I stepped in and let my feet sink in, exhaling slowly I looked around for the door Ryder had mentioned, since a heated bath sounded amazing after running and jumping into the ponds cold water. I gasped as I stepped into the outrageously stunning room.
Hot water welcomed me, bubbles covered the surface and a bottle of wine sat chilling in a silver container filled with ice.
The entire room was sky blue with a dark blue, huge oval soaking tub big enough for a few people. I raised my eyebrows wondering why everything involving Ryder was always big enough to fit an orgy inside of it.
I was still standing inside the large bathroom when he came in behind me, his close proximity causing my nerves to rise. His hands came around me and pulled the skirt of the dress up slowly, "Ryder," I said softly.
"Having second thoughts Pet?" He whispered against my ear.
"No, I just need you to promise that you won’t feed from me," I answered him quietly.
"I told you I wouldn’t, not unless you asked for it, most do you know.” He murmured against my ear softly.
His fingers caressed my skin as he lifted the dress up and over my head silently. My breathing grew labored as my lungs took in air and released it in quick short gasps. My heart was racing from his touch, from knowing what we soon would be doing. It had been a long time since I'd even considered having sex.
His hand came up and pushed my hair to the side as his breath fanned the back of my neck. His lips touching it slowly, making small bumps break loose over the surface, he growled as his fingers looped through the small thong panties I'd worn. His breath fanned down my spine as he bent lower to remove them completely, kissing my skin as he did so.
I don’t know what I had expected from Ryder, but this hadn't been it. Not this gentleness from him. He kissed his way back up my legs, sending small bumps and gentle waves of heat to my core, until he reached my ass. I felt his teeth a second before they sank in, softly nipping at the skin. I yelped and spun around.
He was naked, his Celtic brands pulsing beneath his skin. His eyes glowed with liquid gold as they looked up at me from the floor as I stepped out from the panties. I exhaled shakily as he bared my flesh for his inspection, slowly coming back up, watching me with dangerous fire lighting in his eyes. "Are you wet for me Syn?"
I moaned as his fingers pressed against the growing ache he was creating inside of me, his fingers rubbing against my naked sex as his mouth lowered until it found mine and kissed me softly. I capture his moan with my lips. His tongue pushed through my lips, demanding more. He pulled away, leaving me breathless as his wickedly handsome smile flowed up to shine in his bronze gaze.
"Get in the bath Syn, before I bend you over and fuck you right here, right now."
I shook from the intensity inside his voice, smooth and commanding. I turned and stepped over the edge and sank beneath the bubbles hurriedly. The water was warm and comforting even with my nerves fighting to take control. I watched Ryder from the corner of my eye as he stepped into view with his playful grin still in place.
His legs were thickly muscled, but bare of tattoos, his manhood stood up erect as it pressed against his navel. My lungs stopped working as I took it in. Nerves flared to life inside my mind as I considered high tailing it out of the tub. The guy was amazing, his body sleek and well defined mass of muscles.
"You're staring at my dick," he said rasping his words, as if he was as hot and bothered as I was. This bath was doomed to a half-life with the heat level inside the room.
I tore my eyes away from him with a nervous laugh bubbling inside of me. He stepped in and slid his magnificent body in slowly into the water. "Relax Syn, I promise to be gentle—the first time."
"The first time?" I asked meeting his hard penetrating stare.
His eyes challenged me, but he remained silent as he pulled one of my legs out from where I had been holding them up against my body. His eyes stayed locked with mine as his fingers rubbed the pads of my foot. "This isn't going to be over fast Syn, it's going to take more than once to get you out of my system."
I wasn’t sure I wanted to be out of his system. I should have been happy to hear it, but it sat like a rock on my chest. "You really think you can fuck me out of your system?"
"No Syn, nothing with you could be that easy," he said showing his teeth as he pulled my leg and made me lose my balance in the water.
