Midnight Ryde: A Bad Boy MC Romance

by Melissa Merit

  “Thought so,” I said, smirking. “Now lie down on your stomach.”

  She sighed lightly, but she did follow my command and moved to stretch out on her stomach. Her ass still had a couple of red marks from the previous night’s actions. Good. It meant she would be sore. I absolutely fucking loved the idea of her being sore from me. With how fiercely I had taken her last night, she probably hadn’t only been sore from the spanking.

  “Don’t worry,” I said, crawling over her. “I know what you need.”

  She shuddered underneath me, making me want to tease her that much more as she froze in response to my weight on each side of her body. I continued to hold the position before gently sliding my hand up her inner thigh.

  She was shaking again.

  The sound of relief she made when I started fingering her again had me ready to make her suffer a little more before I fucked her, but the sight of her naked and squirming made me want her now.

  When I shifted, her body tensed, waiting to see what I would do with mine.

  I slammed into her like I had last night, but immediately dropped my rhythm to a slow and steady round of thrusts, allowing myself to really explore her with each thrust, reveling in the way I impaled her each and every time.

  She moaned, desperately, as I continued the painfully slow rhythm, continuing to give never quite as much as she wanted. She obviously wanted more, but I was having way too much fun making her want it, waiting to see how she would try to convince me to give it to her. The way she was trying to fuck me back from beneath me was amusing. I’d probably punish her for it later, but for now I was just having fun watching her try. I worked her, sliding in and out with an almost cruel slowness that had her all but begging me to take her like I had the night before.

  I laughed.

  “You could try and sound a little less desperate,” I remarked, noting the way she tensed around my cock when I said it. Clearly humiliation fucking did it for this girl. She was in luck, because humiliating her was really doing it for me as well. “You know, if I had known you were such a little slut, I’d probably have punished you extra for it.”

  She moaned, hands gripping the sheets around her.

  Beautiful.

  I began taking her more quickly, slamming into her more steadily as I buried myself in her again and again, loving the little sounds of desperation that resounded every time I hit her base, the way she shuddered each time I withdrew from her before sliding back in.

  “Fuck, Ryder,” she said after one particularly rough thrust. It damn near finished me off when she immediately froze and muttered “sorry” for swearing.

  This girl was going to get us both killed. I didn’t know how I could stop fucking her long enough to actually plan our escape. This was the riskiest thing I’d ever done, and I sold drugs as a primary source of income.

  Her moans urged me to keep going, and before long I was slamming into her so hard I thought she might break, but she was clearly loving it. She continued to moan and arch and screech as I continued taking her, and god I wanted her like this forever. Just begging and pleading, writhing in the pleasure that I was bringing her, each and every time.

  Every time I slammed into her, I grunted, reveling in the way her body accepted blow after blow from me.

  Somehow, I managed to only fuck her long enough to get us both off before I actually let her escape my grasp. Her cries of ecstasy had driven me to a quick finish after I felt her entire body tense around me, milking me for every last bit of pleasure I could provide her with.

  I smiled at the way she stayed close after I was done taking her. Feeling the shaking that possessed her from her lingering orgasm was mind-blowing, and had me wanting to mount her again to hear her screams.

  Sara’s laugh pierced my thoughts, causing me to smile.

  “What?” I asked, raising my eyebrows at her.

  My phone began to ring the second the question was out of my mouth, and we both tensed, faces suddenly straight.

  I snatched it up, answering it immediately.

  If Tyler was headed here, we needed to move now.

  “What happened?” I asked the second I got the phone to my head. Every time I heard from them, things were just getting worse.

  “It’s Mark,” Ben, my fourth, said from the other line. Fuck. Mark was still in the hospital, and I had slept the night away.

  “Tell me,” I demanded, keeping my voice low.

  “He was attacked by Tyler’s boy’s last night in his room,” Ben said, sounding more worried than he’d care to admit to.

  I sat bolt upright, suddenly aware of every last bit of tension within my body. They had attacked one of my boys, and they were going to fucking pay for it. How had they even gotten into the damn place? Wasn’t there some sort of security?

  “How bad?” I asked.

  “He’s alive,” Ben said. “But, we don’t know.”

  The fact that he was alive was great, but Ben made it sound like he was quite literally on the edge now, and I could not sit in this fucking room hiding without seeing him. To hell with Tyler’s boys. I was going to check on Mark, and then I was going to end this. No one else was going to get hurt because of this.

  I’d kill all of them if I had to.

  “Are the cops still at the hospital?” I asked.

  This caught Sara’s attention. Apparently what I was planning on doing did not escape her notice, because the look on her face was nothing short of livid.

  “They’re gone,” Ben said, sounding uneasy as he worked out why I was asking as well. “Look man, you don’t want to risk this,” he said. “Mark will be okay. Let it blow over.”

