The Ritual

Leaning over, he opens the door and helps me into my seat. He slams the door and I cry out as my arms are crushed behind me.

RYAT

I GET IN the driver’s side and start my car. We knew that Sarah had brought them here, so I drove Gunner so we could each drive them back. Leaning across her, I fasten her seat belt.

“It’s a thirty-minute drive,” she whines, trying to adjust her arms behind her back.

“Should have thought about that.” I wasn’t all that mad until I saw what she was wearing. A fucking bathing suit would cover more. And I know she dressed this way because of our fight earlier. I reach over and yank both sides of the straps open, exposing her tits. I grab her left one and squeeze. She throws her head back, panting. Leaning over the center console, I suck her nipple into my mouth, making it hard. She lifts her hips the best she can with the seat belt on.

Pulling away, I slap it, making her cry out again. If the car was big enough, I could totally fuck her in it because the windows are blacked out. But I need more room to work with. She’ll probably be passed out by the time we get back to the apartment.

I lift her skirt and shove her underwear to the side. “Just how wet are you, Blake?” I ask, running my fingers over her pussy.

“So wet,” she moans.

I push a finger into her, and she’s not lying. “For who?” I ask.

“You.” She wiggles her shoulders, trying to relieve her hands restrained behind her back.

“Whose girl are you?” I ask, shoving another one into her.

She gasps, her tits bouncing at the motion while she spreads her legs farther apart for me. “Yours.”

“Mine,” I remind her as I start finger-fucking her while she sits in the passenger seat of my car.

She cries out, her legs shifting on the seat, her hips bucking and head banging on the headrest. I don’t gag her. I like the way she sounds when she’s screaming my name.

My fingers go in and out of her while my free hand pinches her nipples. She arches her back as her cunt clamps down on my fingers while she comes.

I pull them out, and she slumps against the seat. Lips parted while she tries to catch her breath. I push the strands of hair covering her face away and shove my fingers into her mouth. “Clean them,” I command.

Her cheeks hollow as she sucks her cum off them, and I pull them out with a pop. Gripping her face, I force her to look over at me. “Don’t ever do that again. Do you understand me?”

Her eyes are glassy, her chest heaving and body shaking. I want to drag her across this car and force my cock down her throat. I want to be rough with her. Remind her who the fuck I am and that she belongs to me, but I don’t. She licks her numb lips and nods. “Yeah.”

After I release her, I sit back in the driver’s seat and defog the windows while putting the car in gear and take off.

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SHE’S OUT LIKE I expected her to be by the time I park at her apartment. Undoing her seat belt, I help her out of the car and carry her inside with her hands still cuffed behind her back.

Getting her into the door, I head toward her room but pause before passing the kitchen. Something on the floor catches my attention—it’s glass. Its broken pieces are scattered on the floor, and I frown. What the fuck happened? I knew she was home because I had watched her on the cameras, but then I got called to the house of Lords for a meeting. Once it was over, Gunner notified me the girls were going out. By the time I checked on her, she was already on her way to the club.

Moving on to her room, I lay her on the bed facedown. She doesn’t even make a sound. I remove her heels and then place her on her side to remove the halter from over her neck. I then slide it down her stomach and legs before tossing it to the floor as well.

That too will be getting burned. I run my hands up and down her bubble ass, giving it a small slap.

She buries her face into the pillow, letting out a moan as she stirs. Moving my hand up to her face, I push the hair off the side. “Good night, little one,” I tell her and turn toward the bathroom.

“Ryat?” She moans my name.

I turn to look at her over my shoulder. “Yeah?”

“My wrists?” she asks, licking her dry lips with her eyes still closed.

“They stay on,” I tell her.