by Linnea May
She looks hurt and frightened, and it that impression is only magnified when she takes off her giant sunglasses to inspect me more closely. It’s as if she can't trust her eyes.
"Ryan," she breathes out eventually in a voice laced with disbelief.
Her eyes never moving from mine, she jumps up from the bench, and it’s obvious to me that she‘s shaking uncontrollably all over. The vibrant green of her eyes can’t hide the glistening threat of tears. A fresh breeze ruffles her messy hair, causing random strands to stick to the curve of her jawline, damp with sweat from her strenuous hike.
"Ryan," she repeats. She snans the length of me from head to toe, and then she locks eyes with me again, still shaking her head in disbelief.
I don't know how to interpret the way she‘s looking at me. I don't know anything right now. I haven't thought any of this through. I put off revealing myself to her because I wasn't even sure if I should let her know I was here at all.
But now that she knows, there's no turning back. She knows I'm here. She knows I followed her up here, and she knows I came all the way to California to find her.
In that sense, she knows more than I do at the moment. I’m standing here not knowing what to do, and for all I know, she's long since moved on and is anything but happy to see me.
Those fears are proven wrong a moment later when she cries out my name in desperate relief and darts towards me, stumbling right into my open arms.
I embrace her without thinking twice, and as I press her against my chest, I'm filled with a soothing warmth that I haven't felt in nearly a year, not since I had to let her go.
I try to ignore the taunting voice in my head.
She's dangerous. She's not good for you. You will lose yourself in her.
Frankly, I don't care about all of that right now. All I care about is the phenomenal sensation that takes a hold of me, now that she's back in my arms.
She buries her face against my chest, shaking and sobbing, her tears wetting my shirt.
"My doll," I whisper, stroking my fingers soothingly through her hair, but then I grab her ponytail and gently pull on it to force her head back.
She lifts her head instantly and looks up at me through teary eyes, her lower lip trembling as she whispers, "My master."
My lips crush into hers with violent need, claiming her like I've never claimed anyone before. My tongue greedily invades her mouth, and our bodies press tightly against one another, aching to be one. She responds hungrily, breathing heavily and her fingers clawing into my back as she tries to pull me even closer.
We break our kiss only to stare at each other, both gasping for air. Her green eyes are filled with unspoken questions, but she's not ready to pose any of them.
"I've missed you so much," she breathes. "You have no idea."
"Oh, I think I do," I reply, silencing her with another deep kiss.
I may have come up here with no plan whatsoever, but as I'm holding her now, finally tasting her soft lips again, I know there's only one thing I really need to do.
I need to have her. All of her. Now.
My brain is no longer functioning, having lost all its blood supply, which has redirected to my cock, now pressing as hard as iron against her middle.
"I need to fuck you," I whisper into her ear, her ponytail still wrapped in a tight grip as I pull her head back. "Now."
"Yes," she breathes, and I can feel her body heat rising next to me. "Yes, you do."
"Be good for me, doll," I tell her, before scooping her up, my hands digging into the flesh of her ass.
She wraps her legs around my waist, her lips seeking mine again, stealing kisses as I turn back on the path from which we both came.
"No, here, now," she insists, breathing out the words through our kiss. She points toward a hard-to-see turnoff further up the path, shielded by bushes. I catch her gaze for reassurance, and she smiles at me mischievously.
"No one's here," she whispers, moving her hips against my pelvis, as if I needed any encouragement.
I follow the nearly hidden pathway that she pointed out to me, and once I’ve taken about a dozen steps, I spot another bench. This one is more obscured than the other one, more hidden in the shadows and offering a sheltered place to hide.
I place her on the bench, going down on my knees between her spread legs and pulling her shirt up. She’s wearing a sports bra with hooks in the front, making it quick and easy for me to expose her beautiful tits. I lean forward, hungrily taking her right nipple between my lips, worshipping her as she leans back and moans loudly, her hand closing around a fistful of my hair. I suck and bite on her hard nipples, remembering every inch of her body. Even though we only shared one night together almost a year ago, I remember every little thing about her. The way she arches her back, the intensity of her moans, her sensitive reactions to my touch. I know what she likes and I know how to give it to her.
Her cheeks are flushed with need when our eyes find each other again. I hook my fingers under the waistband of her shorts, and she lifs her hips like a good girl for me, so I can pull down her shorts and panties together in one swift motion.
She‘s suddenly overcome by a flush of embarrassment when her naked pussy is revealed to me, glistening with the evidence of desire in the sunshine.
"Don't be shy, doll," I say, winking up at her as I sink down to taste her. Oh, how I’ve missed her.
The stirred-up groans that escape her lips as my tongue lashes against her wet entrance fuel my desire for her. She's squirming, trying to get away from me, but I hold her in place, grabbing her thighs and pushing her legs up and wider apart. She's completely at my mercy, fighting a losing battle between arousal and shame as I eat her out to satisfy my carnal need.
"Please, master," she pleads, her voice horse with lust. "Please, fuck me."
I let go of her, straightening up to my full height and pushing my massive bulge in front of her face.
