Anonymous Desires_Isai and Ryker_Part Two

by A. D. Herrick

  Scrambling behind a tree I cower down in a crouched position tucking my knees up under my chin. I need to think.

  Trembling from fear I make myself as small as I can. My body balled up into a tiny knot. “Please,” I beg over and over as I rock back and forth.

  Please, what? I don’t know. I only know the fear that runs through my veins, the tightness of my chest with every intake of breath, and the imbued desire to make it through the night.

  Red.

  The word whispers in my mind but it never makes it past my lips.

  My ears strain against the sounds of the forest, listening for the soft fall of footsteps. I can hear nothing past the light rustling of the trees as a soft breeze blows and the light chirping of crickets as they serenade my demise. The forest sounds so calm and peaceful, a stark contrast to the fear and anguish pulsing through my veins.

  “Isai, you have been so naughty.” My head snaps to the sound of his voice, just beyond the trees to the right. I can hear the smile in his voice as he calls out my name. My body yearns for him, my mind screams out against the fear rushing through my veins, denying my affections. The voice in my head screams for me to run, to get as far away from him as I can. My body screams for capture, eager to play the game of cat and mouse.

  I can’t move. I’m paralyzed by the fear. Terrified of being caught. Eager to be caught. The colliding emotions war within me, confusing me until I don’t know which way is up and which is down. A cyclone of emotions consumes me.

  Ryker continues to call out my name, his voice a whisper on the wind seeming to come from every direction. My body calls out to him, begging to be captured. My mind screams for me to move, to get as far away as possible.

  “Isai, you can run but you can’t hide.” The sound of his voice sends shivers down my spine and an ache between my legs. I feel foolish for allowing him to torment me so. Confusion clouds my mind as prickles of anticipation inch down the back of my neck.

  A limb snaps alerting me to his nearness. Pushing off from the tree I launch in the opposite direction.

  I run as though my life depends on it.

  Perhaps it does.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  “There you are, baby.” Maniacal laughter rings out into the night.

  I know I’m caught before it happens. My foot catches on a stray limb on the ground sending me propelling to the earth. Before my body hits the ground a thick band wraps around my waist. We go down in a tangle of limbs. His hard body cocoons around mine, like a protective shield, spinning us so that he takes the brunt of the fall, cushioning my landing.

  I land on top of him. His warm lean body pressed firmly against mine forces a moan from my lips. Stunned by my body’s response I lay motionless against him enjoying the feel of his arms wrapped around me.

  No sooner than we hit the cold earthen ground he flips us. My world somersaulting as his body pressed into mine. The long thick length in his slacks rubs against my thigh as his hand bands around my wrist, stretching my gathered hands above my head, pinning them to the ground.

  He smiles down at me. His eyes hold a predatory gleam that both frightens and excited me all in the same breath. The flash of his teeth, bright white against the dark night sky has me rubbing against him, my hips jetting up, begging for contact.

  A soft whimper leaves my parted lips as I gasp for air. My chest heaves brushing my hard sensitive nipples against his chest with every breath I take.

  “You’re such a naughty girl, Iasi.” The way my name rolls off his tongue, soft and seductive like honey, has me biting my lip. His eyes flash with need and desperation.

  Like a snake his lips attack mine, stealing what’s left of my breath. His kiss is hard filled with heat and passion like I’ve never experienced. His tongue traces along the seam of my lips begging for entrance. I kiss him back with enthusiasm, lips closed, denying him the one thing he wants; I exert my own form of control.

  His free hand runs along the side of my body from my hip the underside of my breast. His hand stills, fisting my breast in a firm squeeze that borders the edge of pleasure and pain. My legs work of their own accord banding around his waist, pinning him to me.

  A desperate growl emanates from his chest vibrating against my own. The animalistic growl has me arching my back; my lips parting as I eagerly accept his deepening kiss.

  He tastes like heaven.

  I hadn’t realized how much I had missed the taste of his lips until this moment. His tongue plunges into my mouth, licking at the roof of my mouth and my teeth, leaving no crevice untouched. In this moment he owns me. He knows it. I know it.