  That was no longer an option. I couldn’t risk Tyler continuing to attack the people I cared for because he was on some crazed rampage to protect his lack of pride.

  “I’m coming,” I said into the phone, and Sara jumped up. “This ends tonight.”

  “You are not going there,” Sara screeched as I hung up the phone. I raised my eyebrows as she raged on. “You can’t get caught.”

  “I have to,” I said, calmly, even though I felt anything but calm. “Mark might not make it. I need to see him, and then I’m going to talk to Tyler. This has to stop.”

  “He’ll kill you,” she said, and the worry on her face had me damn near considering staying here with her or running off for good, but I couldn’t abandon my boys like that. They were waiting to see what I wanted them to do, and it was time for me to start giving orders.

  “He can certainly try,” I said, giving her a teasing grin.

  “This isn’t a good time for your insane male ego to take over,” Sara said, looking furious. “If you go after him, he might kill you.”

  She didn’t ask the next question on her mind, which was probably “then what will happen to me?” judging by the look in her eyes.

  This was exactly why I had to end this mess before it continued. I couldn’t have all of these people running around wondering who Tyler was going to hurt next. What I didn’t tell her was that I was really looking forward to finishing what I started with Tyler at the bar, and this time Sara wasn’t going to be there to stop me.

  I have been putting off taking down Tyler, but enough was enough.

  “I’m going to handle this,” I said, watching her face flush with anger all over again. “And then I will come back and get you.”

  “You are not leaving me here,” Sara said, her voice tight and small, as if I had insulted her.

  “You’re staying here where it is safe, and when I’m done I will come to get you,” I said, brushing her hair back from her eyes.

  “You aren’t going out there,” Sara said, looking ready to fight me on it.

  “You will stay in the hotel room,” I said, firmly. “And when I return we can give you another lesson on what happens when you try to tell me what to do.”

  The flush in her cheeks and the way she bit her lip demonstrated perfectly how she felt about that idea.

  “I ha
ve to handle this, Sara,” I said, meeting her eyes and giving her an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, but I promise I’ll come back to get you as soon as I’m done. Just stay here, and call me if you need anything, okay?”

  She looked pissed, but as if she had resigned herself to following my instruction. I didn’t know if it was an act of obedience or respect, but she sighed and nodded her head.

  “Fine,” she said. “But if you go out there and get yourself killed, I’m going to be pissed.”

  I chuckled.

  “I have absolutely no trouble believing that.” I said.

  “If you get yourself hurt, I might just consider punishing you,” she said, fully committing to the threat in her tone.

  My cock twitched.

  I would never let her do that, of course, but god if it wasn’t a little hot to imagine her having me tied up if for no other reason than so I could free myself and show her who was really in charge. Something told me those would be very long, cruel lessons for me to teach.

  “If you ever even tried,” I said, my voice low. “I would punish you every day for a year.”

  She reddened.

  “You would be grateful for weeks when you could actually sit without an aching ass, and I can assure you that they would be far and few in-between,” I threatened, but I smiled all the same.

  Sara bit her damned lip again, and I was about ready to tie her down again.

  Guilt pinged through my mind.

  Sex would come later, but for now I desperately needed to see Mark and bring an end to all of this. Once Tyler was dead, I could come back and grab Sara before we took off and found a way to make a new life off the radar.

  Of course, that a would be a long talk to have with her after it I handled this.

  “Stay here,” I said, standing up and getting dressed.

  Sara watched me in silence, clearly not thrilled about the fact that I was still going out there. There was a chance I wouldn’t come back, but at least with me out of the picture, Sara could go to the cops and hopefully get protection from them.

  God, what a fucking mess.

  “I’ll be back,” I said, surprisingly myself by kissing her on the head before heading out the door. I heard the sound of the door locking behind me.

  Smart girl.

  Thirteen

  Sara

  The anxiety that tore through me the second I locked the door had me ready to fall to the ground as my breathing came more and more quickly as the reality of the last twenty-four hours crashed into me. Somehow, I managed to make my way to the bed, where I could sit as I tried to find my way back to lucidity.

  The cold, foreign feeling of the cheap motel comforter did nothing to help with the feeling that I had mistakenly walked into someone else’s life. There was no way that I was going to find my equilibrium by sitting here.

  Standing to stretch out the desire to run from my legs, I took the time to thoroughly survey the hotel room. I’d never stayed in a place like this. Who knew what kind of horrifying surprises might lie in wait for me in such lodgings?

  I opened the drawer to the nightstand first. Surely there would be something in here that would amuse and amaze. With a laugh, I realized that the motel nightstand did not disappoint. Inside the drawer was a bible, a half-bent motel notepad with no pen, and a box of condoms with a sticker price of two dollars a pop, and a small bottle of lube for a daring ten dollars. There was now absolutely no mistaking who their primary clientele was.

