Nobody's Lost (Rescue Me Saga #5)(42)
He tightened it into a knot at the back of her hair, pulling some of the strands, but she didn’t complain. “Too tight?”
“No, Sir. Just right.” His hands lowered to her breasts again, and he cupped them from underneath almost reverently.
“Beautiful. Perfect. Now, I think you’ve worn these long enough for the first time. Prepare yourself.”
She had no idea what he meant, but he pinched open the clothespin on the left nipple first. When he pulled it away, her nipple became engorged. She screamed in pain, but he rubbed the nipple with the palm of his hand to quickly disperse the pain. When he reached for the right one and began to pinch it, she tensed.
His fingers stopped just when the nipple began to swell. “Breathe, Baby.”
“Please, just hurry and take it off!”
“I. Said. Breathe.”
She drew a quick breath.
“Again. Deeper this time.”
Wanting him to remove the offending pin as fast as possible, she did so again. He squeezed the clothespin, and once again pain shot from her nipples throughout her chest.
“Crap, that hurts!” His hand brushed the nipple again as he’d done before, and the pain faded.
Ryder cupped her breasts again almost reverently and bent toward her cheek where he placed a kiss. “You did well, Baby.”
The pain eased even more at his words of praise, and she smiled. “Thank you.”
“If we have further sessions together, we’ll push your boundaries for pain.”
While she couldn’t imagine taking any more pain than she had today, often going beyond her limits, the thought of future sessions with him made her happy. “I’d like to have more sessions together, Sir.”
“We’ll see.”
She wanted to groan at those noncommittal words.
He stepped away, and his body heat deserted her. “Now remove your shorts, but leave the panties on.”
At least this session wasn’t over yet. She grinned. “Yes, Sir!”
“And you are to remain silent unless asked a direct question or you need to use your safeword. Is that clear?”
Her heart raced in anticipation of what this night would hold. She would never be the same after this.
“Yes, I understand.”
When he saw the lacy thong she wore instead of panties, he probably was going to wish he hadn’t given her this command, but she tried not to clue him in to her secret. She only hoped he would enjoy looking at her body as much as she enjoyed his.
Chapter Fourteen
Megan pleased him with her progress. He hadn’t been sure he’d remember how to dominate a woman anymore. The last time had been so long ago. While Ryder was stationed at Camp Pendleton in the late nineties, he’d studied the art of Dominance with Jerry Patterson, a Vietnam vet who ran a private BDSM club in Los Angeles. They’d kept in touch until Ryder had been deployed to Fallujah. With his marriage on the rocks after returning, once he’d been discharged, Ryder had headed back to New Mexico and lost touch with Jerry.
Ryder hadn’t been the only recon Marine who frequented the club, which he and others deemed to be far enough away from Pendleton and private enough to be as safe as could be expected. Shortly after 9/11, he talked a new roper in his Marine recon unit, Gino D’Alessio, into going up there with him and Sherry. D’Alessio had tagged along a couple other times, too. He’d liked one of the girls who bottomed there. Bianca or something like that.
True, Marines couldn’t spend a lot of time in a club like that because, if they’d been caught by an MP, their asses would have been hauled to the brig. But Jerry was a hero to a lot of active-duty and retired Marines, as well as other military personnel. Ryder thought he’d somehow been given a pass from being raided or patrolled by MPs because he was helping a lot of them deal with post-combat issues.
Ryder and his wife had been at Jerry’s when he heard the news about what had happened to D’Alessio in Kandahar.
Ryder took a deep breath. He needed to get his head back in the game if he was going to continue this scene with Megan. Besides, he didn’t like dwelling on the— Holy f*ck.
Ryder’s attention was brought back to the scene with a vengeance when Megan peeled her shorts down her legs, revealing two round globes divided by the thin strap of her thong panties. He took several deep breaths to ground himself in the scene. If he let his mind stray once more, he’d need to end this scene.
Looking at her beautiful body, he sure as hell didn’t want this to end anytime soon. Unable to help himself, he reached out, placed one hand on each cheek of her ass, and squeezed. “Thank you for that surprise, Baby. Any others I should know about?”
“Surprise, Sir? I don’t know what you mean.”
He slapped her ass with his hand. Firm ass. Jesus, he wanted to take her over his lap and paddle her good, but that position would be more intimate than he cared to go with her. Besides, he needed to initiate her more slowly to the way pain could turn to pleasure.
“You know damn well what you’re doing to me, brat.”
“Probably no more than what you do to me, Sir. In case you were wondering, I enjoyed that smack on my butt.”
Why did he get the feeling they’d just crossed into new territory where they could both find fulfillment, at least for the duration of this scene? For him, he had rediscovered control.