Nobody's Lost (Rescue Me Saga #5) (22 page)

He teased her hole until she relaxed her pelvic muscles, and his finger slipped inside. In and out, deeper each time careful not to rupture her barrier.

The things he’d learned from Carlos, who had gone to school to become a gynecologist after his stint in the Navy.

Not wanting to overdo it, he retreated and returned to playing with her clit.

“Yes, there! I like that best of all.”

“I’m sure your clit has had many a workout with your Hitachi.”

“Um, yes, Sir, it has. Not nearly so much as since I met you.”

He grinned. Jesus, she was so responsive. He wished—

Wanting to get her off and put an end to his torture, he increased the strokes against her swollen clit and sucked harder on her nipple.

“Oh, yes! Yes! Keep doing that! Oh, please don’t stop!”

Stopping was the furthest thing from his mind. If they’d agreed to having sex in their negotiations, he’d be on top of her now. Good thing he’d been thinking with his uppermost head then.

*     *     *

Megan felt as though her body would come apart when Ryder let go of her nipple. She started to ask him not to stop when he took her other nipple between his teeth and pulled. Hard. She arched her back and wiggled her pelvis to get the maximum contact with his finger.

Alone in bed with her Hitachi, she had no trouble zeroing in on what gave her the most pleasure and took care of business in no time. Ryder seemed to be prolonging her release. Why didn’t he hurry? Couldn’t he tell she was near the breaking point?

The heel of his hand pressed against her mound, and his fingers spread her lower lips open. She exhaled the air she’d pent up only to gasp for more when his finger began flicking rapidly against her clit.

“Yes! Yes! Don’t stop!”
Please don’t stop this time. So close.
Just when she thought she’d fly off the cliff, he slowed again, and his finger stopped touching her clit.

“Ayeeee!” Her body screamed for release. Sweat broke out on her skin, and she felt she was sticking to the sheet. “Please, Sir! This is torture.”

His mouth left her breast. “I’m sorry. Would you like for me to stop torturing you, as you call it?”

“Nooooo! Don’t you dare stop! But you could go faster, couldn’t you?”

“Is the submissive instructing her Dom now in how to grant orgasms?”

This was no time for such discussion.

“Please, Sir. Use your incredibly talented fingers and mouth to bring me to a screaming orgasm. Whenever you’re ready, of course.” There. Did that appease him?

He didn’t move. She wished she could see his expression. Had she pissed him off? Would he stop now?

“I see I have a brat on my hands.”

Brat? What had she done? Oh, well, perhaps there was a manipulative tone to her words, but she didn’t see that she was being all that bratty.

“I need you, Sir. I need
this
. Please!”

His mouth returned to her nipple, and she sighed inwardly, preparing herself to wait until he was ready to give her the orgasm she desired. When he began trailing kisses toward her hip, she wondered what he was going to do next.

The mattress dipped as he put more weight on it and straddled her body, his knees pressing against her sides. They hadn’t agreed to make love, but he had been the one reluctant to do so. Would he rid her of her pesky virginity tonight?

He pressed wet kisses against her inner thigh, and she realized he wasn’t facing toward her but away from her. That would be an awfully tricky position—

Oh, God! Surely he didn’t mean to—

His mouth pressed against her curly mound. She tried to squirm away, but his hands applied pressure to her thighs as he opened her up.

“So beautiful.”

Heat suffused her face. He was looking at her—there? She had no words to say until his wet tongue flicked against her clit.

“Oh, no! Stop!”

Why didn’t he stop? He continued to play with her clit with his tongue. Oh, yeah. Stop wasn’t a safeword. She didn’t think she liked this, even though it was anything but physically painful. Should she use her safeword. She really should.

The feel of his tongue on her most secret place felt so delicious, she couldn’t bring herself to stop him.

God help her, she wanted this.

She wanted him.

She lifted her pelvis to give him better access, but he pressed her back into the mattress with his hands on her pelvis. His tongue continued to focus its actions on her clit and everything else faded from her thoughts until he began pressing a finger against her vagina, and she nearly came off the bed. No! She willed her body to lie still and found that, when she didn’t squirm around much, he hit the mark more often.

Maintain discipline.

Be a good submissive—and he will reward you.

His finger entered her vagina again at the same moment when the flicking of his tongue increased against her clit. An involuntary movement, her hip jerked upward.

His mouth left her. “Lie still.” His firm command had her lowering her butt to the mattress and waiting for him to resume.

“I think you’ve had enough.”

“Noooo! Don’t leave me hanging like this, Sir!”

“Remember yourself, Baby Girl.”

If ever there was an inappropriate time to call her a baby girl, it was now. Her nails bit into her palms as she fought to keep from saying something that would lead to punishment. Or
discipline
as he liked to call it.

When his tongue lowered to her clit again, she let out a sob of relief. He wasn’t going to stop after all. His tongue teased the sides of her clit hood, and he slowly built up the tension once more. As she neared the crest, her thighs began to shake.

Close. So close.

His finger eased inside her again. All thought fled her mind as his tongue flicked hard against her sensitive clit.

Holding her body as still as possible, she let the pressure build slowly until she hurtled over the final hill.

“Oh, God. Oh, God. Ryder, yes, yes, yes!”

Just before pleasure turned to pain, Ryder slowed down the motion of his tongue on her clit. His finger slid from her vagina, and she slumped against the wet sheets. She must be drenched from head to toe. But who cared?