"Get my cock out, doll."
She doesn't need to be told twice, and instantly starts fiddling with my belt, her nervous fingers massaging along my hardness through the fabric of my trousers. When my erection springs free, she leans forward and anxiously takes it between her lips without being told to, and even though I should scold her, I decide to let this one slide – her lips wrapped around my cock feels so good, so right. I grab her ponytail with one hand, and even though I can hardly see straight with her tongue gliding along the lower side of my shaft, my eyes quickly scan our surroundings to make sure we're still alone. I’m finding it hard to breathe, she's sucking on my cock with such ardor that I’m afraid she’s going to send me over the edge too soon.
I pull her back by the hair and withdraw from her mouth. I drop my lips to hers, hungrily claiming her mouth, and drop my hips so the tip of my cock is teasing her wet folds. She squirms and turns under me, moving her hips forward to draw closer to me. We both groan in ecstatic unison when I plow myself inside her, not stopping until I stretch and fill her with my entire length.
"Did you miss me, doll?" I whisper into her ear, her tight warmth hugging my cock.
She pants and moans, tears of fulfilled need running down her face as she nods at me. "Yes, master, I did."
I place a kiss at the corner of her mouth, and then I can’t hold back any longer. I start fucking her like a savage beast. She takes me in with frenzied greed, shrieking with pleasure as her entire body quivers under my violent thrusts.
I haven't fucked anyone like this in a very long time, not outside of my dungeon, and not without first signing the necessary paperwork and negotiating payment to safeguard my sanity.
She tenses up as her orgasm strikes, her muscles clenching violently around my hard shaft. She peaks on my cock, taking me over the edge with her just a moment later. It’s then it hits me – this ist he end of me. She’s the end of me.
I’m lost forever.
And there is no turning back.
Chapter 33
Laura
I'
ve missed these shackles. I've missed this collar.
I've missed this room.
My arms and legs are spread apart, tied to the outer edges of the cross as I stand, waiting for him. The collar around my neck has a leash attached to it, and he's been leading me through the room like a pet all day. When I didn't follow his instructions fast enough, or displeased him in any way, he yanked on the leash, causing the collar to tighten around my neck, stealing my breath away.
I've come to love the feeling of it, so much so that I found myself deliberately delaying my response to his commands, just to have him yank at my leash again. I wonder if he knows?
I don't know how long we've been back here. Time is a strange thing in this place. It passes without me realizing, and not only because there's no daylight to hint at the time of day. It's also the mental state he puts me in, the insanity that happens when we are alone, when he draws climax after climax from me, still leaving me feeling like I‘m in heat and wanting more. At one point, I found myself so dazed with lust that I couldn't keep my tongue inside my mouth; I was panting, yearning for more.
He used toys on me, he spanked me, he choked me, and most importantly, he fucked me silly, causing my entire body to rock beneath him, my shrieks filling the room as we merged into a sweaty union.
I've missed this, all of this. His blue eyes feasting on me, as his hands travel all over my body, his deep voice hoarsely whispering naughty things into my ear while I shiver beneath his weight.
I can't believe I'm back here.
Everything went so fast that it still feels surreal to me. When he asked if I wanted to repeat our "arrangement" from last year, I didn't hesitate to say yes. I didn't ask any questions, I didn't care if I would be paid again, and I didn't waste a thought about the aftermath. Just like the first time, this will be a one-night deal. And then I will have to leave and get over him.
Again.
I don't want to think about it. It casts a dreadful shadow over everything, and I feel like I'm only ruining things for myself by worrying about the future. I'm so much happier when I cast those thoughts aside.
Even though the conditions of our play are the same as last time, some things are very different than they were last year.
He's different.
Ryan has always struck me as a serious and solemn person, a man who's haunted by a past he will tell me very little about. He wants to come across as cold and obstinate, but I know him well enough to know that's not the entire truth. He has a very soft core. His heart must've been broken before, and that's why he's shielding himself from ever feeling anything with anyone ever again.
That must be it, right?
We flew back here in a private jet, and it offered a level of luxury that I never once imagined for myself. I didn't even try to be nonchalant about it, but gawked around the plane like a little kid, while he watched me. He was oddly serious, even for him, and he's looked tense ever since we finished our little sexual escapade in Griffith Park.
I hiked up there to find myself, and instead I found him. He robbed me of the opportunity to finally get my head clear, to leave him behind and get my life back on track.
And now I'm back exactly where I was a year ago, literally.
I shake my head, the leash rattling against the wooden cross behind me.
No dark thoughts, Laura. Not now. Those are future-Laura's problems. I'm only going to be here for twenty-four hours, and then I'll hop back on a plane to LA. I told Layla I'd be back in a couple of days, but I didn't tell her where I went, or that I went with Ryan. I don't know why I lied to her, but I felt safer this way. If there's any payment involved this time around, it would buy me more time, and give me a second chance to do things right, to go back to college and get my feet back on the ground, just like I intended to a year ago.
