Forsaken (11 page)

“I am sorry about before.”

“Sorry? You mean for making out like I am a soft lay?”

He winces, “That’s crap, I didn’t say that.”

“Do you want someone like that Ryder?”

“No, you know that.”

“Do you want to practice being a
Dom again?”

“No, I am happy where we are.”

“It didn’t seem that way.”

“We were playing.”

“She was sitting on the couch between you two, and you were making out like you were all best friends, she was in my spot.”

Realization clicks, “That is what this is about, isn’t it? The fact that she was where you are supposed to be. She hasn’t replaced you
Maya; we were only having a conversation.”

“Nate was flirting…NATE!”

“He was playing.”

“He was flirting, and so were you.”

“I was not, Maya you are over reacting.”

“Am I?”

“Yes, you are.”

“Well in that case you should leave, because I
won’t be under reacting any time soon.”

He sighs and
runs his hands through his hair. “Maya, I am sorry ok? If you think you aren’t enough for me, you are severely mistaken because if anything, you are too much.”

“If you want to be a
Dom again, why don’t you say so?” I cry, “I played your sub the other night, I thought you liked it. I am trying Ryder; I am trying to make you happy.”

He stands suddenly, and lunges forward, taking my face in his hands, “You do make me happy, fuck baby, can’t you see that?”

“I was jealous,” I whisper, “I felt stupid.”

“We were out of line, but don’t you go thinking you aren’t enough.”

“I can’t compete with someone as beautiful as her.”

“You don’t need to, you run rings around her.”

“She is what you used to go for.”

“She is what made my life miserable. Hot women like that, they have no personality. Ok, they are good to look at but that is w
here it ends. They are dead pan and boring. You are different, not only are you gorgeous, but you are a beautiful person. Can’t you see that?”

“You two didn’t seem to have a problem with her personality.”

“Maya!”

“I really just want to rest, please go…”

“Baby…”

“Please Ryder.”

With a sigh, he walks out and slams the door behind him. I sink onto my bed and let out a gush of air. Why are things always so complicated?

CHAPTER
9

MAYA

“Do it Maya, seriously, blow his mind.”

I stare at Sandy, then down at my dark trench coat.

“I can’t, what if he laughs.”

“Do you want to
outdo her?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then go and do it, just like we discussed.”

“I don’t have it in me,” I whine.

“Yes you do, now move!”

She shoves me out the front door, and I take a deep breath. We have spent an entire day working on this plan, and I hope to
God it works. Filling my lungs full of air, I pull on my poker face and begin walking towards Ryder and Nate’s apartment. I can hear laughing coming from inside. God, how can I do this when she is there?

I stand outside the front door,
gathering myself. I can do this, be sexy, be saucy, and be hot. We practiced, I can do it. With trembling hands, I open the front door and step inside. Ryder and Nate are in the kitchen laughing about something, and Heather is perched on the bench giggling along with them. When the door closes behind me, they all turn. Ryder tilts his head, no doubt curious about my trench coat.

“Hey baby, you are early.”

I walk over, completely ignoring Barbie on the bench. I grip his shirt and lean up into his ear and whisper, “You and me, bedroom, now.”

He looks down at me, and a grin spreads across his face, “Well guys, I am calling it a night.”

“What are you up to bubba?” Nate asks, walking over to me.

“Can I borrow your belt Nate?”

His eyes widen, and he looks at Ryder, “Um yeah, what for?”

“That is a secret.”

I open the fridge door, my heart is thumping and I am desperately trying to keep my cool, calm and sexy face going. I pull out a can of whipped cream, making it extremely obvious what my plans are. Nate’s eyes widen and Ryder grins again.

“Ready?” I ask.

“Fuck yeah,” Ryder growls, following me.

I catch a glimpse of Heather, who is giving me a truly awful look. Yes love, I ruined your fantasies.

“What’s under the trench coat?” Nate asks, laughing.

I spin around, and yank it open. Ryder and Heather are behind me, so they can’t see. Nate’s eyes widen and he literally takes two steps back.

“Holy fuck,” he rasps, “I just got a hard on.”

I roll my eyes at him, and quickly pull the trench coat closed. I turn back to Ryder, whose gaze is hungry and desperate.

“Let’s go.”

I take his hand and lead him down to his room. When we are in, I shut the door behind me and turn to him. His eyes are wide and his lips are moist and slightly open. I find a chair, and I pull it out into the middle of the room. His eyes widen and he gives me a look. I walk over with a smile, and I take his shirt in my hands and begin pulling it over his head.

“What are we doing?” he rasps, reaching out to touch me.

“No touching, this is my
night; you do as I say tonight.”

“
Whoa, what?”

“Don’t argue or you won’t see what’s under this trench coat.”

He closes his mouth and lets me continue stripping him. When he is standing naked before me, I take a moment to admire his stunning beauty. The man is a God. I lick my lips and let my eyes roam, fixing on his rigid erection. I step forward and put my hands on his chest, pushing him back onto the chair. When he is sitting, I take his arms and pull them behind him.

“Hold up baby, what the hell are you doing?”

“Do you want to fuck Ryder?”

“You know I do.”

“Then we play it my way.”

I grip the belt Nate gave me, and tie his hands together. I step back and look down at him, totally aroused by the sight in front of me. His chest is
bulging because his arms are pulled backwards, his abs are rippling and his cock is standing at alert. He looks fucking amazing. His aqua gaze is on me, taking me in. I grip the trench coat, and I slide it off.