I splashed on instinct, caught off guard by his heated words. His laughter now echoed through the room as he pulled me closer by my leg. I sputtered, spitting bubble bath from my mouth as I came up inches away from his lips. "You’re an ass!" I tried to sound stern. Instead it came out followed by laughter, which only grew as he watched me.
"By the Gods, you're so fucking beautiful Syn," he whispered as the laughter died down. I swallowed and tried to think of something to say back to him. I gave in and kissed his lips instead, it was the first time I'd kissed him and I wasn’t ready for the fire that ignited inside of us.
He picked me up easily, water cascading from our bodies as he stepped out of the tub without breaking the kiss and carried me into the other room. When he did break the kiss, I growled with the need for him to continue, it made his eyes constrict with heat. I allowed him to set me slowly on the floor, as his hands trailed down my body.
“I need you to know that we are leaving here within twenty four hours, I’m going to use every fucking minute of it Syn.”
“Ryder," I whispered not sure how to get out of this unscathed.
"Twenty four hours, anything I want to do to do you. Give me that much Syn," his voice matched mine and was raspy, hoarse. He was one hundred percent Fae in this place, hunter to the core. His eyes tracked every minuscule move I made.
My core jerked awake with his words. Twenty four hours of giving Ryder what he wanted. The image of his body fucking Claire's came floating to my mind. My throat closed, as my mouth went dry. The idea was terrifying and enticing at the same time. Ryder wasn’t the type of man you walked away from. You crawled on hands and knees; trying to remember who you had been before his touch corrupted you.
"Decide, now."
"One condition," I whispered, knowing I'd already lost the fight.
He cocked a dark eyebrow and tilted his head, listening.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
She thinks she can bargain with me. I can smell her pussy already. Begging to be fucked by me. She's succumbing to the alcohol in her system. She’s not on edge here, not yet. Her eyes are constricting with need, her pussy clenching with the need to be punished and used by me.
My hands itch to touch her, to grab her hair and make those pretty fucking lips wrap around my cock. I want to watch her fuck me with her mouth, until I come inside of it. I watch her pupils dilate and constrict, her lips flaring.
She's all woman, tempting me when she shouldn’t be. She's less than I am and yet I can think of no one else, nothing else besides how she is going to feel and look when I fuck her raw. She fights me, fights her needs and yet I can smell it on her. Every. Fucking. Time.
She's smells erotic, her wetness drenching her pink folds, I need to watch heat ignite in her vivid blue eyes as she accepts me inside her body. I want to watch as the heat from lust fills inside her endless depths, as her pussy grows moist with her need while I’m driving my cock deep inside of her.
"Say it, agree to it Synthia," I growl, my cock is hard, hard as fucking steel with the need to be fucked by those juicy red lips, to dominate her completely.
She doesn't answer me, it pisses me off. "Syn…" I warn her, letting the need I feel in my cock enter my voice.
"Don’t make me forget it, please," her voice is filled with her resolve. Her answer shocks me. I would have thought she’d ask for the memory of tonight to be erased. I hate that I can't fucking predict what she does, what she says. In my world it's deadly.
"I'm going to fuck you, hard." She needs to know I won’t be myself. I’ll be driven by the need to fuck her until she submits to me in
every way possible.
She lowers her eyes briefly, she's hiding the fear my words flare inside of her. When she lifts them again I see more resolve and lust. Her body tightens with need. She wants this—wanted me to remove the option of saying no for her. I had seen it in her eyes as she watched me fuck Claire in my office. She wanted to take her place. She wanted me to bend her over and spread her apart and feed from her instead of Claire. And fuck if I wouldn’t have done so in a fucking heartbeat if I hadn’t thought she’d run afterwards. The hunger she created was wild and undeniable.
I watch as her nipples harden with my words. The musky scent of her wetness drifts in the air. My hound's growl fiercely and howl wildly into the night, feeling my excitement from where they are outside the door guarding us from intrusion. The hunt makes them wild, lets them become the beast for a while.
"Say it," I growl struggling against the urge to fuck her, here and now. If it was anyone else, I would. But this is Syn and she needs to be shown the difference between a boy and man.
