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Chapter 12

Slowly, I came back to earth. Very slowly when I was sitting on the bed. Ryder smirked down at me swinging his arms.

"Lie in the middle." I laid down and he locked shackles around my arms and legs one by one.

He counted from one to four and grinned. "No bed for you yet. We still have more ground to cover." He told me. I know why.... Because I yawned. He had his boxer shorts on at this point and dropped down placing his right knee in between my legs locking his lips with mine. I closed my eyes and followed his every move. He was in complete control of everything which made me trust him.

"Another two times to go minimum, four times maximum to go." He whispered in my ear. What now? My eyes widened and he looked down at me chuckling. My eyes turned black again. This man and blocking out my eyes. Argh, I could have gone insane!

Hungry hands moved up my body. He lay his weight down on top of me pushing his hands through my damp hair. I needed a shower badly at this point. I felt dirty, sweaty and unhygienic. My previous sexual partners always went for one round and I would go and grab a shower but Ryder wanted to do it again. I was tired, in need of a wash and wanting to relax.

I couldn't see him to know what he was doing. He touched my face with his hands and the next thing I knew, he was kissing down my body, around my belly bar and across to my side.

"You shouldn't have that in. I could have hurt you if I was to use electrical currants." He mumbled. Understandable I thought. I would have to order some plastic bars so that it wouldn't close over and to stop myself from being electrocuted. Still, that thought quickly disappeared when he moved down towards my crease and changed his direction towards my right leg, nibbling my tender skin and making me want to jump on him. I went from feeling dirty to saucy in the matter of a split second. I couldn't keep up with any of it. I remember him getting me close to releasing. He was sucking my nub as if it was his last time being able to do it and when he stopped, I braced myself. I knew what was to come next. He was going to take me but he didn't. Something tickled my rib cage and moved down my stomach. I wanted to scratch it and laughed. There was too many sensations that I had never experienced until this day during sex. My emotions were going crazy, I wanted to scream, I felt angry one second and the next I was happily getting what I needed which proved a point to me. Ryder was in charge and he would give me what I needed and not what I wanted. Believe me, I wanted everything. Did I get it? No. Not when I wanted it anyway, I got it when I needed it. When it was the perfect time to give it to me.

He uncuffed my legs one by one. He wasn't telling me anything and I was trying to guess what he would do next. Lying in between my legs again, he wrapped my legs around his body and pushed deep inside me hitting spots I didn't know existed in the missionary position.

He was holding some of his bodyweight up and trapping me also. It was him making a statement. He was making me feel light compared to his heavy-weight. He was flattening me beneath him kissing my collarbone and moved himself so that he wasn't. That's when he took me to his world again. I couldn't get enough of it. With previous partners I would wonder when the session would end but with Ryder I wanted more. I wanted to be teased, fucked, treated like his own little whore. It gave me this burst of energy, adrenaline that wouldn't stop flowing. I thought that it was mental how a Dominant can know their partner so fucking well to make them want more and more. Don't get me wrong, I was tired but I was excited for what was to come next.

My legs needed to be clicked at the top where my thighs were, my feet were cramped up, my back was aching and my hair was sticking to my face. It was driving me insane because it was itchy. I was breathless by the time he stood up and uncuffed my arms. I couldn't see a thing but I knew when he lay next to me because the bed shifted. Wrapping his arms around me, he pulled me against his chest and removed the blindfold. None of us released and I was happy about that. I had cramps in my lower stomach. He hit one specific spot that hurt like a bitch. Whining quietly, I kept my eyes closed.

"You ok?" He asked me and I shook my head laying it against his chest hiding my face.

"Talk to me." He guided my head up. He wanted me to look at him.

"You hit a spot. It hurt." I told him. He nodded his head and stood up. Walking over to a chest of drawers, he pulled out tablets and dropped two in the palm of his hand. Opening the small fridge, he grabbed a bottle of water and walked back over to me.

"Take these. It's only paracetamol. It hurt you because your not used to it. I think that I need to warm you up more next time."

"Warm me up?" I looked at him confused as he sat on the bed nodding his head.

"It's either that or your spots were extremely low this time. Don't worry about it. Take them." Dropping the water and the tablets on the bed, he watched me take them and I downed half of the bottle before he spoke again.

I stood next to his bed. I couldn't believe my eyes. He wouldn't let me get a shower and told me that I could do that the next day but the part that got me the most was the drawer he pulled out at the side of his bed.

"You expect me to sleep in that?" I asked him cocking a brow.

"Do you prefer the floor Shannon? You could stay there." He placed his hand on my lower back pushing me in the room. I shook my head and climbed inside it pulling my knees up to my chest. He gave me a swift nod and I cuddled the blankets.

