Please, oh, please, Ryder!
How much more could she take without him giving her the release she needed? She wished it hadn’t been so soon after Ryder came, because she wanted to feel him buried deep inside her again, too. But he told her it would take him a few hours to be ready for more. Maybe she’d wake him up in the middle of the night for more. She had a hard time sleeping on the ground with the night noises outside anyway, so would surely awaken at some…
Ryder bit the inside of her thigh, bringing her back to the moment. Focus on one orgasm at a time.
How’d she become so insatiable? Because she had a lover who cared about her needs. Luckily, she hadn’t wasted her time on any others, but her friends had certainly complained enough about their experiences.
When he moved one hand so that two of his fingers could spread her outer lips and pull them apart, the cold evening air coupled with Ryder’s warm breath brought every sense to high alert.
Don’t anticipate.
Hadn’t he been trying to train her to stay in the moment? Wanting to show him she’d been listening, she grasped the edge of the tent and concentrated solely on his attentions.
Her reward was the further building up of tension as he teased her without mercy, venturing ever so close before veering off in another direction. Each time she thought he’d take her over the edge, he’d nibble or lick her somewhere else. As his tongue dipped inside her pussy, she took a breath before the next assault. Her clit was so much more sensitive.
The combination of driving his finger into her and his tongue flicking the sides of her clit hood nearly made her lose her mind. When he pulled back her hood, she waited.
Please, Ryder!
Sweat broke out on her forehead and down her back. This damp sleeping bag wouldn’t be very comfortable to sleep in tonight. But a little discomfort would be worth it.
When he stroked her G-spot and sucked her clit between his lips, her knees grew too weak to keep up. He pumped in and out of her more rapidly, and then surprised the hell out of her by mounting her, his hard cock driving into her in one smooth motion. “Oh!”
“I didn’t think—”
“I don’t want you to think. Just feel.”
Oh, she felt him all right. He pulled out and plunged into her again, this time taking his finger and stroking her clit to keep her riding the crest as he increased the tempo. Needing to hang on, she placed her hands on his shoulders and felt his muscles ripple with the exertion.
“So tight, baby. So damned good.”
Tilting her pelvis to give him deeper access, she matched his rhythm. Both of them grunted with each thrust. She was so close, but waited for him. “Come first, Red. I’m right behind you.” He draped her legs over his shoulders and pounded into her, hitting her G-spot while also touching her clit until the air in the tent exploded around them as did she.
“Oh, God! Yes!” She couldn’t see his face, but didn’t have to in order to know he was smiling as he always did when he gave her an orgasm.
He increased the pace of his movements and grunted when he came. When he stopped, he nearly collapsed onto her. His weight was so welcome that she wrapped her arms and legs around him and cuddled him.
Tears sprang to her eyes at the magnitude of what they’d shared tonight. “That was incredible. But I may not be able to walk for a week.”
“No problem. I’ll carry you. Now, let’s do a little moonlight skinny-dipping and clean off.”
“Are you crazy? That mountain stream will be frigid.”
“No worries. I’m definitely finished for the night.”
Megan smiled. That’s what you think, my darling hubby.
Ryder & Megan:
Leather and Daisies
Ryder followed Gunnar Larson into his office compound in Breckenridge. The man towered over him, his long blond hair in a sleek ponytail down to the middle of his back. Getting into the man’s inner sanctum had taken several pre-screenings as well as two security checks on the premises. One would think he’d been trying to scale the walls of Fort Knox.
Ryder wasn’t even here to discuss business. He’d asked to meet at the man’s dungeon, but because that was in his home, apparently, he preferred to make initial contact at the Forseti Group headquarters. Of course, with his involvement in black ops and paramilitary contracting, Ryder understood the need for caution.
He’d met Gunnar more than a month ago at the family barbecue at Luke’s place. Hard to imagine, but now this house belonged to Ryder and Megan. Anyway, he’d learned of Gunnar’s reputation for being the best whip master in the area. After talking with Megan and seeing her interest in having him learn to throw a whip, he’d gotten contact info from Luke and asked to do some training under Gunnar.
