Taming Ryder (Souls of the Knight 2)

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“You ready to get started?” Ivan’s voice interrupted me and I quickly pressed the lock key on my phone and nodded. “There’re already some guys waiting. Might as well get started early.”

“Thought you wanted to run through the list first?”

“I did. But I’d rather go home early if we can.”

“Sounds good to me. I’ve got plans later.”

“Who is he?” Ivan teased.

“Just some friends of mine. Remember Sawyer and Jake I told you about?”

“Course I do. How could I forget that you’re friends with the Sawyer Knight,” he replied, laughing. From his reaction, I obviously talked about them a lot. “Hey, Dem! Call the first one in for me will you!” Demitri, or Dem, was one of our camera guys. As asked, he brought the first guy through and I immediately disliked him. He wasn’t confident, which I think he was trying to portray. No, he was an arrogant, egotistical arsehole who wouldn’t fit in with us at all.

The second guy was way too shy and highly inexperienced. From the way his cheeks flamed when Ivan asked him how many times a week he jerked off I wondered if he’d even had sex yet. Plus, there was being a twink, then there was looking like you were eleven years old.

The next few were all pretty much the same. Unsuitable. Either too much or too little confidence. That might’ve worked for some studios, but not ours. We were like a family here, and anyone who turned up looking to make a quick buck without bothering to even fake an interest in us as people wouldn’t last two minutes.

When the next guy entered the room I was instantly intrigued, yet I had no idea why. He walked slowly, almost nervously, over to the couches where Ivan and I sat and then he bent slightly, offering his hand to each of us in turn when he reached us.

“Mason George?” Ivan made sure, shaking his hand before I did the same.

“Yeah,” was all he said as he lowered himself onto the opposite couch.

I cocked my head to the side, eyeing him up and down from top to bottom. My reaction to him confused me. He was clearly apprehensive, which should’ve immediately illuminated a ‘not a chance’ sign in my head, yet I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was sexy as fuck, sure, but I’d lost count how many beautiful men I’d slept with so that couldn’t be it. He slumped back a little in his seat, his knees slightly apart. His fingers wandered to his cropped brown hair, running through the neatly styled strands while he waited for the questions to begin. Then, when his blue eyes – that crystal, piercing shade of blue that is so flawless it makes you wonder if they’re wearing contacts - caught my gaze, he flipped his attention immediately elsewhere.

Hmm. Every muscle in my body told me this guy wasn’t supposed to be here, yet none of them were prepared to do anything to send him away.

“So, you got a stage name, Mason?” Ivan asked.

“No. No screen name,” he said, shaking his head. “Do I need one?”

“It’s advisable. But we can work on that later.”

“Okay, sure.”

“I take it that means you’re completely new to the industry?”

“Yeah. Well, I’ve been a go-go boy for the last few months, back in New York. So I’m not ashamed to be on show, if you think that’s going to be a problem.”

“Go-go dancing and porn are two very different things. What makes you think you can handle it? There’s pressure, expectations, cameras right up your ass…”

“I don’t know if I can handle it,” he answered honestly. “But I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t think I could. As with anything in life, you never know unless you try.”

“How many guys have you slept with?” I interrupted, genuinely curious. I didn’t know why I was interested, shit like that didn’t matter to me and it sure as hell didn’t affect his ability to do his job. But this guy… this guy had my full attention.

“Um, does that matter?” he asked, jerking his head back a little. “I know how to have sex,” he added, seeming pissed off.

“So what do you like? Top, bottom? Rimming? Sucking dick?”

“Go easy, Ry,” Ivan interjected, making me realize I’d completely taken over the questions.

“Sorry, boss.” I sat back in my seat, mouth closed, eyes still on Mason.

“Sure. I like all those things.”

And holy fuck I couldn’t wait to give them to him. My dick swelled in my jeans, making me shift in my seat as I imagined how his tight hole would feel around my cock. I would fucking break him. And I planned to.

“I’ll be honest here, Mason,” Ivan began. My heart rate accelerated. This sounded like the start of a ‘thanks but no thanks’ speech and it unexpectedly sent waves of disappointment cascading through my body. “I’m not sure you’re cut out for this. You seem nervous, inexperienced. But… I also think that might appeal to a lot of our viewers. I could sit here asking you questions all day, but really I think we ought to just get on with it and do a test scene. See what you’re made of.”