"Shannon." He spoke. I looked up at him as he stood directly next to me towering above my body as if he was sizing himself up against me. I did look like the small child and he was the tall monster in comparison. He was staring straight down his chest at me in his black slacks. I was completely naked and openly vulnerable to his touch.

I felt a touch on my shoulder and startled awake. He was staring down his chest at me again. This time he was fully dressed in his black suit. Snapping his fingers, he pointed at the bed and I rubbed my eyes. I pushed myself up on my elbows and blinked at him. I was sore and aching from tensing up.

"Orgasm count not met. Bed." He spoke. He was fully dressed which told me that he had been out to do some work. How? I questioned. I was exhausted, surely he was too but it was obvious that he had more energy than I expected him to have. The lights were on low, the curtains were still drawn to a close and I knew that it was night. Nodding my head, I struggled to push myself to my feet and flopped myself face first down on his tall bed. I was small which made it hard for me to climb up. I looked like a dog with short legs trying to jump up in a sofa. Yawning, I closed my eyes and turned my head on the side. He slid his hands up my ass and picked me up, placing me on my hands and knees. I crashed down on my stomach. I didn't care. I needed to sleep. Why couldn't we do it the next day? I didn't know but he was determined to get some of me. I didn't want to do it, I wanted to wrap myself up in the blankets and go back to my amazing dream of visiting the candy shop.

I whined pulling my knees up to my chest. I was feeling cold and trying to heat up my body. Sliding his fingers through my crease, he sucked his fingers and forced one of his fingers deep inside me. I fell forwards. Laughing he brushed my hair out of my face. It was everywhere. A complete mess but he didn't seem to care. He thought it was hilarious.

"Since your not in the mood, I'll change your mind." He told me. I really wasn't interested until he slid his hand underneath me and pinched my left nipple. Grabbing my left hip, he dragged me back against his finger and pushed a second one deep inside me. I cried out, all of my senses sparked to life. Wrapping his hand around my hair, he dragged my head back which forced me to sit on my knees. His fingers were still moving around deep inside me and I was groaning with my eyes closed. I wasn't bothered. If he wanted to fuck me then he could because I wanted it to be over and done with, I was too tired but at the same time I wanted him more than I wanted him in his playroom. His bedroom did things to me and I wasn't sure if it had something to do with the decor, lighting or his scent. He had cologne on which was drifting up my nostrils. So fucking masculine plus he had his full black suit on with black shirt, black tie, black shoes and black gloves. There was something about his gloves entering me, I couldn't place my finger on it. I was hungry for more and I wasn't going to fight against him. This was the pleasure that I was looking for and I was getting it.

My back was pressed against his suit jacket, bare skin touching fabric that wasn't on me. My feet were completely bare, I was natural. He was dressed from head to toe. The sides of my feet touched his black slacks, the material was scratching against the souls of my feet. You could compare it to being naked in a club. It's not supposed to go hand in hand but it does.

I felt coldness at my entrance and gasped.

"Ice. Relax." He told me removing his glove covered fingers from inside me. Sliding the ice cube inside me, he added his fingers back where they were. It wasn't the ice cubes being inside me that got me, it was when the cool water was sliding down the insides of my thighs that got me. I shivered clamping my teeth together. He guided my head to his chest which he seemed to do frequently and slid an ice cube up from my lower stomach to my breasts. I inhaled a deep breath closing my eyes tightly.

I was ready for everything and anything by the time he had finished with the ice cube. He had me panting on my hands and knees. I was crying out through glorious torture. His fingers were so deep, touching every spot imaginable. I felt myself get close to blowing my load until he pulled his fingers out.

His pants were around his ankles, he had naturally lubricated my rear up and pushed against me telling me to breathe in and out.

"I'm going to take you from the back. Get yourself comfortable," he told me. I nodded my head and lay my chest down on the bed with my arms extended above my head. Breathing in deeply, I set my legs a part. His tip pressed against my rear entrance and I felt as he filled me up. It wasn't comfortable for me to begin with but the second that he grabbed my hips with his large hands and pulled me back, I was away with the birds feeling free.

In and out, in and out, in and out. I screamed. He was pumping inside me quicker than he had earlier on. I was loving every second of it. I even released because the sensations were intense. I had passed the point where I would tell my partner to stop. I wanted more, I didn't want it to end.

Grabbing the sheets with all the strength that I could gather, I held on for dear life.

"My cum bucket aren't you. Tell me your my cum bucket." This would turn other women off but for me it made me want him more. I hummed and he grabbed my hair ragging my head back.

"Say it Shannon. You are my cum bucket." He yelled through gritted teeth glaring at me through his greyish blue eyes. I nodded my head.

"I'm your cum bucket Master."

"Good fuck toy." Forcing my head back down, he pressed it against the mattress and I whined. Halle-fucking-lujah
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