Sexed Into Submission (11 page)

“Yes, I remember,” I nod, exhilaration surging through my every nerve.

“Good. Lift your head.” As I lift my head, Ryder ties a silky black scarf over my eyes. It takes a moment for my auditory senses to kick in, and all I hear is silence. The unknown causes my heart to gallop and my breathing to quicken as I anticipate Ryder’s next move. After a few moments of absolutely nothing, Ryder takes me by surprise by tickling the swell of my breast with a feather. The unexpected tickle causes me to squirm, and I receive a vicious bite to the apex of my thigh. “What was that for,” I groan.

“
Quedate quieto.”

“What does that me
—”

“You will lea
rn soon enough, mi amor,” he interjects, landing a ferocious sting to my nipple before I finish my question.

Attempting to be the submissive he desires, I bit
e my tongue and swallow my witty remark. All of a sudden, the intoxicating smell of leather fills my nostrils. The feel of leather trailing across my clavicle stimulates many sensual sensations. Gliding the leather up the front of my neck, he uses the split tip to tap my lips. “I told you this would get you into trouble, yeah?”

The mattress dips as he climbs onto the bed and settles between my spread
-eagle legs. Believing that his question is rhetorical, I don’t attempt to answer him. Big mistake. Huge. Swiftly, Ryder removes the crop from my lip and slaps my clit. The sharp bite left behind takes my breath away. “How many times must I tell you to use your words?” he scolds, the crop biting my pussy once more. “Look where your orneriness has gotten you, nena,” he tsks. “I want nothing more than to pleasure you, my love, but you have to give me a reason to do so. You’re selfish, Piper. Do you know how fucking terrified I was for you?”

Bring
ing his mouth to my clit, he licks me briefly. “You damn near gave me a heart attack,” he confesses, his mouth devouring my pussy. Licking, sucking, biting, and fucking me with his tongue, he claims what is rightfully his. With all my might, I try not to squirm, but his talented tongue has me fighting the restraints and panting with delight.

My body starts to tremble as I reach a pinnacle of release. “Yes, Ryder. Fucking yes,” I hiss
, head spinning and overdosing with ecstasy. Brusquely, he withdraws his mouth, hindering my orgasm once again. “You can’t keep doing this to me, Ryder,” I complain.

“On t
he contrary, baby. I can,” he affirms, nibbling various places of my stomach. “I’m not even halfway finished disciplining you. Rest assured, mi amor, I’m going to make you hurt so fucking good,” he vows, his teeth piercing my side. “Twelve lashes to go, sweetheart,” he advises.

With
another stinging bite, this one to the outside of my thigh, he reaches behind my head and unties the scarf. “What?” I gasp.

Rolling off the bed, he unbuckles the restraints from my ankles and flips me over onto my stomach.

“Last night, you hit me twelve times, and I promised to return them,” he tells me, looking through the items inside the box he pulled from under his bed. My eyes widen when Ryder pulls a metal-tipped bootlace flogger from the box. Feeling a tug between my legs, I give my ass a sultry sway. Smiling, he caresses the studded tails almost tenderly before licking my ass with the heavy leather. With each strike he gives, I latch onto my tongue to prevent myself from screaming. The pain is almost unbearable, but I never even consider calling the safe word, not even once. Instead, I relish the sensations of each stroke. Not only is my pain his pleasure, it’s mine. Carelessly calling the safe word would be no different from me spitting in Ryder’s face. It’s humiliating.

The first two shots take my breath away
. Repeated licks bring tears to my eyes. Five more lashes, and I’m bleeding. The trickling crimson drops are welcomed, cooling the inflamed stripes covering my backside. Two more licks, that’s all it takes to ignite the unrestrained fire between my legs, and I’m fiercely, yet quietly coming undone. When Ryder delivers his last lash, he flings the flogger across the room and removes the restraints from my wrist. My energy sapped from a flogging and defeating climax, I fall face first into the mattress.

Immediately, Ryder
accompanies me on the bed and begins aftercare. His hands tenderly caress my red-hot cheeks, and his lips kiss every bit of blood-stained skin. As his pacifying fingers wander along my broken skin, he slithers his fingers between my slippery folds. “You came?” he questions, disappointed yet somewhat amused. Obviously, with the evidence of my release dripping from his fingertips, he doesn’t need a verbal confirmation. So, I simply nod. “Again, my beauty, I didn’t tell you that you could come,” he frowns. For the first time, ever, I feel ashamed for displeasing him.

