Chapter 38

Tara

I've never been more turned on in my life. I don't know what it says about me that I enjoy being degraded and spit on, but here I am, so needy for it, I have to concentrate on my breathing in order to not hyperventilate with excitement.

Keeping my gaze locked on Ryker, I use him as my focal point.

All my life I've had to be the good girl. The daughter who listens. The woman who makes you proud. The one who makes life easy for others. The stepdaughter who stayed obedient and sweet so my mother could reap the rewards. For once, I want to be the opposite. I want to be depraved. Loud. Filthy. Chewed up. Spit on. Fucked hard and wrung out. I don't want to prove myself anymore. I don't want to pretend to be something I'm not.

I want to be me.

I stare at Ryker, eager for anything he'll do next. The intensity of our connection, mixed with the clamps biting my nipples and ropes digging into my legs, is delicious. I can't move much and that's thrilling too. It means I'm at his mercy.

"Let's pin these wings back, Butterfly."

He grabs something else from the bed and it's only after the first pinch that I look down to see what he's doing.

He's spreading my labia open with metal pincers. There's a delicate chain draping from each one that he attaches to the rope around my legs.

I'm on display. It's obscene. Raw. Vulnerable.

I've never felt sexier.

"Fuuuck, Tara," Ryker whispers once he steps back to admire his work. Grabbing his dick, he strokes it and leans down to drag his tongue along my exposed clit. I jump from how sensitive it is. "Don't fucking move, little slut."

A shock of pain zips up my spine and down my legs. He's just put a clamp on my clit. Lifting his head to look at me, he holds the chain attached to it between his teeth and tilts back a fraction. The slight movement pulls on my clit and pain zaps me again.

Ryker arches his brow.

"Green," I rasp. If it was any tighter, I'd be yellow, though.

"Good girl." He hooks the chain to the small ring that's threaded through the rope tied around my stomach.

If I arch my back, it'll pull my clit.

Holy shit. Any move I make will affect my pussy or tits.

Ryker climbs off to admire me again. I can't imagine what I look like, but I feel beautiful.

Running a hand down his mouth, he grabs the lube and pours it all over his length and starts jerking himself. The wet noises of his strokes are loud in my ears.

When he pours some lube on my pussy, he says, "Let's play, fucktoy."

It drips all over my pussy and over my asshole. I'm so turned on, I could cry. The need to come is almost dizzying.

"Do you want to use this hole to make men give you things?" He flicks my pussy, causing a cry to tear from my throat. "You think this little cunt will get you what you want, slut?"

Is he talking about me using my body to negotiate deals?

"Answer me, whore," he shoves his dick inside me, ramming me once and then pulls out.

"No."

"No?" He rams into me again, making my body jostle, which tugs the chains attached to my clamps. I cry out again.

"N-no."

"My little whore thinks making a deal with me doesn't count?" He strokes himself harder, faster. "You think you're above selling your body for someone else's pleasure?" He pulls the chain between my tits, making my nipples sting.

"Fuck, Ryker!"

He crawls on top of me and slaps his hand over my mouth. "Shut. The fuck. Up." His breaths punch out as his strokes quicken. They become hard, punishing. He peels his hand off my mouth and stares at my lips. The tendons in his neck thicken, the veins in his throat pop out and flutter with his rapid heartbeat. Sitting up, he jerks himself faster and faster. "That's what you did, Butterfly. You made me pay." He orgasms and hot cum jets out in white ropes, splattering all over my face and chest.

Growling, Ryker runs a hand through the mess, smearing it all over my face. "You actually fucking like this, slut?"

I nod. "I love it."

He crawls off the bed and walks around to the foot of it again. His spent dick flops, half flaccid, between his legs. I want to lick it. Savor every bit of his flavor. Get it hard again so he can fuck me. Biting my lip gives me a chance to taste his cum on my mouth. I immediately want more, so I flick my tongue as far as it will stretch and clean my mouth.

Ryker sinks to his knees and tongue-fucks me until I'm sweating. "Please," I beg. "I need to come."

His fingers dig into my legs. "Did I tell you to speak?"

My head falls back, and I squeeze my eyes shut.

Ryker stuffs his fingers inside me. I think it's two. The pressure almost soothes the ache building in my system, but it's not enough for a climax. Damn him. He's torturing me here. The only thing that's keeping me sane is knowing how turned on he is by this. As badly as I want to come, I want to be played with even more.

"You're doing so good for me," he growls from between my legs.

My thighs ache from being pinned in this tight position. My arms hurt, too. I'm overstimulated and deprived at the same time. It's the perfect combo of chaos.

But it's Ryker's intense gaze that drags me back to the precipice of euphoria. He flashes me a smile and tips his head back as something new presses against my pussy. "Breathe," he orders, then shoves the object inside me.

It's huge. Tears spill from the corner of my eyes because even though it hurts, it feels good. It's sickening and exciting. I'm gonna come from it.

"That's my good little cock slut." He pumps the thing in and out of me slowly. Carefully. The pain and pleasure combo has my vision tunneling. "Your cunt's so fucking greedy."

He licks my clamped clit. Pain radiates down my thighs and my stomach rolls. My clit's too sensitive for anything to touch it—including his tongue. "More." It hurts too good to stop now. I'm going to pass out.

Ryker fucks me with the big object and all I can do is ride out the sensations wracking me. "Breathe," he barks. "Don't quit on me now, slut. We've only just begun."