“Have a seat, Ryder.”
Setting his coffee mug on a coaster on the imposing wooden desk, Ryder sat down in the chair on the right. “Thanks for taking the time to meet with me.”
“No problem. I’m always pleased to provide training to other Doms who want to learn respect for and the many uses of various whips. Tell me exactly what skill you’d like to learn first.”
“The bullwhip. Nothing hardcore, but Megan and I are interested in trying butterfly kisses—nothing that would mark her skin long-term.”
“Tagging, but not marking.”
“I’m not familiar with the terminology. We haven’t played at a dungeon yet.”
Gunnar stared at him a long, uncomfortable moment, as if sizing him up. “I know you served with Adam Montague, and you’re his brother-in-law, but I had to do some checking into your background before inviting you in here.”
“I’ve heard.”
“Oh?”
Ryder explained, “Grant gave me a heads-up that you were checking me out.”
Gunnar smiled. “She’s loyal to her friends.”
“I wouldn’t say we’re friends, but we served together, and she figured she owed me one.”
Gunnar cocked his brow, but Ryder wasn’t going to talk about Grant’s breach of trust involving Megan. Suffice it to say, she’d been making amends ever since. Besides, if not for her actions, he’d have never met Megan, so it was difficult to hold a grudge.
Gunnar nodded. “Understandable. So…back to learning to throw a whip. You’ve checked out and I’d like to invite you both to my dungeon party day after tomorrow. Another couple you know will be there—Marc and Angelina.”
He’d hoped for a private lesson first, in case he was inept with a whip, but Megan would find out soon enough. Otherwise, they knew so few people around here, they had nothing to worry about. If people didn’t accept them for who they were, then to hell with them.
Gunnar reached for a set of papers beside him. “Take these two application forms, and each of you fill one out. Bring them with you. There’s a map to my place on the last page. Remember, confidentiality is expected. You don’t talk about what goes on in the dungeon with anyone who isn’t a member.”
He didn’t know many people in the area and had no clue who was a member or not other than Marc and Angelina.
“I think I can probably teach you enough that first night and let you practice for a couple of days before I have you out again to check your form. But don’t you dare go near Megan with a whip until I give you the go-ahead. We’re going to work on precision and targeting first, nice and gentle. If you two decide you want a little more power later on, we can work on that, too. But I like that you’re starting out slowly. Now, why don’t we schedule the follow-ups, too, before the schedule gets too tight.”
“Evenings are best for me, too, because the ranch work keeps me busy during the day.”
“Perfect.” Gunnar jotted down handed him a slip of paper with the evenings he was available for two more sessions in the week to come, Ryder discussed where would be the best place to purchase a single tail, and Gunnar even pulled out some instructions on the oiling and caring for a new whip.
Gunnar stood and Ryder did likewise. They shook han
ds. “I’m looking forward to seeing you and Megan at the party.”
“Oh, how should we dress?”
“Comfortably. If that means kink clothing, fine, but if you’re more comfortable in jeans and a t-shirt like me”—Gunnar indicated his casual attire—“go for it.”
* * *
Megan had butterflies clawing to get out of her stomach as she and Ryder walked into Gunnar’s residence through a special entrance. The darkened room was lit with flickering wall sconces simulating fire, and her gaze roamed the room, taking in the various stations with some familiar and some bizarre equipment.
“Can I get you something to drink?”
She didn’t expect to be doing any intensive scenes on their first visit but would be cautious anyway. “A water with lemon would be great. Thanks.”
“I’ll turn in our forms, too.” As Ryder walked over to the bar, Megan took in her surroundings. What would her brothers think to find out she’d gone to a BDSM club? Well, they didn’t have to know everything about her.
