Nobody's Lost (Rescue Me Saga #5)(74)

“Yes, Sir. I love the blindfold.”

He placed it over her eyes and adjusted the elastic behind her head. Her breathing grew shallow, which might be from the intense, dry heat in here as much as from their arousal. He grabbed her hair and pulled it back, and she opened her mouth for him to plunge his tongue inside, mimicking the act that would happen soon. Her hands weren’t bound, and she reached up to hold his biceps, more to steady herself than anything, he guessed.

He grasped her ass cheeks and squeezed, alternately kneading them and placing small smacks to prepare them for him. When he pulled away, her mouth was open, gasping for breath. He picked up a bottle and opened it for her, putting it in her hand. “Drink this. All of it.”

She took some tentative sips.

“You’ll have to be quicker about it if you want the treat I have for you.”

She downed the rest of it much as she had done the cognac the night he first met her. He opened and emptied his own bottle before sitting down. Reaching for her hand, he guided her toward him. When she would have sat on the bench, he pulled her face down across his lap.

“Oh!”

“Shhh. You’re safe. We’re just going to play a little before our shower. Would you like that?”

She nodded.

“Answer me with words.”

“Yes, Sir. I like playing with you.”

He chuckled. “Remember your safewords.”

“Scarlet and yellow.”

He began warming up her ass with more light smacks before they became harder ones. Her breathy exclamations told him her excitement level was increasing. He reached beside him and pulled out the toy he’d brought to play with her.

*

Megan’s nose, lungs, and butt all were burning, but for different reasons. Ryder’s hand smacking her bare skin made her want to spread her legs wider so he could run his finger over her clit until she came. Her clit and vagina both throbbed, waiting for something to ease the arousal.

Thwack!

Something stung as it hit her left cheek. Definitely not his hand any longer. She squirmed, trying to avoid the blow she knew was coming next, but he placed his hand on her back to hold her still.

Thwack!

“Ow!”

While it didn’t hurt like the paddle he’d used before, whatever it was definitely left a sting that didn’t go away. Two more smacks of the thing, and she placed her hand over her butt just as the implement came down again.

“Shit! That hurt.”

“Remove your hand.”

Megan wanted to say no, but that would only prolong her paddling. At least she knew they only had another six or seven minutes inside here before time was up. But he could do a lot of damage in that time.

She moved her hand away, and he spanked her two more times, once on each cheek. Then his hand was rubbing away some of the sting, and she relaxed. Was it over?

His fingers pulled the thong aside and he skimmed them down her butt crack to her vagina. She wiggled against his hand when he slid a finger inside her. He slipped in easily. So wet. Thank God.

He pulled out and entered her again.

“Just two fingers, Baby. Relax and breathe. Let’s try three. That’ll be closer to what my cock will feel like inside you.”

From what she’d seen, not close enough, but when he pushed inside, she enjoyed the fullness. She pressed back onto his hand wanting more.

“Eager, are we?”

He pulled out again and slid between her folds to where he teased her clit from its hiding place. She clenched her hands. Her body shook as he played her with his wicked, wicked fingers. Please, put them inside me again. He continued to stroke her clit instead, building her to a frenzy of want. Need.

“Stand up.” He helped her to her feet and stood as well. “Reach out in front of you. I want your hands holding onto the towels you placed on the bench.” She found the towels and gripped them tightly. “Bend over, Baby.”

Was he going to paddle her again? Despite the sting, her body hummed with tension making her feel wetter. She waited and thought she heard him unscrewing something. Must be taking a break for some water. She still felt hydrated from the bottle she drank earlier and knew she’d be out of here soon. While waiting, she did some Kegel exercises to prepare for the time when his penis would be inside her. She wanted to make it good for him, too.

“So wet for me, Baby.” She tamped down a giggle thinking this wasn’t the place for it. He drew her wetness to her clit again. His erection slid along the slit of her sex. Pulling the G-string out of the way, he rubbed his penis up and down her cleft. Whenever he came close to her bundle of nerves, she rocked back on him, wanting more. With his finger stimulating her clit and his penis…well, everything else. She fought to catch her breath.

“Oh, God, that feels good. Don’t stop.” His fingers increased their strokes. “Oh, yes! There!” He was going to let her come. She was certain of it. “I’m close!”

Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God!

So close. She’d never felt so turned on. His penis pressed against her opening, and she started to pull away, but the hand playing with her clit held her in place. Faster. Closer.

“I can’t hold it!”

“Don’t hold back, Baby. Come for me.”

“Oh, God! Oh, God! I’m coming! Yessssss!”

She crested the peak just as a stinging pain and incredible fullness exploded inside her, but with his fingers coaxing more and more from her orgasm, it didn’t register what had caused the pain until she slowly came down from her climax and felt something long and hard slip from her vagina.