Sitting back onto my haunches
, I push him back, and then straddle my legs over his. “I did, and I’m dreadfully sorry,” I apologize. Reaching down between us, I grip his girth and steady his cock. “May I ride you, Ryder?” Reluctantly, he nods. Slowly, I lower myself down his length and bring my mouth to his. “I’d much rather ask for forgiveness than permission, except for right now. Now, I’m asking that you allow me to pleasure you. Please,” I request, delicately kissing him.

“
Me paso, mi belleza, te doy mi permiso,” he breathes.

“So, yes?”
I question seriously, comprehending only two of the words he spoke; belleza—which he advised me means beauty, and permiso.

Chuckling, he places his hands on my hips and urges me to rock against him. “Yes, baby, you may pleasure me.”

Fourteen

Ryder

After I allow Piper the privilege
of riding me like a wild stallion, I dampen a towel with hot, soapy water and remove the dried blood from her ass and thighs. Unlike her last flogging, I don’t massage any lotions, creams, or oils onto her wounded welts. The pain I provided her was a gift, and I don’t want to numb it. Oh, no, I want her to feel it intensely, and think twice before being so goddamn careless and defiant. Calming her sweltering cheeks would be counterproductive, like taking ten steps forward and twenty steps back. Tonight, Piper was sexed into submission.

Crawling in
to bed, I wrap my arm around her and pull her into me for cuddling. Gingerly running my fingers through the length of her hair, she starts to doze off. Reaching up, I kiss her temple. “I don’t know who you think you are, storming into my life and stirring my emotions like a hurricane… but now, there’s no way I’m ever living without you,” I whisper into her ear.

Lazily smiling, she takes my hand and places it over her heart. Her gesture is
a silent confirmation, letting me know that not only do I own her mind, body, and soul… but I also own her heart.

Routinely, at four in the motherfucking morning, my damn phone blares. Unwilling to remove my hand from the thudding treasure hidden inside Piper
’s chest, I do an awkward twist and grab my phone from the nightstand. Already knowing that it’s Cassianna, I hold the power button down and shut off my phone completely. I will not allow that crazy bitch to ruin the happiness I’m finally experiencing. Not tonight, not ever.

Today,
I’m going to have my number changed. The only reason I kept it the same is because of Cadence. Even though I despise Cassie, if anything ever happened to that innocent little boy, I’d be by his side in a heartbeat. After all, it isn’t Cadence’s fault his father is a no good low life who wants nothing to do with him. I understand him shunning Cassianna, because she is nothing more than his dirty little mistress, but turning his back on own flesh and blood? That’s not a decision a man makes. It’s one a coward chooses. Tossing my phone back onto the stand, I get back into my previous position and snuggle into Piper so close, a toothpick couldn’t be wedged between our bodies.

A few hours later, Piper’s whimper wakes me as she untangles herself from my body. I don’t bother asking her if she’s okay, her red
angry flesh lets me know she feels like a thousand bullet ants made a buffet out of her ass. Serves her right. I can be just as compassionate as I can dominate, but I won’t be disrespected, and that’s exactly what Piper did when she bit and hit me. Therefore, I will in no way, attempt to allay her discomfort.

Standing from the bed, she winces
as she walks across my room and into the bathroom. I can’t resist my witticism. “How are you feeling, mi querida?”

Appear
ing from behind the door, she leans against the doorframe and crosses her arms. “Desirably sore,” she winks, wearing her tough girl face well.

Untangling the sheets from my legs, I get up
, walk to her and tuck my fingers under her chin to lift her face. “Desirably, huh? So, does that mean you’re ready to carry out the rest of your punishment?” With mouth agape and eyes as large as the moon, she gasps. “Relax, nena, I’m only kidding,” I grin.

Pulling her lips
closed, she swallows hard and shrugs. “May I make one suggestion?” Although I know her so-called suggestion is going to be a wisecrack that gets her into trouble, I nod to give her approval anyway. “Next time you whip, flog, or spank me… you should really consider putting your weight into it. This isn’t the worst I’ve experienced,” she jokes, at least she better be.