“Holy fucking shit, fuck…”

I stare down at my outfit, I have gone completely Domme. I am wearing knee high leather boots that have chains linking to my corset and panties. The corset is black, and so tight it hugs every curve. I have a whip attached to my hip, and black elbow length gloves on my hands. I am wearing fish nets, and together I know the combination is hot.

“You like?” I purr.

“Fuck, I think I just came.”

“Well, that is just the start of it.”

I walk over, pulling the whip off my hip and sliding it across his chest.

“If you don’t do as I ask, I will whip you.”

“Ok…”

“Ok
Madame,” I snap, slapping the whip down onto his chest.

He groans and whispers, “Ok
Madame.”

I slide the whip over his skin again,
and then I put it between his teeth, “Bite down on this, and if you moan, I will punish you.”

His eyes grow lusty and he watches me closely as I step back and grip hold of the whipped cream can. I shake it, and then drop to my knees in front of him. I press the trigger and cover his cock with cream. His stomach tenses, but he doesn’t moan. I lean down, swiping my tongue out and licking a dollop off the tip. I look up at him, running my tongue around my lips and letting off a little moan.

I lean down again, slowly licking another small bit off. His stomach muscles are clenching tightly as he tries hard to avoid moaning. When I take the head of his cock into my mouth, his hips thrust upwards and his back arches. I slap his thigh, and stop sucking. With a wince, he stops thrusting and lowers his ass back down onto the seat.

“If you do that again,” I chastise, “I won’t let you come.”

He gives me a pleading look, as I slowly take him into my mouth again. I suck and lick, slowly teasing him until I know he is on the edge, before he can come, I wrap my fist around his cock and hold tightly, he groans and his chest heaves. When I know his orgasm has died down, I let him go and stand. He looks desperate, he is panting and his jaw is tight as he bites down onto the whip.

“You will come when I say so.”

I walk around behind him, trailing my fingers over his skin and causing him to shiver. When I get back in front of him, I drop to my knees again and take his nipple into my mouth. He tenses and I raise my eyes to see him clenching his shut. I wrap my hand around his cock and I stroke as I lick and bite his nipple. His body so tense, his breathing is ragged and I know it is torture for him.

I pump his cock faster, sucking his nipples until I feel that he is about to come again. I bite down harshly on his nipple and he bellows as hot seed spills out over my hand. I keep pulling until there is none left,
and then I get to my feet and wipe my hands on a towel. I give him a stern look, and pull the whip from his mouth.

“I am going to have to punish you for that.”

“That wasn’t punishment enough?”

“Don’t speak unless spoken to.”

“Sorry, Madame,”

“You will be.”

I straddle him, taking his face into my hands and kissing him with pure force until I can feel his erection rising underneath me once more. I lean back and slide the whip down his chest, “How to punish you?”

I stand back and think for a moment, before kneeling in front of him. I run the whip over his thighs,
and then I slide it between his legs and over his tight balls. He groans and I slap him a little. His groan turns into a ragged cry and his cock jerks, oh, he likes that. I bring the whip down again and he roars, thrusting his hips upwards.

“If you come again, it gets harder.”

“Please,” he bellows, “Fuck me.”

I slap him again and his cock spills a drop of pre cum, I lean down and lick it off with my tongue. I stand and slowly begin to slide my clothes off, his eyes never leave my body and his cock swells even harder. When I am naked, I saunter towards him and straddle him.

“You want inside me?”

“Yes,” he rasps.

“Yes what?”

“Yes
Madame.”

“Say it…”

“I want inside you.”

“Dirtier.”

“I want to put my cock inside your beautiful pussy and fuck you until you can’t breathe,” he growls, his voice throaty.

I begin to lower, and when the tip of him presses just inside me, he tries to thrust upwards.

“Ah ah ah, my way,”

“Please,” he begs, “Fuck you are killing me.”

I slowly slide down his length, moaning as he fills me inch by inch. When he is deep inside me, I begin rocking slowly, sliding my body up and down until his desperate pleas fill my ears. Seeing Ryder like this, without his control, is mind blowing. It is a massive turn on, and I can feel my body winding tightly as I ride him.

“Fuck, I can’t hold on.”

“Don’t come,” I rasp, “Don’t come yet.”

“Fuck, fuck…”

I slide up and down faster, and his teeth clench together as he desperately holds his release back. I explode with a scream, shuddering around him so violently my entire body shakes.

“Come, now, come,” I order.

He roars and his body jerks. I feel him pulsing as he finds his release, his head is thrown back and his chest is heaving. It would have to be the most erotic moment of our relationship. When he finally stops moaning and shaking, he lifts his head to meet my gaze, I wonder how he will react to my little game.

“
That…fuck…”

“Not so soft now?” I whisper, stroking a piece of damp hair from his forehead.

“Fuck, who knew you could pull off a Domme?”

“I have plenty up my sleeve.”

“Untie me, God, I ache.”

I get off his
lap; my legs wobble as I walk around to untie him. When he is free, he stands and groans.

“
God that was the most fucking memorable moment of my life,”

“You liked?” I whisper, shocked.

“Fuck, I never thought that would turn me on but it did, oh fuck, it did.”

I smile, slumping back onto the bed. He kneels before me and takes my face in his hands, “I love you,
and you don’t have to prove yourself to me.”

“I know,” I whisper, sliding my lips across his.

“I have to go to work,” he groans, “I just want to pass out after that.”