It'll be different this time around. It will be better because I'll be different. Even though I didn't do anything significant with my life over the past year, I still grew in my own way.
I'm smarter now. I must be. One learns from experience.
I nod, reassuring myself, and then I hear his footsteps outside. He left the room without saying a word. A part of me hopes he's bringing food.
Orgasms always make me hungry.
I smile at the memory of him saying that, and I know that it's true for me, as well.
The door opens and he walks in, wearing nothing but a dark pair of pants. His marvelous chest is still glistening with sweat from our play, and I blush at the idea of wanting to lick it off of him.
He hasn’t brought us any food, but instead he’s brought a bottle of chilled champagne.
I smile up at him. "A treat for me, master?"
The smile he casts me is laced with an affection that bores deeply into my heart. He came back for me, even though he said he wouldn't. He was very emphatic about needing a different girl every year. Maybe it was a lie – or maybe he realized that he really does care for me?
I want to believe the latter, especially now as he's approaching me, his blue eyes piercing into mine. He pops the cork, not minding the champagne bubbling out of the bottle as he moves it up to my lips. I eagerly taste the golden liquid, the bubbles coating the walls of my mouth and the delicate taste filling my insides with pleasure.
I'm only allowed to take a few small sips before he removes the bottle from my lips. He takes a sip of the bubbly himself before placing the neck of the bottle at my collarbone and slowly beginning to pour the champagne over my tits. The liquid is cold and it tickles my skin as it bubbles across my chest and down my stomach.
But the sensation is nothing compared to the thrill that spreads through my core when he leans forward to lick it off my skin.
Chapter 34
Ryan
I suck and lick the champagne off her nipples, relishing the sweet moans that escape soulfully from her quivering lips. She's been back in my arms for a little less than a day, and I have barely left her side since our eyes first reconnected on that hill in Los Angeles.
It was supposed to be the last time I saw her, a goodbye glance and a way for me to convince myself that she's nothing special. The unfortunate thing was, it turned out exactly the opposite.
I should have known. It didn’t work a year ago, and it didn’t work today. She's mine now, and she has no idea what that means.
As my tongue trails along her champagne-soaked skin, I forget everything that's outside that door. Nothing matters but spending time with her. I've fucked her, played with her, touched her in every place imaginable, and yet I feel far from satisfied. I'm as hungry as I was before I got on that plane to California.
"I don't know if I can do it again," she breathes when I unfasten her ankles. "I'm sore."
My only response is a passionate kiss. She moans when my lips press roughly against hers, and I let my imagination debate whether it’s a moan of protest or lust.
I untie her wrists from the cross, leaving the cuffs strapped around her arms, and take a hold of her leash.
"On your knees, doll."
She casts me a quick, insecure look but obediently lowers herself to the floor.
Is she afraid of me?
She should be.
I lead her over to the bed, walking backwards so I can enjoy the view of her crawling, completely naked and exposed. She hollows her bruised back as she inches along, even though it has to be painful, to please me.
"Good girl," I praise, and even though she keeps her face lowered, I can tell by the way her ears shift that she's smiling.
I walk until the edge of the bed hits the back of my legs, and I instinctively bend my knees to sit.
"Come here," I tell her, patting my thigh. "Sit up here on my lap."
She tilts her head back, her gaze seeking mine for reassurance. Laura doesn't move, though, until I give her another nudge by yanking at the leash. I'm beginning to think she enjoys it a little too much. Her reluctance doesn't feel natural.
She climbs up and onto my lap, her long legs
shaking as she straddles me. I let go of the leash and place my hands on her ass, scooting her closer to my crotch and pushing her bare entrance up tight against the hardness caged in my pants. The smile she casts suggests she's very happy to see me this excited, even after all we've done already.
"See, this is what you do to me, doll," I tell her in a gravelly voice filled with arousal. "You leave me hard at all times, always wanting more."
She blushes, and when she tries to avert her eyes, I stop her by placing my index finger under her chin.
"Don't be shy. Just make sure you take care of it, just like I take care of my little doll."
"Yes, master," she whispers. She nibbles at her lower lip, still struggling to maintain eye contact with me. "But I'm sore. I think I need a break."
"You're getting one right now," I assure her. "That's why my cock is not buried deep inside of you, where it belongs. I'm letting you rest on my lap."
She nods. I don't stop her when she lowers her eyes again, absentmindedly stroking my chest with both of her hands. She traces the lines of the muscles I've spent so much time and effort building and maintaining. My addictive nature isn’t limited to women; it consumes every aspect of my life. When I cut out one very consuming part of my life – sex – it leaves me with plenty of time to indulge in developing a body like this. I weight lift like I fuck – relentlessly and with drive.
"I... took a really long break after we were together last time," my doll whispers in a voice so low that it's barely audible. She raises her gaze back to mine, making sure that I'm listening to her. "I didn't play with anyone since you."
I smile at her and feel a strange sensation in my chest. I don't know if what she says is true, but if it is, I can't deny it fills me with relief.
"So, no boyfriend, huh?" I ask her. "What a waste."
