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The Ritual: Chapter 33

RYAT

I TAKE ONE of the ropes and double it up, sliding it through the silver handle on the bottom far right drawer and wrap it around her ankle before tying it into a knot, attaching it to the drawer. Going over to her other ankle, I do the same thing—securing her legs far apart.

Standing behind her, I grab her wrists, pulling her arm off the counter and over to the right. Her forearm hangs off the edge. I do the same to her wrists, securing them to a top drawer. Then do the same to her left one.

I look over her tied open for me with the black plug in her ass, and I start salivating. I’ve been dreaming of this since I saw her on her ass in the hallway at Barrington. Our flight was over four hours. It gave me the opportunity to change her plug out twice. I needed to get her ready for me. As bad as I wanted to just ram my cock into it, I do want her to enjoy it.

Running my palm up her thigh, I give her left ass cheek a hard slap.

She jumps, whimpering.

I do the same to the other one.

Her breathing picks up, filling the large room. Cupping her pussy, she wiggles her ass for me, and I push a finger into her. “You’re already so wet for me,” I say and then remove it, slapping her cunt as well.

She cries out. Grabbing a hand full of her hair, I yank her face off the countertop and look at her in the mirror. “Do you know why I tied you up in here instead of the bed?”

“No.” She whispers. Her tear-filled eyes are so pretty right now.

I knew she wouldn’t. “It’s because I want you to watch yourself come with my cock in your ass.”

She sucks in a ragged breath.

“You will come, Blake,” I promise her. Reaching into the front pocket of my jeans, I pull out pink rubber vibrator—Lovense Lush 2. I bought it for her last week but haven’t had the chance to use it yet. Now is the best time.

I remove my cell from the other pocket and pull up the app. I turn the vibrator on and rub it against her clit while setting my cell on the counter next to her head. She squirms, her body pulling on her restraints. I gently rub it in circles, just teasing her. I have it turned all the way down right now, not ready for her to come just yet.

When I push two fingers into her, she rises on her tiptoes, a strangled cry leaving her parted lips as I pump them in and out of her, getting her wetter. They pick up their pace, getting a little more forceful. When I think she’s ready, I remove them, her body sagging against the countertop.

I take the vibrator and rub it over her wet cunt, getting it lubed up before pushing it inside her. She’s panting, the side of her face on the counter, her eyes closed. “Ryat …” she cries out, lifting her head up, and wide blue eyes meet mine in the mirror.

I know she’s used vibrators before. I’ve seen them in her nightstand at her apartment. But using one on yourself and someone using one on you are two very different feelings. She’s not in control here. I am.

I undo my belt and then unzip my jeans, pulling out my dick. Then I pick up the lube and spread it all over my length, making sure to coat every inch of myself until it’s dripping off me.

Reaching out, I take the diamond and slowly turn it in a clockwise circle. She sucks in a breath, her body tensing. “Relax,” I warn, slapping her ass cheek. “Focus on the vibrator.”

I gently pull on the plug, and she whimpers. Before it can pop out all the way, I gently push it back inside her, and she moans. “That’s it,” I say and do it again.

Her breathing picks up even more, and she yanks on the ropes that keep her open for me.

This time, I pull it out all the way and toss it into the sink that still runs from when she turned it on, replacing it with two fingers that are still covered in lube from applying it on my cock. “Take in a couple of deep breaths,” I tell her.

Her watery eyes meet mine in the mirror, and she puckers her lips, sucking in a deep breath, and then relaxes as she lets it out while I push a third finger into her. She cries, and I remove them. “Again,” I tell her.

The first tear runs down her cheek, but she does as I say. I repeat the process with just two fingers this time, knowing she’s ready.

Letting go, I yank my hoodie up and over my head before tossing it to the floor. Not wanting it to get in the way. Taking my cock in my hand, I step closer to her and slide the head of my dick along her ass, slowly running it up and down, smearing the lube all over her. “One more,” I say, reminding myself to go slow. If I tear her, I’ll have to wait to have it again.

When she sucks in a breath, I push the head into her, spreading her tight ass. She cries out, and I bite my bottom lip when it opens up for me.

I pull out and push in again, just my head. Letting her get used to it.

“Ryat,” she softly cries, her body already shaking under mine.

I reach around between her body and the countertop—this is why I left some space—and begin to play with her clit. Her head falls back onto the countertop, and I pull out, pushing into her again, going deeper this time.

Yanking on the rope, she whimpers.

“Goddamn,” I moan, unable to stop myself. Pulling out, I push in, a little deeper once again.