  “FUCK.” He growls out, his teeth nipping at my swollen lips.

  Lifting my head I beg for his lips to be pressed against mine, kissing him everywhere I can reach, his cheek, his chin, his neck. I leave no expanse of flesh untouched. I have to touch it all.

  My core throbs with desperation. I need him. I need this. Whimpering, I grind my hips against his, desperately seeking the friction needed to ease the throbbing ache that threatens to consume me. Desperate for more of his touch, frantic for more of him.

  “I’ve missed you.” He growls in my ear as his teeth scrape along the smooth column of my neck. His words only spur me on, heightening my arousal.

  I can’t respond. Between his frantic words of need and the feel of his body against mine, I’m rendered speechless. I can only whimper as my body writhes against his, seeking, searching, begging, and yearning. Like a cat in heat, I mewl against him.

  Green. Green. GREEN.

  Ryker’s lips find their way down my throat and chest. His teeth latch onto my nipple, worrying it through the thin cotton of my shirt and lace of my bra.

  Every touch is more desperate than the last. It hurried, rushed, and heated. His hand glides down my waist in a slow torturous decent. With a smooth jerk, he has my skirt hiked up, the thin soaked lace of my panties ripped from my body. The cool air hits me leaving me gasping for more.

  The sound of his zipper slowly lowering has me begging. “Please, Master, please.” He moves with deliberate ease, torturing me with the movement. Edging me along.

  “Yes.” He growls out into the night, like a wolf howling at the moon his cock enters me in one level thrust stealing my breath.

  Ryker’s hands leave my wrist in favor of my throat. The feel of his palm against my windpipe leaves me gasping, begging for more. The gentle pressure is a tease, it isn’t enough. I need more.

  “Harder,” I beg as I arch forward, my greedy pussy begging for more of his cock, more pressure against my throat.

  He tsks. The fucker tsks at me, with the slow deliberate shake of his head he denies me more. He denies me harder. Every moment he holds me back, denying my body of his pleasure, the anger and frustration in me builds.

  With his cock buried to the hilt inside of me, he hovers above me, unmoving. I can feel my orgasm, just a stroke away. My pussy quivers around him, begging for him to move. Begging for just one more thrust to bring me over the edge of oblivion. Arching my throat forward I seek the added pressure of his palm. Craving the feel of his body dominating mine.

  Even when he’s in me, his cock reaching all the right places, he denies me, angers me, and controls me.

  The frustration eats at me. My fingers itch to dig into his flesh and force him to move. Force him to give me more. The sensation is consuming, the need burning from within. It’s an entity of its own.

  “Give it to me. Please.” I beg with the desperation of an addict, for that’s what I am.

  I’m addicted to him.

  His cock.

  His delicious torture.

  I’m addicted to the heights my body soars when his cock is buried within me. The way his body bends mine to the brink of pain before sending me over the edge.

  I crave his torture, his pleasure. I crave him.

  “No.” That one word. So final. The single denial is all I can take.

  Like lightening my hand strikes his cheek. The a
ction so sudden I’m paralyzed in place. Never in my life have I ever struck another. I’m not a violent person. I feel the fear of retaliation heavy in my chest.

  What have I done?

  Ryker’s eyes blaze to life. A sick sinister smile lurches across his face. “Is that all you got, baby?” He goads feeding my frustration with a short jab of his cock. He taunts me with his words. His body.

  His words ignite something in me I’ve never felt before. My hand strikes again. The force of impact pulls a cry out from my lips as Ryker’s cock thrust inside me, deep and hard. The sting of the slap leaves my hand numb. But the deep thrust of his cock leaves me begging for more.

  Like a lightbulb going off, my other hand fist in his hair, my nails digging into his scalp painfully hard. I latch on, dragging his head back in a swift jerk, exposing his neck to me. Leaning up I sink my teeth into the smooth flesh of his neck, marking him. Claiming him as mine. The pain mixed with pleasure only seems to turn him on more as his hips thrust forward again. His hand on my throat tightens bring me even closer to completion.