She spotted a St. Andrew’s cross, which immediately captured her attention. She’d dreamed of being bound to one ever since reading about it in Club Shadowlands, the first BDSM romance she’d ever read.
She’d chosen a thin layer of clothing in order to experience whatever Ryder wanted to try tonight after his bullwhip lesson was over.
As her eyes adjusted better, she saw movement to her right and turned to see Angelina Giardano approaching. While they’d only met twice, Megan liked her a lot and wanted to get to know her better.
“Megan! Welcome! I’m so glad to see you’re into this, too.”
“Well, we’re trying to learn more about it. This is my first time in a club other than in books.”
“Gunnar’s is a great private place to play, although we’d stopped coming while I was getting my restaurant started. Living in Aspen Corners and working here, this is so much more convenient, although we try to get to the Masters at Arms once a month or so.”
“I haven’t heard of that one. Where’s it located?”
Angelina’s eyes widened. “Oh, it’s just a little place in Denver. Not one you’d want to bother going to since you’re living out here.”
Her response seemed strange, but Megan didn’t really know the woman all that well. “Ryder and I are just beginning to get settled in but are dying to come and try your restaurant. I’m hearing good things.”
Angelina beamed. “Let me know ahead of time, and I’ll prepare a memorable special that night.” Being a chef was her calling, apparently.
“I have a feeling all of your dishes will be memorable.”
“And you would be correct.” Marc D’Alessio approached. “Hi, Megan.” He wrapped his arm around Angelina’s waist and smiled down at her. “This woman puts an amazing amount of love and care into each dish she makes.”
Ryder arrived with their bottles of water. “Megan and I need to come to your place soon.”
“My thought exactly,” Megan agreed.
The crack of a bullwhip made Megan jump, then laugh self-consciously.
“Sounds like Gunnar’s planning to play tonight,” Marc said. “He’s usually much quieter with the single tail.”
“Actually, that might be for our benefit. That’s why we’re here. He’s going to train me to throw one.”
Marc nodded. “You couldn’t ask for a better instructor.” He glanced down at Angelina. “Maybe you’d be interested in that someday, too?”
She shook her head. “I doubt it. Let’s stick to the Florentine floggers.”
Marc grinned. “My pleasure, cara.” Turning his attention to Ryder and Megan again, he said, “If you’ll excuse us, there’s a cross over there awaiting my lady’s pleasure.”
Megan was tempted to follow and watch, but Gunnar walked up to them at that moment. “Glad you made it. I think we’re all set. Megan, Ryder has asked for a demonstration first.” He had? “How would you feel about being my target tonight?”
She glanced at Ryder who smiled. “Totally up to you, but I thought we ought to see if you really enjoy this kind of play first. It’s probably going to take me weeks of practice before we can try anything ourselves.”
Staring up at Gunnar again, she wondered what it would be like. She’d been curious since Ryder had asked her. His intense stare sent a shiver up her spine, but Ryder was here to keep an eye on things, and she’d spelled out her hard limits precisely on the form she’d filled out. But it was never a bad idea to confirm when negotiating with someone who might not have seen the form yet.
She smiled. “I’m good with it.”
Gunnar grinned. “Judging by the way your ponytail jumped a few minutes ago when I cracked the popper, we’re going to start with something easy and painless. Excuse me for a few minutes while I look over your form briefly.”
When he came back, he led her over to the large area devoid of equipment or furniture. No doubt he needed a wide space to throw the whip without hitting unintended targets. Only, at the moment, she would be the bulls-eye.
“First, because I can’t see your body with your clothing on…”
Surely he didn’t intend for her to strip naked. She looked at Ryder, whose attention had shifted to Gunnar as well. He didn’t seem at all happy about the prospect, either.
“…I’ll need to confirm some things and ask some additional questions before we begin. First, are there any medical conditions I should be made aware of? Any skin grafts, superficial injuries in targeted impact areas on your back, ass, or thighs?”