She’s gasping for breath, and I’m trying not to fucking come right now. Clenching my teeth, I slide out and watch her ass open for me as I enter her again with more force this time, burying myself in deeper. “I’m halfway,” I say, more to myself than her.

The drawers rattle from the ropes I’ve tied her to while her knees hit them. “You’re doing so good,” I tell her, making her whimper. “So good, Blake.” I pull out and push into her again, my fingers pulling on the vibrator to remind her it’s there just in case she’s too focused on her ass. The way she pushes against me tells me the little distraction worked.

I do it again, this time pushing all the way into her. Letting go of the vibrator, I reach over to my cell and turn up the level all the way on the vibrator and then lean against her back. Wrapping my hands in her long, dark hair, I pull her face off the marble to look at me in the mirror. It’s wet with tears. “Fuck, you’re amazing, Blake,” I say, kissing the side of her face and tasting the saltiness. “My good girl.”

Her lips are parted, and she’s panting. Her body already shaking uncontrollably.

“I’m going to fuck your ass now,” I warn her, and before she can say anything, I start to move.


BLAKELY

IT HURTS BUT also feels good. I can’t catch my breath. Between his dick in my ass and the vibrator in my pussy, I’m having trouble focusing.

At first, it felt like I needed to go to the bathroom. My body wanted me to push against it—refuse him. But then he started to move and fuck if it didn’t feel good. I hate that he’s right.

“Do you feel how deep in your ass I am, Blake?” he growls in my ear. His green eyes are locked on my watery ones in the mirror. “How tight it is?”

My hips are slammed into the side of the counter, my back arched at an odd angle, and my limbs secured to the drawers. My tits are smashed underneath me, already making it hard to breathe.

“Fuck,” he growls, his hands gripping my hair, making my scalp tingle. “Your ass feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock.” I manage to suck in a deep breath. “I knew it would.”

My face is just inches from the mirror, and every time I breathe, a fog covers it before disappearing. His hand in my hair is the only thing preventing my face from hitting the glass with each thrust.

Everything feels so intense. He feels ten times bigger than when he’s in my pussy. Sweat covers my back and my chest—my body starting to slip around on the marble counter. My hands have gone numb from the rope wrapped around my wrists, but I can’t help it. My body is reacting to Ryat’s dick in my ass and vibrator in my pussy.

My lips fall open on a moan, and my eyes close. The sound of his body slapping mine fills the room, and so do his grunts. They turn me on even more. The fact that he’s enjoying himself makes me even wetter. My pussy clenches the toy inside me, and I’m pretty sure I’m drooling, unable to close my mouth.

It’s primal. As if he can’t control himself. He needed to take it. Just like I told him I imagined when I dream about my forced-sex fantasy. It feels like total surrender. I’m giving him the last bit of me that I have to offer.

He lets go of my hair with one hand and wraps it around my neck. “Open your eyes,” he demands with a growl. “You’re going to fucking watch!”

I open my heavy eyes, fresh tears roll out of them. I’m not even sure why I’m crying. It doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. My body tenses involuntarily, an unfamiliar feeling starting to build between my legs. My pussy and my ass start to pulsate with contractions. They crawl throughout my body like a million spiders—an explosion starting to build.

He holds me tighter, and the room seems to fade away, my vision going dark even though my eyes are open. I feel like I’m spinning, body shivering.

“That’s it, Blake.” I hear his voice roughly in my ear as I do exactly what he said I would do, and come, a sound so unreal erupts from my lips. A wave so heavy and hot rushes over me, taking away what little breath I had.

My body goes slack, and he slams into my ass. His dick pulses inside me as he too comes.

Pulling out of me, I whimper. Then he removes the vibrator, throwing it to the floor. It continues to stay on as he rips a towel draped over a silver rod and wipes between my shaking legs, cleaning me up. Then undoes the ropes. I don’t even have the strength to get up off the counter. The side of my face sits in my tears and sweat on the marble.

He grabs my shoulders, pulling me to a standing position just in time to pick me up before I can collapse to the floor and carries me to the bedroom. He sits with his back against the headboard and pulls me into his lap.

My body is shaking so badly, I feel like I’m having a seizure. I have no control of my motor skills whatsoever. I realize I’m still crying when I lick my lips and taste the tears.

“Shh.” He rocks me back and forth gently. One arm wrapped around my body, the other running down the side of my head. “You did great, Blake.” He kisses my hair. “Such a good girl.”

I grip the shirt he still wears and bury my face into it, closing my eyes tightly, unable to control my emotions either.


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