  The control I have over him is like a drug of its own making. The more I take the more addicted I become. I crave it more than my next breath.

  Leaning back I raise my hand to smack him again only for my efforts to be thwarted. His fingers wrapped firmly around my wrist, preventing me from striking again. The power struggle adds another layer to the arousal coursing through my veins.

  Wigging out of his grasp I attempt to strike him again only for my efforts to be dismissed with the wave of his hand.

  We grapple on the ground becoming a tangle of limbs as we violently fight for dominance. I struggle beneath his lumbering form as he blocks my efforts with expert skill. With every thwarted strike I’m rewarded with the pounding of his cock.

  We tumble in the grass as his cock rocks in and out of me. The more I fight back against him the harder his cock grows inside of me, filling me fuller than I ever imagined.

  I roll us so that I’m on top. With my hands fisted in his hair, I take from him. I ground my slick wet pussy on his cock taking out all my anger and frustration on his body, my nails buried deep, latched on to the muscles of his chest. At some point during our tussle, his shirt had been ripped open. The tattered ruminants lay behind him in the dampened grass giving him the rakish appearance of a fallen angel.

  Ryker’s hands grip my waist, his fingers digging deeply into my supple flesh. The painful pressure adds to my excitement the line of pain and pleasure blend with the knowledge I’ll be wearing his mark for many nights to come has me cresting the edge, teetering on the line of the strongest orgasm I’d ever experienced.

  When I feel his cock throbbing, ready to explode he snatches my hands away, rolling us again so that he is on top. Withdrawing from me he feeds me just the tip, enough to piss me off, edging me from my orgasm. Hold me off from my climax. It’s the sexiest game I’ve ever played.

  The thrill of chasing my orgasm only spurs me on as I fight for his cock. I slap, pinch, bite, and scratch for my reward, and what a sweet reward it is.

  The battle rages on as our cries are sounded into the night. The sound of skin slapping and the slickness of my arousal blend in with the rustling of the leaves and the chirping of the crickets. It’s the most beautiful melody I’ve ever heard.

  With both hands buried in his thick dark silky tresses, I cry out into the night as he drags me over the edge kicking and screaming. The most powerful orgasm I’d ever experienced washes over me, bowing my back I arch into him. Nails biting into his flesh as I take my release, forcing him to give it to me.

  Ryker follows me over the edge, his cock pulsing as he empties his seed into my quivering channel.

  We lay in the grass, panting heavily as we struggle to regain our composure. I don’t miss the way his arms band around me, holding me snuggly against him. I don’t miss the way his lips press soft kisses to my crown or the way his body hums against mine. This side of him is new and even more terrifying than I’d ever experienced. Ryker Kane is a lot of things but sweet and affectionate are not one of them. As he cuddles my body against him I remain silent, biting my tongue. I don’t say anything for fear that if I do, it will be gone.

  CHAPTER SIX

  “I don’t want you in bars alone.” His deep voice breaks the stillness of the night, ending the comfortable silence we found ourselves in after the delicious romp in the grass.

  “I’m a grown woman-“

  “You’re my woman.” His sharp voice cuts me off as he rises above me on his elbow. His deep blue eyes bore into me, the command in his voice leaving me weak in the knees.

  “I don’t want my woman alone in bars, Iasi.” His words are final, barring no rebuttal.

  “I wasn’t alone. I was with Meghan. You know, the girl that happily shoved me in your direction. The one that alerted you to the fact that I was in the bar at all.” I bite back unwilling to give in, unwilling to allow him to make demands that are not his to make. Oh, but they are. My body begs to listen, but my mind screams for me take a stand. The fire in my soul refuses to allow me to cower.

  “I knew you were there.” His admission takes me by surprise, leaving my jaw hanging open.

  “How did you know?” I demand feeling incensed that he had avoided me in the bar knowing I was there. Which is a direct contrast to how I felt when Meghan had called him over. Why did it bother me so much? Why couldn’t I make up my mind?