“That was…the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

Ryder moved, and the motion of the mattress stilled. Without a word, he began removing the cuff on her wrist and then her ankle. She’d been spread eagle so long her muscles ached as she slowly brought them closer to the center of the bed.

She sensed something was wrong, but didn’t know what. “Sir, are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

He had moved to start releasing her right ankle now. His tone had changed. What had happened? She couldn’t wait for him to remove the final restraint and the blindfold. She began shaking, possibly from the cold wet sheet against her body, perhaps from his very real withdrawal.

What happened?

Chapter Seventeen

R
yder removed the last of the wrist cuffs. Her explosive response had shaken him to his core. What the fuck was he doing giving her an orgasm like that? He’d just taken this relationship into an area he’d sworn he wouldn’t.

Could he then say goodbye in a couple days when she left?

No fucking clue.

He lifted the blindfold from her eyes.

She blinked several times before zeroing in on him. Worry wrinkled her brow, and he bent to kiss the furrows away.

He smiled, but avoided making eye contact again. This woman was too perceptive for
his
own good.

“What’s wrong, Ryder? Did I do something wrong?”

Fuck.

“Nothing’s wrong, Baby. You came undone beautifully for me. Now, let’s get you out of that wet spot.” He’d stretched her to the limit by prolonging her release.

Her face flushed, and he helped her to sit up and then maneuver onto her feet. When her knees buckled from the position she’d been in, he scooped her into his arms.

“Why don’t you sleep in my bed tonight?”

She reached up and stroked his cheek, smiling again. “Are you sure?”

To be sure she hadn’t misunderstood, he added, “I’ll take the couch.”

“Oh.” Her obvious disappointment told him she had expected him to join her. Hell, he was in deep enough without adding sleeping together to his list of sins.

“We need to talk about what happened tonight. But would you like to get dressed first?”

She bit the inside of her lower lip and nodded.

“Think you can stand on your own now?”

Once again she nodded, but didn’t say anything. He lowered her feet to the floor near her dresser and watched as she opened the drawer and pulled out a silky looking nightie.

“I’m going to shower first.”

“Fine. Meet me in the living room when you’re dressed.” He looked at her choice of gowns again. “It’s chilly tonight. You might want to wear something…warmer.”

She shook her head and padded off to the bathroom. He walked into the living room where the blanket he’d wrapped her in last night laid folded on the armrest of the couch. Shaking it out, he placed it next to him and sat while waiting for her.

He sure could use a stiff drink tonight, but wouldn’t add getting buzzed to the list of things he’d done wrong around this girl. Her footsteps alerted him to her presence, and he turned to watch her walk into the room, the nightgown clinging to her body and only reaching her upper thighs. Actually, he could see her panties because she’d lifted her arms to towel dry her hair.

“My hair is going to be so frizzy tomorrow.”

When she hesitated about where to sit, he held his arm out to her and drew her onto his lap.

“Aftercare?”

“Yeah. We covered a lot of ground tonight. How did you feel about the various sensations I introduced you to?”

“Loved the first one.”

“An ostrich feather.”

“Oh, that’s exactly what I thought. But I hated the ice or whatever that cold thing was.”

“I probably shouldn’t have placed it right on your clit like that without any warm-up, so to speak.”

“I can’t imagine anywhere it would feel good.”

“You might enjoy having ice rubbed on your nipples sometime.”

She plucked at the lapel of his leather vest. “Hmmm. Maybe we can try that tomorrow night.”

He tried to tell himself this was for the best for her, but he still wanted to kick himself in the ass for saying it.

“Megan, I’m not sure I can continue to train you.”

Her hand stilled. “Is it because I kept talking when I shouldn’t and I couldn’t keep—”

Ryder placed his pointer finger over her lips to still her words. “You did everything perfectly for a beginner. I’m the one with the problem.”

“I didn’t notice any problems, Sir.”

He wished she’d call him Ryder—just not the way she’d shouted his name out when she came a little while ago. But technically, their last scene together wasn’t over. He needed to talk with her about what he was feeling. Why they needed to put an end to their playtime.

He scrubbed his hand over his face. “I should be drawn and quartered for getting you into kink. We both knew it was temporary, but now I have to worry about what you might do when you go home and start trying to find someone who will continue to train you.”

Megan pushed away from him, and from the glare in her gaze, he prepared for incoming fire.

“Who do you think you are? Why do you get to unilaterally decide it’s over? I thought the lifestyle was all about communication and mutual agreements.”

“It is. But as a Dominant, it’s my responsibility to do no harm.”

“What if I tell you I have no regrets? You’ve helped me explore something I’ve been curious about, but would never have tried with just anyone. Stop trying to be responsible for everything in your world, Ryder. Because some of us can take responsibility for ourselves.”

She scooted off his lap and started to walk away before turning around again. He expected tears, but she wasn’t finished being pissed with him yet.

“I’m not going to fall to pieces just because we aren’t dating when I go back to Albuquerque. I’ve lived on my own a lot of years without having a man there to take care of me. I never intended for things to go this far, and I’m sorry. You aren’t the only one here who’s damaged goods, Ryder. Know what? I can’t have babies. I chose the coward’s way out rather than suffer, so certain I would never meet someone I wanted to make babies with.”