“Now,” he says. “You know why you’re getting spanked, princess.”
“For lying to you,” I say with a sigh. I don’t pretend to have forgotten why he wanted to spank me. I told him there wasn’t a connection between us, that I didn’t feel some sort of intense, invisible connection.
I told him we were nothing, but that was a lie.
We both know it.
And now, the hour of reckoning has come. I escaped it for a little while, but now it’s time to pay the piper, so to speak.
“Ten spankings for lying,” he says gently, and then he starts swatting me. He spanks me over and over and each spank seems to sting a little bit more than the last. By the time he’s finished I’m sore and I’m sure my bottom is probably a bright pink by now.
When he’s done, he rubs me again, massaging my skin.
“Fucking sexy as hell,” he groans, and I feel his erection pressing into my belly. It’s nice to know that Ryder isn’t unaffected by what we’re doing because I know I’m certainly not. Then he slides his hand between my legs, and now Ryder knows I’m not unaffected, either. I’m very, very affected, in fact.
“I’m so wet for you, baby,” I purr, wiggling against his hand. Ryder strokes me softly over the fabric of my panties, edging me closer and closer. I usually orgasm pretty quickly, but this is super fast, even for me. The more he touches me, the more my entire mind clears except for one thing.
The need filling my core completely takes over my mind, and I grind harder against Ryder’s hand. I’m still on my stomach across his lap, but right now, I don’t even care about how exposed I am. Suddenly, I can’t focus on anything except coming. I can’t focus on anything except the fact that I am so, so close. Just a little bit more and then I’ll explode.
Just a little bit more, and then I’m going to come for Ryder.
He pushes my panties aside and slides one finger inside of me. Then a second finger joins, stretching me. I feel so full now, and I thrust my hips back, pushing deeper onto his fingers.
“You’re so fucking wet, June,” he growls. “My hand is fucking soaked, baby, and it feels so damn good. Your pussy is so tight, June. Do you have any idea what that fucking does to me, baby?”
I try to say something back, try to tell him how much this is turning me on, but the sound that escapes my lips is feral. I’m so far gone, so close to the edge, that it only takes a few more flicks of Ryder’s finger to push me over that cliff, and then I fall.
I soar.
I cry out as the orgasm rushes over my body, pushing me toward the edge of oblivion. I’ve never felt anything this power, this strong, this fantastic before, and I know I’m screaming by the time I’m done coming.
When my mind clears, I’m in Ryder’s arms, and he’s smiling down at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, like nothing else matters right now except the two of us.
Chapter 10
Ryder
June Gables is putty in my hands, and I don’t ever want to stop playing with her. Everything about this moment just feels right. The way she came apart in my arms is incredible. She came hard and fast and loudly, and now she’s letting me hold her, touch her, and I don’t ever want to let her go.
“Ryder,” she murmurs, and she reaches for me, kissing me. I hold her tightly, running my hands over her, and then I release her.
“All right, princess,” I tell her. “Where’s your rope?”
“Why do you think I have rope in here?” She asks quickly.
I raise an eyebrow.
“Just because my apartment is in the middle of a sex club doesn’t mean I just have rope lying around,” she says.
I just look at her.
Doms aren’t just big and bad and naughty. We don’t just walk around spanking bratty subs and making them cry our names. No, we’re more than that. We’re more dangerous than that.
We’re patient.
One of the first things I learned when I discovered BDSM was that taking care of a good sub requires an incredible, unimaginable amount of patience. No matter what I’m thinking or feeling, I must respond with patience and kindness because that is what is required of a good Dominant partner.
If a Dom loses his cool during a scene, a submissive could become seriously injured bondage and playing and kink: it’s all about having fun. Getting seriously hurt isn’t fun, which is why most serious players follow the motto of playing in a way that is safe, sane, and consensual.