“I can’t think of anything that might be a problem in that area, but…” She felt awkward about telling someone she barely knew this, but didn’t want to withhold information that might be important. “I had a hysterectomy when I was twenty-four.”
Gunnar’s brow shot up, but he masked his surprise again quickly. “Any recent impact play?”
Again her gaze went to Ryder, and she smiled before giving Gunnar her attention again. “Spankings, paddlings—and a run-in with a riding crop. We haven’t taken anything to extreme, though, if that’s what you mean.”
He turned to Ryder who nodded.
Gunnar addressed her again. “Your safeword is scarlet?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Got it. Now, stand here and put your hands over your head, clasping them.” She did as instructed, and he stepped back. He curled the whip and threw it in her direction, making it pop just to her left. Her heart felt as though it jumped into her throat, but when he repeated the move again to her right, she managed to hold still a little better. “Well done.”
She glanced over at Ryder who nodded and smiled.
“Now I want you to feel the whip on your body. Are you ready?”
Probably not, but she replied, “Yes.”
He grew somber, and the next thing she remembered, the whip was hurling toward her. However, instead of striking her with a sting, it wrapped around her waist in more of a hug. “Amazing!” She turned to Ryder again. “Definitely have him teach you that, Sir!”
Ryder chuckled. “Will do, brat.”
She shrugged, but decided she ought to be on higher protocol while here so as not to make her Dom look bad in front of the others.
“Ryder,” Gunnar said, motioning him over, “just as with a flogger or any other implement you intend to use, you’ll want to warm her up slowly, letting the whip caress her skin, both in places you plan to impact as well as others. Here.”
He handed the coiled whip to Ryder, who took it, walked around behind her, and rubbed the whip across her shoulders and shoulder blades and then down the hollow of her spine. The smell of leather excited her nearly as much as its touch. He circled around in front again, uncurling the whip. Holding onto the handle with his left hand, he grabbed a spot near the other end of the four-foot braided leather with his right. He stretched the whip taut with a snap before brushing it lightly over her collarbone and upper breasts. Each time he came near her nipples, when her anticipation f
or the feel of it on her sensitive peaks was at its most intense, he moved back up again and started over. Finally, after several repetitions, he stopped teasing her and rubbed the leather up and down directly over her nipples, only leaving her ready to beg for more.
He grinned. Couldn’t he tell she was close to crumpling into a puddle at his feet? He always read her arousal and other moods so well. When her breath became shallow and rapid, he proceeded down and over her abdomen to her thighs encased in black leggings. Though she’d tried to prepare for anything tonight, she hadn’t expected to be included in Ryder’s lesson like this.
Continuing his slow tease over her body, he looped the whip around her left thigh and ran it slowly up her inner thigh, coming painfully close to her pussy before sliding it down her right inner thigh. She wanted to scream, or grab his hand and guide it where she wanted him to be. As if aware of her thought, Gunnar stepped around behind her and took her by the elbows, guiding her hands into a box hold behind her back.
She drew a shaky breath. Having two men dominating her at the same time had her senses on overload. Feeling the heat of the two men only ignited the flames inside her even more.
Ryder reached between her legs to give Gunnar the end of the whip and then stood tall again in front of her, smiling. “Your pupils are dilated, breathing rapid. I think you’re going to have a love affair with the whip, Red.”
“Oh, Sir, we’re already quite fond of one another.”
He chuckled. “Then I think it’s time for the two of you to become better acquainted.” As if the two men had exchanged some silent signal, both lifted the whip at the same time until she straddled it. The braided leather pressed between her outer lips and against her clit. When they began sawing it back and forth, she gasped in surprise. Each bump of the whip’s braids over her oversensitive nerves felt like a flick against her clit until she shook on the inside with suppressed need.
They increased the rhythm until she trembled visibly. Just when she thought she might have to ask for permission to come, they stopped, and she tried not to collapse. Ryder closed the gap between them and kissed her before whispering in her ear, “Red, you’re making me so fucking hot.”
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