"I'm yours for twenty four hours," she whispers her eyes narrowing with self-loathing. She hates it as much as I do, this fucked up electrical pulse that ignites the air around us when we are near one another.
"That's not what I need to hear from you, now say it."
Her tongue snakes out, trailing over perfect fuckable lips as she watched me through narrowed eyes. My cock jumps with excitement with what those red lips will be doing to it soon.
"Anything you want, for twenty four hours," she corrects her earlier statement.
I barely contain the growl that rushes to my lungs. Excitement makes my pulse increase as she moves to step closer to where I still stand. Her hips flare and she moves closer to me slowly, I hold my ground letting her come to me. Those tight hard buds stand up proudly as her tight breast jut forward begging to be pinched and kissed.
I'm going to use every fucking minute of my time with her. When she walks tomorrow—if she can, it will be with soreness between those thighs reminding her that I fucked her. And she's going to be sore—everywhere.
Twenty Nine
I wanted to cry and yet I couldn’t. It was a weakness I couldn’t afford with this man. I shouldn’t be excited and yet I was and it floored me, because I shouldn’t be. I was wet—for him! It was unimaginable, my body was traitorous, already moisture pooled between my thighs for him. My nipples begged to be touched.
The images of him bending Claire over the desk, his rock hard cock making her scream—it had been haunting me ever since I watched them. I was giving him control, giving myself over to him for an entire day, or more if I was right and his agreement was based on Fae standards.
Why did I feel so much excitement when I was supposed hate his kind? His hand came up as he wrapped it around my back and brought us together, placing his lips on my neck. I blushed as I realized he could feel the hard pebbles my nipples had become.
"Is your pussy wet for me Syn? If you lie, I will punish you," he growled thick with lust.
I brought my eyes up as my hands went flush with the sinewy muscles of his naked chest and washboard abs, his touch warmed my body instantly. I bit my lip and considered what I should say. If I lied, he would abuse me and I might like it. If I told him the truth, he would know I was already weak with need for him. "Yes," I whispered as I felt his lips as they curved into a wicked smile on my neck from where he was standing against me.
I could feel the evidence that told me he was affected by me as well. My fingers curled with the need to grab and stroke the silken shaft that was poking against me. He's considerable in size.
"I could fuck you right now, right here and you would let me wouldn’t you."
"Ryder," I growled needing him to do as he said right now.
"You want it now, want me to take you. You want me to spread you apart and shove my cock deep inside of this sweet wet pussy. Don’t you Pet?" His voice was hoarse, rough with need.
I would have let him do anything to me at this point. He didn’t need me to answer his question. I couldn’t if I tried, his fingers were stroking and touching my skin, along with his tongue caressing my neck, and it was too much. I could feel the storm building, close to the surface with his touch, the fire kindling, igniting and burning out of control—for him.
“Get on the bed and face me Pet. I want to see you.”
I stepped closer to the bed, and hesitated as my stomach swirled with nerves. This was it, no going back. If I did this, I’d never be me again. If I did this, there would be me before Ryder and after. No middle, he was the fucking Dark Prince! And right now, he wanted me. And even if it made me less, I wanted him. I sat down, deciding right then, that it would be worth it in the end.
"I need to taste you, to part your sweet pussy and fuck you with my tongue until you fill my mouth with your sweet juices," he growled before pulling away, his eyes wicked as he watched my body spasm from just his words.
My knees grew weak as my body leaned closer to him. He watched me as his hand explored my sex leisurely. His words left my head spinning. My mouth watered with the image he had set, I hated myself for it because I wanted him.
He raised his head and the dangerous intensity in his eyes, the raw need he had for me almost dropped me to my knees. "I choose when you come tonight Syn. I can smell your pussy, you're close to coming and I haven't even begun to start with you," Ryder growled huskily where his mouth hovered next to my ear.
"I need to come Ryder,” I replied with a layer of gravel in my voice.
