I comply, of course, my legs slightly apart, just like he ordered, and my arms at my sides.
“Now wait,” he says, and soon I hear the familiar sound of the suitcase’s zipper and the shifting of my various packing cubes until, finally, he returns.
“Eyes stay closed,” he says, his fingers gently stroking my left nipple, then squeezing so hard I gasp. Then I gasp again when his fingers are replaced by metal nipple clamps. “Lovely idea,” he says once he’s clamped both my nipples. “Can you feel it, Kitten? The sensation spreading all the way from your tits to that gorgeous pussy?”
I nod.
“Tell me what it feels like.”
“Electricity. Heat. Like a live wire burning inside me. It makes me want more. Everything.”
“Everything?”
“I want to be touched. I want to be fucked. Hunter, please.”
“Soon. Turn around, then walk two steps. You’ll hit the bed.”
I do, and he’s right.
“Now bend over so that you’re right up against the mattress. I want your pretty pussy rubbing the spread every time I spank you.” I comply, and since the bed is tall, I’m essentially bent over at the waist in a perfect right angle.
My core clenches, my body so close to exploding I’m sure I would come if he just kept talking. He’s going to spank me, of course, and my senses are on overdrive in anticipation of Hunter’s touch.
“Christ that’s lovely. Do you know how hard it makes me seeing you bent over like that? Waiting for me to take you? To fuck you? Do you know how much you humble me, Kitten? Have you got any idea what it means to me knowing that you’ll give yourself this way? Knowing that you belong to me?”
“Always,” I say. “I’m yours, Hunter. You know I am.”
“I do,” he says, gently rubbing the swell of my ass. “It’s the greatest miracle of my life, finding you. Loving you. Claiming you.”
“Claim me now,” I whisper. “I love you, too, but right now, please, just fuck me hard.”
He chuckles. “That’s my Kitten,” he says, and his words are followed almost immediately by a sharp, unexpected smack to my ass.
I gasp at the red-hot sensation, then sigh with pleasure as it seems to spread out, the tingling redness, the naughty sting. It’s a special kind of claiming, I think. He’s marking me, and I’m giving myself to him.
Gently, he rubs over the sore area until the pain has faded to a dull ache. Then he issues another demand. “Spread your legs,” he orders, and though I want him to slip his fingers between my thighs and caress my pussy, he doesn’t. Instead he says, “There’s only you, Kitten. There’s only ever been you. And for the record, I will kill any man who touches you. So, no. There will be no sharing of my wife.”
“Thank goodness,” I say, then yelp as another smack lands on my ass, making my cunt clench in pleasure. I want him inside me desperately, but mostly I’m just happy that he’s claiming me.
One more smack, and my body jolts on the bed, the combination of the sting and the tug on the clamps as my body moves making my skin tingle with a wild desire. Then I start to melt when his hand soothes the sting before sliding once again between my legs. I’m incredibly wet, and this time, he takes full advantage, thrusting his fingers deep inside me. His body arches over mine, his slacks rubbing my ass as his tongue teases my ear. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
“Not just yet.” Instead, I hear him move to get something else. A moment later, he’s back, stroking my ass, and then I feel the cool, slick lube followed by the pressure of the bulbous head of a butt plug. I relax, giving in to the spectacular sensation of the glass bulb filling me.
He sucks in a sharp breath. “I love this ass. One of the few perfect asses in the world, I think. And so very pretty with this little pink flower.” He presses down on the plug, and I moan with pleasure. Then, without warning, he spanks me again, and the impact on my ass coupled with the pressure of the plug is so fucking extraordinary I actually cry out, my whole body shaking. Moisture slides down my thighs, and all I want—all I want—is Ryan’s cock inside me.
“Please,” I beg, my whole being lost in a sensual haze.
He says nothing but soothes the spot, then finger fucks me, moving in and out with such intensity that I imagine it’s his cock pounding me toward heaven, and I hear myself crying, “yes, yes,” from the intense pleasure of it all.
I’m just about to beg again when I feel him behind me. The brush of material from his slacks. The hard heat of his cock. I bite my lower lip, relishing this. Knowing that he’s still dressed and I’m not only naked but blindfolded and plugged.
I’m his. I belong to him. His wife. His lover. His everything.
When he thrusts his cock inside me, I cry out his name, letting myself get lost in the sensation of being completely filled and thoroughly fucked.
My tits and clit are rubbing the bedspread as Ryan’s cock does a number on that sweet spot deep inside me. I’d love to just stay like this forever, but I don’t even own my own pleasure anymore. I’ve handed it over to Ryan, and he’s toying with me. Taking me higher and higher only to pull back until finally I feel the tremor in his body and I know that his release is close. And as he starts to shatter, he whispers one last demand of me.
“Come,” he says.
And God help me, my body obeys, bursting apart at the seams in an explosion of pleasure and sensation, lust and love, hope and happiness.
And Ryan, I think as I fall back to earth, sucked down by an overwhelming need for sleep.
Always, Ryan.
Chapter Eleven
I wake sated and happy, my body pressed close to Ryan’s. For a moment, I simply lie there soaking up his comfort, feeling warm and loved and safe.
Safe.
Reality hits me, and I scramble across the ocean of a bed for my side table. Beside me, Ryan mumbles something unintelligible, then rolls over, hogging the covers as usual.
I grab my phone, hoping Gabby’s reply from last night is waiting for me, but there’s nothing in my texts except for one from Nikki reminding me to call and tell her how The Plan fared. Too bad I promised Ryan not to say anything to her.
“Did she text?” Ryan asks, and I roll back over to find him watching me, looking sleepily sexy. I shake my head, then reach out to rub my palm over his jaw, now more stubbly than it was last night when it rubbed provocatively against my inner thigh.
“Mmm,” I say, and see a corresponding hunger in his eyes. “Can we pretend it’s still night and stay in bed?”
“Kitten, I don’t need the night as an excuse with you. But,” he adds, taking my hand from his cheek so that he can kiss my palm, “I should check my phones, too. And make sure there’s nothing that needs my immediate attention at work. Then I should probably pay a visit to her family.”
“Her dad? He’s the one who hired you to go get her, right?”
“He’s passed away,” Ryan tells me. “But she has an uncle. I want to feel him out. See if she’s been in contact with him.”
“If she hasn’t, are you going to tell him that she might be back?”