Ride My Beard (Hot-Bites 2)

I reach under my dress, hooking my fingers in the waistband of the small black lace thong, thanking my maker that I decided to go with the sexy lingerie tonight to please Ryker. My dress covers me, though it rises high on my thighs because of my hands. The cool air hits the wet lips of my pussy and I feel wicked and desirable at the same time. I slide them down my legs while Ryker steadies me. I use one of my hands to brace myself on his arm as I step out of my panties and then straighten back up. I tentatively reach out to slop the material into Ryker’s waiting hand. They’re soaked. My cream has coated them and I should feel embarrassed, but I don’t—especially when Ryker brings them up to his face and pushes them against his nose, breathing in my scent. It turns me on in ways I never expected and I feel a fresh gush of wetness. At this rate he’s going to make me come and he hasn’t even really touched me.

“That’s good, Lola. Really good. I think you deserve a reward,” he tells me and it takes everything I have not to beg him to take me right then and put me out of my misery, because really that’s the only reward I want.

Instead, he pushes my panties into his pocket. It’s then I notice the small white box he is carrying. In my excitement and hunger before, I failed to take notice. He opens it and inside is a leather strap. It’s beautiful, slim, and delicate despite the material used to make it. It’s shiny black with one single silver pendant in the shape of a heart. Inside the heart is also a gold embossed L, standing proudly among a sea of small, shiny stones I know instantly are diamonds. I run my finger along the strip of leather, fingering the diamond heart, but that’s not what has my attention. I move my finger along the hand-tooled engraving that has been etched with clear painstaking care. One side says ‘Ryker’, and on the other side of the heart is the word ‘property’.

The words should turn me off, worry me, or at the very least make me send him away. They do none of those things.

“Is this for me?” I ask, unable to believe it. In answer, he turns me around and I move as if in a trance. He stands behind me then and I feel the leather come around my throat.

“It’s definitely yours, Lola,” he rumbles against my ear as he secures the collar—because instantly some sixth sense tells me that’s what it is—around my neck. The weight of it feels heavy, solid…significant. “Ask me how long I’ve had that made, Lola.”

“Ryker…”

“Ask me,” he instructs again.

“How long?” I ask, almost afraid to hear the answer just in case I’m wrong.

“Since the moment I first saw you as my woman, Lola. You were always mine. I just needed to wait on you to get ready for me,” he says.

My breath becomes ragged and before I know what’s going on I’m in his truck and he’s buckling me in the vehicle before I can form a sane thought.

I’m more than ready now.

Chapter 12

Ryker

We've been at the restaurant for the last hour, our food already eaten, and my blood pumping hard and fast through my veins.

When we first entered the restaurant, Lola sat across from me. I didn’t say anything to make her move closer, to have her sit right next to me…even if I want her on my fucking lap.

I let her eat in peace, let her get her bearings and get more comfortable. I can see she is nervous and a little scared about what I have planned for her tonight, what I promised I'd do to her.

But I can also see that she is ready, prepared for me.

I feel the weight of her panties in my pocket, still have the smell of her pussy ingrained in my nose, making me drunk. I pick up my beer bottle and take a long drink from it, watching her the whole time. She has her head downcast slightly, but her eyes are trained right on me, her focus right there with mine.

I set the beer bottle down and lean back against the booth. I requested this table in the back of the restaurant, away from prying eyes, from the general population. It gives us some privacy, especially for what I am planning on doing to her.

“Come here, Lola.” I don’t expect her to disobey me, but I can see the nervousness on her face. She is looking around, maybe worried that somebody will see or hear us. Good. I want the world to know what I do to her, how I make her feel.