  “No more bars, Iasi.” His refusal to answer my question only pissed me off more. How dare he? How dare this man make demands on me, follow me around, and fuck me senseless without explaining himself.

  Rising from the soft patch of grass Ryker held out his hand for me to take.

  With an angry huff, I accepted, allowing him to pull me up. As angry as I was, my body still refused to cooperate after the glanderous fucking we had just shared.

  “Ryker, you don’t get to tell me what to do. I’m not yours.” I growl out yanking my hand from his once I’m fully on my feet. I refused to allow him the final word. I refused to allow him to make demands on me.

  Ryker bands an arm around me, pulling my chest flush against his. His hand gently cups along my cheek, his touch a direct contrast to the harshness of his voice. “If we’re doing this then we do it by my rules. And in case you didn’t know, we are doing this. Which mean no bars alone, no short skirts, no causing scenes, and no back talking.” Each word he spoke made my body sing. His warm breath along my skin had my thighs quivering and my heart racing in my chest. Only my mind fought against it. My mind fought every word he spoke, demanding that I take control, refusing to allow him to make demands.

  “Oh, does it also mean you get to throw me out of your house in the middle of the night, buck naked when you’re finished with me?” I retort, My anger from before resurfacing.

  Ryker released me leaving me staggering on my feet. With a swift turn, he gave me his back. “You either get your ass in gear or I’ll leave you here.” He barked out as he walked off into the night.

  I stormed off after him, anger pulsing through me like waves. How dare he?

  Unwilling to be left behind I shelved my anger and followed him to his car, stomping my feet like a petulant child the entire way. I didn’t try to dust off my feet or shake the grass from my hair as I climbed into his car. I didn’t care if I left grass stains or dirt smudges on the soft crème interior. For added insult, I rubbed my bare feet on the floorboard of the car, with each sweep I could feel the dirt and grime being scrubbed into the lush carpeting.

  “You owe me a new pair of heels,” I grumbled folding my arms across my chest.

  Ryker responded with a disgruntled grunt.

  The ride home was made in silence. The trip to the woods took far longer than the ride back to my place. A part of me was grateful for the shortened ride while the other part of me longed for a little more time with the dominant man beside me.

  How he knew where I lived I’d never know. I didn’t care
to ask either. Grabbing my purse from the floorboard of his car I climbed out, forcing my body to obey my command to walk away.

  “Iasi,” I ignored him as he called after me. With determined steps I marched away, afraid that if I looked back my resolve would weaken. I refused to be his toy. I refused to allow him to manipulate me to his will. I refused to be that girl, the doormat. The girl that cowers down, allowing the man in her life to manipulate and destroy her soul all for the sake of finding love.

  I knew Ryker wasn’t offering love, but the way his touch ignited my body was a more powerful sensation then even the strongest love because I knew that if I let him he could make me fall with the simplest touch.

  With my door shut firmly behind me, I allowed the tears that had been burning behind my lids to fall. With wavering steps, I stripped off my tattered clothing allowing it to fall away as I ambled to the shower. I needed to feel the scalding hot water on my flesh, washing away the confusion of the night. Ryker Kane was a man of mystery, a man of confusion, a man that no matter how desperately I wanted him, I couldn’t have. Because I knew there was no way I could submit to him. There was no way I could give him what he demanded. I needed to rid myself of his memory.

  To be continued...

  Acknowledgements

  To my husband, Kevin, Thank you so much for always being there and taking care of the kids while I locked myself away to write. You have been my rock and without you I would have been lost.

  To my friends, thank you for always understanding my need to be locked away and for always supporting me, lending me an ear, and always encouraging me to push through.

  To my readers, thank you so very much for picking up my book and taking a chance on me. Without you I wouldn’t be here, pouring out my thoughts and bleeding the words onto the paper. Thank you from the bottom of my heart!!

  Most of all, Thank you to my wife, Tasha. You have been my rock for the past year. I can’t imagine a day without you in my life!!! You have been there by my side encouraging me to continue, cheering me on as I continue to work and keeping me on track when all I want to do is read. I love you to the moon and back.