The Ritual

I swallow against his hand. My ass tightening on its own, squeezing it to see if it’s truly there. And why the thought turns me on. I already feel so full, I can’t imagine what he will feel like inside me.

“I promise it will feel good.” He kisses my cheek as if reading my mind.

Tears start to sting my eyes, but I understand what he’s saying. And a part of me wants to give it to him. Wants him to take it. It’s the fucked-up part that Matt was ashamed of. “I trust you,” I manage to whisper.

“That’s my good girl.” He runs his lips along my face to my ear, where he nibbles on it, making me groan. Pulling away, he meets my eyes in the mirror once again. “Stay right here.” Then he turns and walks out of the bathroom.

I bend over a little, tightening my ass once again and feeling the plug inside. It feels good but also uncomfortable at the same time. I have an urge to push it out, but I don’t. Instead, I place my hands on the edge and try to calm my breathing.

He returns seconds later with rope hanging from his hands. Blood rushes in my ears when he places his hand on my back and pushes my chest onto the counter. Then he grips my hips pulling them away from the edge a little, leaving some open space.

“Spread your legs,” he orders, slapping my ass.

Sweat begins to bead on my forehead. Swallowing, I spread them the best I can, knowing that he’s about to have his way with my ass, and he’s going to make me like it.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

RYAT

I TAKE ONE of the ropes and double it up, sliding it through the silver handle on the bottom far right drawer and wrap it around her ankle before tying it into a knot, attaching it to the drawer. Going over to her other ankle, I do the same thing—securing her legs far apart.

Standing behind her, I grab her wrists, pulling her arm off the counter and over to the right. Her forearm hangs off the edge. I do the same to her wrists, securing them to a top drawer. Then do the same to her left one.

I look over her tied open for me with the black plug in her ass, and I start salivating. I’ve been dreaming of this since I saw her on her ass in the hallway at Barrington. Our flight was over four hours. It gave me the opportunity to change her plug out twice. I needed to get her ready for me. As bad as I wanted to just ram my cock into it, I do want her to enjoy it.

Running my palm up her thigh, I give her left ass cheek a hard slap.

She jumps, whimpering.

I do the same to the other one.

Her breathing picks up, filling the large room. Cupping her pussy, she wiggles her ass for me, and I push a finger into her. “You’re already so wet for me,” I say and then remove it, slapping her cunt as well.

She cries out. Grabbing a hand full of her hair, I yank her face off the countertop and look at her in the mirror. “Do you know why I tied you up in here instead of the bed?”

“No.” She whispers. Her tear-filled eyes are so pretty right now.

I knew she wouldn’t. “It’s because I want you to watch yourself come with my cock in your ass.”

She sucks in a ragged breath.

“You will come, Blake,” I promise her. Reaching into the front pocket of my jeans, I pull out pink rubber vibrator—Lovense Lush 2. I bought it for her last week but haven’t had the chance to use it yet. Now is the best time.

I remove my cell from the other pocket and pull up the app. I turn the vibrator on and rub it against her clit while setting my cell on the counter next to her head. She squirms, her body pulling on her restraints. I gently rub it in circles, just teasing her. I have it turned all the way down right now, not ready for her to come just yet.

When I push two fingers into her, she rises on her tiptoes, a strangled cry leaving her parted lips as I pump them in and out of her, getting her wetter. They pick up their pace, getting a little more forceful. When I think she’s ready, I remove them, her body sagging against the countertop.

I take the vibrator and rub it over her wet cunt, getting it lubed up before pushing it inside her. She’s panting, the side of her face on the counter, her eyes closed. “Ryat …” she cries out, lifting her head up, and wide blue eyes meet mine in the mirror.