“Oh, is that so?” I ask. Extending my arms behind her, I use both of my hands to firmly squeeze the globes of her ass, and she jolts in my arms. “Yeah, I didn’t think so,” I boast, kissing her softly. “Go on and finish what you were doing, and I’ll go out and make us breakfast.”

Getting onto her tiptoes, she wraps one arm around my neck and rubs the length of my morning erection with her other hand. “Or you can be my breakfast,” she whispers seductively, dragging her nails down my chest as she gets onto her knees.

Resting her hands on her thighs, she looks up to me and awaits my instr
uctions. “Suck me, beauty. When I come, you swallow every bit of me. Don’t you waste so much as a drop,” I instruct. At once, her tight mouth engulfs every inch of my hard cock. Her dexterous hands accompany her mouth in stroking my length. With her adept tongue teasing my pulsing vein, I place my hands into her hair and steady her head as I fill her mouth with my creamy, warm release. Hungrily, she takes in every drop of cum I shoot.

“Piper, stand up,”
I order. Some dominants underestimate the value of a strong-willed submissive, but not me. I, for one, have no desire to be with a subservient sub. They’re too eager to obey, and in my opinion, annoyingly weak. A strong-willed submissive, such as Piper, submits to the desires of her dom, not for her pleasure, but his. The sub strength Piper’s proven to possess is awe-inspiring, and she will be rewarded for it.

Walking her back against the wall, I squat down, lift her legs over my shoulders,
stand and lift her from the floor. Without explanation, I bring my mouth to her juicy cunt and reward her until she’s screaming my name, and begging for mercy. Once her mind is ravaged, and she’s trembling in my arms, I lap her essence and lower her back onto her feet. Her knees buckle, and her body goes limp.

“I hate how you can bring me to my knees,” she croaks, her voice hoarse from screaming my name, repeatedly.

Carrying her back to my bed, I tuck her in and kiss her forehead. “I can say the same for you, belleza. Rest while I make breakfast.” Before I even finish speaking, she closes her eyes and surrenders to a pleasure-induced, deep sleep.

***

“Please, can’t you just take me home?” Piper whines. Once a year, my parents invite all our family, friends, and employees over for an appreciation dinner. I’ve already told my mom that Piper would accompany me, and there is no way I’m letting her back out on me.

“Yes, Piper, I will take you to your place, but you aren’t staying. You will go inside to shower, slip on something sexy, and I will be back to pick you up in two hours.”

“You making me meet your parents is defining our relationship, Ryder,” she groans, walking out to the garage.

Standing behind her, I reach in front of her and place my hand on the handle. “Our relationship has already been defined,
beauty. You are mine,” I proclaim, opening the door for her.

Before taking her seat, she reaches over the car door and fists my shirt. “So you claim, but am I really… yours?” she teasingly questions, tugging me down and kissing me swiftly.

“You bet your beautiful fucking ass, you are. Get inside.”

After dropping Piper off, I go to the phone store and get my number changed. As easy as i
t should have been, it was rather difficult. It felt like I was saying goodbye to Cadence all over again. While I’m not his father, I spent an entire year believing I was. That little man still owns a small piece of my heart, and my decision to cut all ties to him didn’t come lightly. His annoying whore of a mother left me no choice. It isn’t fair to Cadence and it sure as fuck isn’t fair to me. But I know the choice I made is what’s best for me, and my future with Piper.

When I arrive home, I shower and dress for the evening. Before I leave to pick up Piper, I call Dean to let him know I have a new telephone number. “This is Dean,” he answers.

“Wow, baby brother, you sound like a man. I’m proud,” I jape.

“
Fuck you, man. What’s up? Where are you calling from?”

Touchy shit, he always has been. “I’m calling from my cell.
Cassianna went stalker shit crazy and wouldn’t stop blowing my phone up with calls, texts, and voicemails. I can’t risk her calling while Piper is around,” I explain.

“
You love her already, don’t you? Fuck, Ryder, I told you to keep away from her,” he sighs.

“Why, because you want her?” I snap.

“Listen, I’m just looking out for you. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, brother. Sailor won’t—”

“
Fuck Sailor, and fuck you for being on his side. Hear me now, brother. Piper is mine. Mine, goddammit,” I spit. Everyone else may walk on eggshells when they’re in Sailor’s presence, but not me. Hell fucking no, I will not.

