alcoholic and then decided Ryder was going to be the one to make him a fortune. He pulled a lot of strings and got Ryder into Harvard. Mind you, Ryder had brilliant grades, so it wasn’t hard. He wanted him to be a lawyer, the best of. Ryder refused and studied for the academy. Joshua beat him so badly when he found out, that he nearly killed him.”
“Oh Nate.” I whisper, swallowing back tears.
“Anyway, Ryder has never stood up to his father, never hit him back. Joshua hit’s him, even now and Ryder doesn’t fight back. He could, he could beat Joshua to a pulp in seconds but he doesn’t.”
“What about his mother?”
“He finds his mother weak. She stays at home, says nothing and wallows in her own world. She never defended him and I think he hates her more for that then his father for beating him. She just let Joshua do it, let him beat Ryder. I met him when he was ten, our families knew each other and my ma was close with Ryder’s. She still looks out for her, Christ knows why. I met Ryder the first time on a school camp, he was brawling with two older boys because they called a girl a slut.”
I stiffen at the word.
“He couldn’t stand it, and he fought with everything he had. I jumped in and helped him, we were mates from then on. Ryder cares Maya, don’t doubt him. He has had a hard life and the one woman he finally let in, crushed him. She slept with two other men, and he saw it. He was happy, in love and she was the one. I don’t know what he feels for her now but I think a big part of him finds it hard to turn her away. He is too soft, too caring.”
“I know he is, I see that, I do.” I whisper.
“Give him a chance and trust him.”
“I am trying.”
“Come on, we need a shower and something good to eat.”
“Can I invite Sandy over, I miss her like mad.”
“Sure.”
We walk back and James Clancy has begun getting his rookies to clean up the graffiti. We head inside and Ryder is on the phone pacing backwards and forwards with a vicious look on his face. Nate walks into the kitchen and pulls out a beer, handing me one.
“What we making Nate?” I ask.
“Let’s see, we have…beef.”
I laugh. “Insightful. Mushrooms?”
“Yep.”
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nbsp; “Sour cream?”
“Actually, yes.”
“Stroganoff it is.”
“You know a man too well.”
Ryder clicks his phone shut and walks in.
“Another girl has gone missing.”
“Any details?”
“Amy Rose, eighteen, blonde.”
“Shit.”
I stare down at the beef with trembling hands. Nate pats my back.
“We will get him.”
“I am going to call Sandy, see if she wants to come around.”
“Sandy is going to come around?” Ryder asks.
“If that’s ok?” I whisper.
“I am going out…”
He sees my glare and stops speaking. “Can we talk?”
“No.” I say, gripping my phone and walking down the hall.
“Hey!” Sandy says when she answers the phone.
“Hey we are back, what are you up to tonight?”
“Not much.”
“Want to come around?”
“DO I!” She cries.
“Great, get ready Nate and I will come and get you soon.”
“Oh my God, ok.”
I hang up and head back out.
“Can we go get her Nate?”
“You bet. Come on.”
“I won’t be here when you get back.” Ryder mutters.
“Whatever.”
He sighs and walks over, gripping my shoulders. “I wish to God you would just trust me.”
“You don’t make it easy. If you are fucking her Ryder, do me a favor and tell me so I stop wasting my time.”
“I told you I am not fucking her.” He snaps.
“Fine.”
He kisses my head with a loud, smacking kiss. “Call me if you need.”
I sigh, part of me wants to just run and the other part wants to cry. He is begging me to trust him, telling me he isn’t sleeping with her and I don’t know how I feel about that, but I do know this, I don’t want to be without Ryder.
“Ok.” I whisper.
“Come here.”
He leads me down the hall to his room and shuts the door. He turns and takes my face in his hands.