He removes the clamp on my clit. I wheeze with relief, only to cry out from a sudden surge of blood flow down there that has my back arching, which pulls on everything else that's still clamped at his mercy. My pussy clenches around the object still inside me. "Fuck."

Ryker licks my clit in slow drags, drawing an orgasm from me that's so strange, so strong, I can't make sense of it. My hips gyrate, but in this trussed up position, I can't move much. Not enough.

"That's it, slut. Come all over that big dick."

Pain and pleasure skate over my body, pulsing around my pussy. My orgasm is ugly and loud. When he pulls the object out of me, I groan.

I wasn't done yet.

Ryker holds this massive purple and blue dildo up for me to see. "Look what that filthy hole did. It's soaked." He shoves the dildo back inside me and starts fucking me harder with it. I manage to find a little purchase with my feet and raise up as much as I can. Only the chains pull on my nipples and pussy lips, making pain radiate through me in a delicious way that has me roaring with my next release.

I squirt all over Ryker, saturating the bedding. He latches onto my pussy while I continue gushing and shoves a finger in my ass. Then he pops his head up, and sprays my come out of his mouth, all over me.

I'm so turned on I cry.

Next, he grabs a riding crop and taps my tits. Sliding it down my body, he almost tickles me with it. I brace for him to smack my over-stimulated clit, but he drags it past that and teases my legs instead before twirling it once and running the handle along my pussy.

Then he taps the top of my foot with the business end.

I squeak. Everything he does only makes me desperate for more.

"What color are you?" His voice is ragged.

"Green."

Ryker shakes his head like that can't be possible.

Standing with his dick pressed against my pussy. His gaze roams all over my body, looking at the mess I am. The mess he's made of me.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Tara."

He releases the clamps on my pussy and goes for my nipples next. Blood rushes back to them and I scream in the painful pressure of relief. He pulls my wrists off the hook, letting my arms down. Straddling me, he looks like this hurts him more than it does me.

"Green," I rush to say. "I'm still green. I swear it."

His brow furrows just before he crawls down my body, laying ardent kisses all over my skin. "I'm untying you," he warns with a cracked voice.

But I don't want this to end. I can't stop yet. I still want more.

Once he unties my wrists, I run my fingers along my chest, brushing my palms against my nipples. It hurts deliciously, making heat rush to my core. "I need more," I confess.

If he wants to reprimand me for talking out of turn, he keeps it to himself. Ryker trembles as he unties all the knots around my thighs. The moment I regain mobility of my right leg, I groan from the ache I have straightening it out.

My body feels so good. Tight but loose. Suspended between pain and pleasure is exactly where I want to be.

Shoving my hand between my legs, I rub my clit carefully, testing if I can handle the stimulation or not. It's both too much and not enough, but a release starts to build between my legs again. Ryker stares at my pussy while deftly unknotting my other leg. Once he frees it, he hooks my leg over his shoulder and kisses the inside of my thigh. "Fucking incredible."

"I need to come again," I beg. "Please. I… I need this."

I need you.

"Greedy little whore." He spreads my legs and slides his cock inside me. I'm so full, I can't stand it. Wrapping my legs around his middle, I lift my ass up and keep lightly stroking my swollen clit.

"You're so goddamn wet, Tara." Ryker grips my hips and thrusts into me.

"I have to come," I say, my body coiling.

He snakes his hand around my neck and smashes his mouth to mine while railing into me. I implode. My orgasm is a heavy, pulsing, head rush. Ryker eats my screams. Our mouths stay fused together, and he groans when I claw down his back. My entire body shakes from what we're doing.

When he pulls back, I see his bottom lip is bleeding.

Ooops. Sorry, not sorry.

Ryker pulls out and flips me over. "I want inside this ass."

He tips me up and dumps lube all over my crack. I feel something press into me and quickly realize it's his finger. I have no clue how I'm going to take his fat cock back there, but I'm determined to try. "You like playing with your little fucktoy, Mr. Hudson?" I ask with a smile on my face.

Ryker stills, now with two fingers in my ass. "Yes," he growls, then proceeds to finger-fuck me some more.

"How much?"

He bites my shoulder. "Keep talking and I'll gag you."

I'm not sure I want a gag yet, so I keep quiet.

He works my ass open for a long time. All the while, I focus on how good my body feels. By the time he presses his dick to my opening, I'm desperate for him to stuff it inside me.

"Breathe, baby." He runs his hand down my back and over my ass cheeks. "Relax your muscles for me."

I can't though. I'm too scared. Too thrilled. Too everything.

"You can do this." He rubs his head over my hole and presses into it. "You can take it for me. I know you can, slut." He pushes a little further. "That's a good girl." He sucks in air and exhales it with a moan. Little by little, he pushes deeper into me.

I claw the bed. I'm not sure if I like it or not, but it feels…

"That's it, Tara. You're doing so good for me."

I feel like I can totally do this.

Rubbing my clit to keep my body loose, I focus on the St. Andrews cross. I can't believe Ryker pulled the cuffs so hard, he snapped the chains. This man wanted me so badly, he ripped himself from actual chains to get to me.

I come again. "Oh my God."

Ryker bottoms out inside my ass. "Fuuuuck, Butterfly, I feel you fluttering."

With my cheek pressed against the mattress, I reach back and grip his thigh. "Fuck me into oblivion. I need you," Jesus, my heart's pounding. "I need to you to break me."

"What color are you?"

I'll be borderline yellow if he doesn't give me what I need right now. "Green, Ry."

"You won't be for much longer." He grips my hips and slams into me until I black out.