“Calm your
shit; I’ll always be on your team. I’m just warning you. I just don’t want anything happening to you or Piper. How is she anyway?” he coaxes. Convincing myself he has my best interest at heart, I relax. “She’s fine. Actually, I need to let you go so I can go pick her up.”

“Wait. You’re bringing her to dinner?”

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Mom sent out the invitations before I fired Sailor.”

“And?” I ask, annoyed that he’s having difficulty comprehending that I don’t give a single fuck about Sailor. He doesn’t intimidate me, none whatsoever.

“And, there’s a possibility he’ll be there,” he blurts.

“Good, I hope he is. I’ll be sure to fuck her on the center of the table while he watches,” I retort, ending our conversation.

Fifteen minutes later, Piper greets me at
her front door. As soon as I catch sight of her beauty, I lose my breath. Her hair is gathered to one side with large ringlets cascading down her arm and chest. The red cocktail dress she’s wearing is one shouldered with a cutout side, baring her perfectly tanned skin. The length is long on one side, reaching her ankle, but the other side is cut short—mid thigh—with a slit on it. Absolutely mesmerizing. She spins around to show off her seductive attire, and that’s when I see the entire back of her dress is nonexistent. Instantaneously, my appetite for food vanishes. All I want is to rip the slinky material from her gorgeous body and fuck her.

“I’
m assuming this meets your requirements,” she taunts, lowering her eyes and acknowledging my straining bulge.

“
Nena, it doesn’t meet my requirements. It fucking exceeds them,” I praise. Lunging forward, I take her into my arms, bend her back slightly, and place my mouth onto her neck. “Belleza, if we weren’t already late, I’d carry you upstairs and fuck you senseless,” I growl.

Driving to my parents
and keeping my hands off Piper is impossible. Like a kid in a candy store, I find the sweetest piece and fondle it. “No panties?”

She gasps when I sink my fingers inside her. “No,
we haven’t discussed if I should wear them in public or not. Sailor never—”

Immediately, I cut her off. “Don’t finish that sentence. I’m not Sailor, nor do I give a shit what he did or didn’t have you do. When you’re with me, and only me, you will not wear them. At times where
we’ll be surrounded by a crowd, you fucking wear them. At the club, if they come off, you will regret it. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she huffs.
Withdrawing my fingers, I slap her sweet, fuck-me-now cunt.

“Yes what, Piper?”

“Yes, Ryder,” she leers.

“Good girl.” P
lacing my fingers into my mouth, I suck and savor her sweet quintessence. Pulling in my parents’ drive, I put the car in park and lean over to kiss her pouty lips. “Replace that pout with a smile and let’s go. The earlier we get in, the sooner we can leave. I have plans for you tonight, mi querida.”

Once we’re inside, my mother spots me
from across the room. Taking my father’s hand, she drags him behind her as she walks to meet me in the foyer. “Mom,” I greet, embracing her momentarily.

“
Mijo, me allegro de verte,” my dad says, slapping me on the shoulder.

“Dad, nice to see you, too.” Behind me, I take Piper’s hand and pull her by my side. “Mom,
Dad, I’d like for you to meet Piper. Piper, this is my mother Roxanne and father, Gabriel.”

Excitedly, m
y mom covers her mouth with her hands, and my father grins from ear-to-ear. “Esta bella dama es suyo?” my father asks.

“Yes, she is mine,” I confirm.

“Very nice to meet you, Piper. Welcome,” my mother says, extending her hand to Piper.

“Nice to meet you as well.
Thank you for inviting me,” Piper smiles. As my father and Piper shake hands and exchange words, I spot Sailor in the back of the room with a meaty brunette clinging to his arm. I hope to God, she isn’t the woman he chose over Piper. It would be a fucking shame.

“We’ll leave you two alone so you can make your way around to say hi to the guests. Dinner should be served in about five minutes,” my mother informs us. When she leaves, my father follow
s behind her.

“He knows what I am?” Piper asks once my parents are out of hearing distance.

“Yes. Who do you think taught me about this lifestyle?” I chuckle. “Your mom is a sub?” I nod. “And Dean, is he a dom, too?” she asks.

“
Yes, but not at the moment.”