Chapter 40 I Can Remind You
I woke up at exactly 11 PM in the station's clinic, reviving from whatever had happened to me. We spent the next few hours in police custody, being told that the underground was dangerous, that we shouldn't have gone there, and many other things I couldn't quite catch.
Ryker sat beside me, but his gaze wasn't on the officer talking to us. He was staring at me, his look hard and cold. I couldn't tell what he was thinking.
But one thing was sure—I had dragged him into this mess by suddenly passing out on him. He was probably so mad he wished he could snap my neck.
"You're free to go home," The man said.
Ryker stood up first, kicking the chair aside before walking out of the office.
I clutched my phone tightly, silently following him.
Together, we stepped outside and began walking down the fairly lit street.
Unfortunately, our car was left in the underground. Ryker's phone was dead, so he couldn't call anyone to pick us up. Mine was still alive, but I didn't have the contact for anyone at home who could come.
Ryker walked ahead of me, his shoulders squared. I couldn't see his face, but I was sure he had a frown on his face.
"Are you mad at me, Ryker?" I asked, testing the waters.
He just shook his head, not looking at me, but slowed down enough for me to catch up.
I stared at his side profile—his brows were furrowed, his jaw set tight—he was definitely pissed.
"I heard that the more a man bottles up his emotions, the smaller his dick gets." I didn't know why I said it—maybe trying to lighten the mood with a little joke—but it didn't land right.
"Is that so?"
I nodded, trying to hold back a smile. "So I heard."
"Do you think mine's small?"
I blinked, caught off guard. "Is it?"
"You should know. It was inside you a few weeks ago..." His eyes flickered down to my lips, then back up, a teasing smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. "But if you don't remember, I don't mind reminding you."
Heat rushed to my cheeks. Fucking Christ.
"It—it wasn't small," I managed to stammer, hoping I sounded more confident than I felt.
His smirk deepened. "Thought so too."
He turned away, the faint sound of his footsteps echoing in the quiet street.
But I wasn't the same. The ache spread through me, fast and demanding.
I slowed my pace, gathering my thoughts. "Ryker," I called softly.
He stopped abruptly and turned to face me, his eyes unreadable now. "Stop talking. Words don't mean much right now, Vanessa," he said quietly, but it still made my pulse quicken. "I'd rather communicate... through something more direct."
My breath hitched, unsure of what he meant. "Which is...?"
He stepped closer, his voice husky. "Punishment."
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A few moments later, I found myself pressed against the bedroom wall, hands held high above me, leaving me vulnerable and yielding.
Ryker was close behind me, his hands moving deliberately as he eased my pants down.
"You enjoy testing me, don't you?" His breath warmed my ear. I arched into him as he carefully slid my pants down, letting them drop to the floor.
My blazer followed next. And then, he reached for my bra, undoing the straps before tossing it on the pile of clothes.
I was left with just my black panties.
"Don't you dare lift your hands from that wall." His voice was sharp, leaving no room for argument.
"Yes," I breathed, my voice steady but full of anticipation.
There was a sharp and intoxicating pleasure in obeying his every word. A sensation that was both new and familiar.
I heard the faint metallic click behind as his belt came undone, sending tremor through me.
The feeling of anticipation curled in the pit of my stomach as he tied my hands above my head with his belt.
My insides tingled.
"You walk around like you don't belong to anyone, Lamb." His grip tightened, fingers pressing into my skin. And then, he slapped my ass, hard.
"Argh." The sudden sting pulled a sound from my throat—half shock, half defiance. The heat flared through me, not just pain but the strange pleasure it came along with.
"Tell me...do you really think you shouldn't be punished for that?" He added, slipping his fingers through my panties and he found my heat, drawing moisture from there as he began to rub my bud.
"Why?" I managed to gasp out, my head falling back as his finger dive deeper into my clit.
His free hand gripped my breast, firmly. His touch wasn't gentle, it was rough and possessive—like he wanted to carve his imprint into me, to leave proof that I belonged to him.
"It's not what you did that drives me mad, lamb." He pressed his hard dick against me, still molding my breast, riding me into insanity with his fingers. "It's that you don't even realize it...that's what makes you so damn provoking."
Against my better judgment, my hips pressed hard against him, seeking more of his touch.
"But..." My words came out shaky, as he pushed me to the edge. "..I don't even know what I'm being punished for."
In one swift motion, he scooped me off the floor, tossed me onto the bed like I weighed nothing, my back hitting the sheets with rough precision.
My pulse stumbled.
He towered over me, the dim lighting in my bedroom painted him into a shadowy figure as he leaned over. His lips trailed up from my bare thigh—spreading heat at his wake—and up to my breast.
"Think carefully, Lamb."
His hot tongue found my nipple, flicking and circling it.
"I can't—"
"Oh yes, you can." He let go of my nipple, letting cool breath sweep over it. A shiver ran down my spine.
My body melted into the sheet as I dropped my restrained hands to grab his hair, but he grabbed my wrist before I could touch him, his fingers wrapping around me like a warning.
He took my wrist, firmly spreading them on both edges of the bed. "Hands to yourself until I say otherwise." He said, tying them against the frame.
My breathe hitched.
I found myself nodding, heat pooling over my skin, caught between surrender and need.
He spread my legs, draping them on his shoulder.
A mix of anticipation and something deeper stirred inside me as he brought his face directly to my wet pussy.
His tongue brushed lightly against it, teasing. But not enough.
I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted him so badly, the need clawing at me with every second he held back. His teasing was maddening—pushing me to the edge.
"Please." I whimpered, arching towards him.
"What do you need from me?" His tongue traced circles around my inner thighs—just near the spot I wanted him the most.
"I want you...now. Please, fuck me." I spread my legs open even more, giving him access to wreck me.
To take all of me.
But he didn't.
He let my legs fall back down, leaning in close. "Not until you understand what you did wrong today, you won't find release with me just yet."