Ryan Reign (New York Ruthless #4)(64)

A few seconds later, they have left and closed the door behind them, leaving Conor and me alone. I turn in his arms and wrap mine around his neck. “Not that this isn’t a lovely surprise, but why do we need the house to ourselves?”

“Oh,” he flashes his eyebrows at me, “with everything that’s happened, I forgot to give you your punishment.”

“What punishment?” I breathe, feigning my innocence even as a wet heat rushes between my thighs.

He frowns at me. “For flirting with Sean O’Connor!”

“I did not flirt!” I insist.

“You smiled at him,” he reminds me.

“Smiling is not flirting!”

“Hmm.” He leans down and kisses me softly. “I think I’m going to have to torture a confession out of you, Jessie Ryan.”

I chew on my lip as I look up at him. This is the side of Conor I only see glimpses of. It’s terrifying and exciting all at the same time.

I take a deep breath. “You think we’re ready?”

“Yes,” he nods his head. “But we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I’m just as happy to fuck you all night, Angel if that’s what you need?”

“No.” I shake my head. “I trust you completely.”

“Hmm.” He rubs a hand over his jaw and we start to walk toward his bedroom. “You say that now, but wait until you see what I have in store for you.” He chuckles darkly and I shiver.

“Have you got some of those jiggle balls, or something?” I grin at him, remembering the fun Shane and I had with them.

“Oh, Angel, they’re for amateurs,” he winks at me and I wonder what the hell I have let myself in for.

When I walk into Conor’s room a moment later, my heart skips a beat when I see the things he has laid out on the bed.

“I wanted you to see everything,” he says softly as he guides me over to the bed.

I look at the array of equipment, floggers, a paddle, a butt plug with a beautiful green jewel on the base, leather cuffs and a blindfold. But the thing that intrigues me most are the lengths of chain. What the hell? “Where did you get all of this?” I ask as I reach down and stroke my fingertips over the soft leather of the flogger.

“Didn’t Shane tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“We just bought a chain of clubs. We have one here, London, Chicago, LA, Paris, and one in New York.”

“And what do sex toys have to do with your new clubs?”

“What do you think?” He grins at me.

“They’re sex clubs?” I gasp. “How did you not tell me about this?”

“I’m pretty sure they’re not called sex clubs,” he laughs. “Shane was going to tell you. I suppose he forgot with everything else going on.”

“Wait! That’s not where they’ve gone tonight, is it?” I frown at him.

“You honestly think they would go there without you?” He frowns back.

“No,” I shake my head.

“You’re okay with it then? I mean it’s just business for us, but … it has its perks too,” he says as he picks up some nipple clamps that I hadn’t even noticed.

“Of course. And I’d love to go sometime,” I smile at him.

“Hmm.” He narrows his eyes at me and I don’t know if that’s a yes or a no. “You ever used these before?” He holds up the clamps.

“I’ve had them used on me,” I whisper. It wasn’t a particularly pleasurable experience, but I imagine there is nothing Conor Ryan could do to my body that I wouldn’t enjoy.

Thankfully, he doesn’t press me for details. “You okay with them?”

“Yes. I’m okay with anything you have in mind,” I breathe as my heart races in my chest and he pulls me into his arms.

“That’s a pretty dangerous thing to admit, Angel,” he growls.

“It’s true though. So, what have you got planned first?” My eyes are drawn back to the toys on the bed.

“First off,” he slides his hands down my back and starts to peel off my t-shirt, “I want you naked. And wet.”

The second part is already taken care of as he discovers a few seconds later when his hand slips into my panties. “Fuck, Jessie,” he growls as his fingers slide through my folds and the next thing I know he is lifting me up and throwing me into the middle of the bed. He towers over me as he tugs off his sweatpants and tosses them onto the floor.

“Turn over,” he commands and I do it without hesitation. Then he crawls over me, nudging my thighs apart with his knee before he nestles himself between them. The tip of his cock nudges at my opening and I suck in a breath right before he drives into me.

“Conor!” I groan loudly as the endorphins floods my body and my walls squeeze around him. What the hell happened to all the toys he had lined up?

As if reading my mind, he growls in my ear as he nails me into the mattress. “I just need to fuck you first, Angel.”

He pins my wrists above my head as he drives into me over and over again, and the wet sound of my arousal fills the room. As soon as he senses I’m on the edge he increases his pace until my orgasm comes hard and fast. As I squeeze him in deeper, he groans loudly before pulling out of me and finishing on my ass.