I closed my eyes briefly, fighting to regain my mind. It's a red haze of need, need for the Fae whose words are taunting me.
Those dangerous amber eyes met and held mine captive. I'm so fucked. I will never be the same girl I was before I chose to walk into the party with him tonight. I turn away, afraid of the desire I read in those eyes. Afraid of what I feel for him.
The feeling of being watched makes me bold as heat ignites in my nether regain with the thought of what is to come. I lay my head on the softest pillow and turned in time to watch Ryder.
He stalked me from the edge of the bed, knowing I am already his. His eyes feasting on my naked flesh.
"Spread your pussy for me," he whispered thickly.
My hands lowered to my flesh and I hesitated briefly, shaking with the urgency to please him, which shouldn’t be there. I’ve never allowed another to watch me touched myself. The act was sensual and private, intimate. In the end the urgency won and I allowed myself to do as he asked and part my flesh for his greedy eyes.
I watched as his nostrils flared, I'd long suspected he could smell my need, but I'd refused to believe it. His eyes started to glow with lust, plain and simple. My eyes lowered to his cock and I groaned. He's hugely endowed and fear of it licks inside my sex starved mind making it work against me.
He is bigger than anything I have known or tried before. His lips turned up creating a wickedly sinful grin. "Touch yourself for me Synthia," he growled as his hand slid down to cup his sex.
"I want to hear your noises, make yourself wet." The heat in his timbre excited and ignited the flame inside my inner vixen, she raised her head and smiled wickedly.
The harsh intake of breath that erupted from him as I smoothed my hands over my breasts excited me and I watched him as he moves closer and watched. When I raised my eyes to meet his I was amazed at the raw need I seen in them, my skin grew taut under his greedy gaze.
I caressed my naked flesh, as I watched as flames leapt inside his eyes. He watched me for several more minutes while he did the same to his cock.
"Get on your knees on the bed and face me," he growled hungrily.
I did it, bending over seductively, allowing the seductress inside of me to splay her hips and ass for him, as he had ordered me to. When I faced him again, he stepped closer, his hand stroking his shaft. His eyes landed on my lips.
I didn’t need a guide to know what he wanted from me, I'd done this before and most of it was instinct and t
he need to please your lover. My smaller hand replaced his, as I looked up to see if it was what he had intended for me to do. His eyes searched mine intently. I lowered my mouth and opened it, using my tongue as I flicked his engorged mushroom cap. I wouldn't be able to take him completely—but I was damn well willing to try.
The hiss that broke from his lips was all the encouragement I needed. I kissed him and licked around his flesh, curving my tongue around his silken length. He was too big, my tongue still molded to the sensitive side of his hugely thick cock, enjoying the feeling of his heart beating inside my mouth.
My hand tightened around him. Jerking him off slowly as I fed my mouth more of him until I felt it pushing against the back of my throat.
"Your mouth is so fucking hot Syn. Fuck, you drive me crazy. Look at me, I want to see your eyes as you fuck me with your mouth," he growled fisting his hand in my damp hair. He pushed himself further in and began to move inside my eager mouth. He fucked my mouth with his cock as his eyes seared into mine.
My teeth scraped against his soft sensitive skin, gently but firmly enough that he growled. His legs strained to keep himself upright. I smiled around his cock seeing the muscles tense as he pushed in again and again, the saltiness of his precome igniting the fire inside of me.
He pulled out leaving only the head entombed inside of my mouth. His eyes locked with mine in a silent battle of wills before he pulled out completely and used my hair to push me back onto the bed effortlessly. Forcefully, in a show of dominance. He was showing me that he was in control.
"My turn," he said dropping to his knees and gripping my hips as he pulled me to the edge of the bed where he had kneeled. I moved my body, sitting up until I was perched on my elbows in an upright position so I could watch him.
His eyes still locked with mine as he reached up and gripped my hips. He lowered his eyes to what lay bared to him and grinned devilishly. His hands moved slowly as he spread my legs even further, until he had full access to my soaking slit. I was wet—for him.