  As I let my mind temporarily drift to the previous night and morning’s events, I bit my lip and chastised myself for fitting in with this motel’s crowd. I sighed with frustration at the thought of Ryder’s hand between my legs, then winced, wondering how I could even be thinking about wanting him again when he might not be coming back at all.

  My breathing began to quicken again and I shook my head, as if that would drive the fear away. I continued my exploration of the room with the wardrobe. When I opened the doors, I let out a hysterical laugh at the sight of three garment bags showcasing cheap, lacy underwear and a bra in various sizes. The price tag said each bag was thirty dollars a set. I didn’t care if Ryder wanted to punish me for spending on his credit card, I was absolutely putting this on after a nice, long shower.

  The idea of taking a shower to help calm my nerves made so much sense it was astounding to me how I had even for a minute done anything else after Ryder’s departure. I went into the bathroom, turning on the shower and praying that despite the creepiness of this place, they had a capable water heater.

  I sighed with relief as the water began to steam, alerting me to the fact that it had warmed up well beyond the expected motel chill. This was going to be exactly what I needed.

  Stepping into the shower, I walked directly into the stream of hot water, allowing it to find its way down my body in gentle rivulets. For the first time since before any of this happened, I felt as if I could breathe. There was absolutely no denying the fact that things were really bad right now, but the warmth of the water as it cleansed me of the previous night’s remnants had my shoulders relaxing in a way that made me realize how sore they were.

  A part of me wondered how much of the soreness was from Ryder pinning my arms behind my back as he punished me. That same part began to burn at the thought. Biting my lip, I chased that thought away. I would not be the girl who masturbated in a motel shower.

  Still, as the ache between my legs throbbed, I found myself considering it more and more. Something about Ryder had me clawing up the damn walls, and I needed a release.

  Shuddering, I wondered if there would be a punishment for finishing without his permission. Something told me there would be, and that same voice beckoned me to find what exactly the punishment for such a crime was.

  The way my body tensed with apprehension and excitement to the prospect of being punished by Ryder had me questioning who I even was at this point. I had always been a control freak. I would go with the flow, but if I set my mind on something, it happened. Period. So how did it make any sense that the best orgasms of my young life were caused by a guy who spanked me for bad behavior and demanded that I submit to him?

  I mean, I always liked a little competition, but this wasn’t even that. This was Ryder demanding that I accept whatever he chose to deal me, and me hungrily accepting it as if it was all that I needed.

  My hands drifted down my sides. Reaching down with one hand, I cupped my sore butt, feeling the dull remnants of Ryder’s punishments from the night before. Again, I was biting my lip, and again I felt the heat between my legs continue to grow.

  Never in my life had I yearned for a guy the way I was for Ryder right now. This was almost too much. Every part of my body longed for whatever punishment or pleasure he wanted to give it. The mere idea of what he had already done to me had my hand moving shamefully close to the source of the heat. I groaned in frustration, wondering who this new slutty version of myself was. That self-consciousness was no match for the electricity that shot through me when my fingers found their destination. It wasn’t Ryder, but it would have to do for now.

  My movements started slow. There was a gentleness I could give to myself that I didn’t want from Ryder. In contrast to what I had just endured, the meekness seemed almost laughable. I wanted him to be there to see me, to chide me for playing without him. I had always prided myself on making men work for it, but something told me that I would literally follow any command that Ryder gave me. My hand began working at a frenzied pace as I thought about what else he might do to me if he were there.

  Would he demand that I stop touching myself, or would he make me continue in spite of how badly I wanted to feel his body against mine? My punishment would be the few feet of distance he would refuse to close until I was finished. The sheer thought of Ryder scolding me for my trashy behavior made my stomach drop in the best way imaginable. He would threaten to punish me for my embarrassingly slutty actions. This new version of me apparently really enjoyed being chastis
ed for her sins. The white hot wave of pleasure wracked my frame when I imagined a variety of deliciously obscene punishments I would love to endure at his hands.

  Removing my hand from between my legs had me wondering if I was possibly just losing my mind and reacting to the insanity of the night’s events, but the more I started to think about it, the more I realized how badly I wanted this.

  The bottle of multi-use shampoo, body wash, and conditioner did not feel like anything I would have ever trusted on my skin before today, but desperate times called for desperate measures and I was officially scrubbing my body as if I could wash off my continued growing need for Ryder.

  Fortunately, as I cleaned myself in the constant stream of water, I found myself beginning to consider how I was going to make it known that I had masturbated in the shower while I replayed his actions and then climaxed at the mere fantasy of him scolding me for mine. Something told me he might enjoy it as much as I did.

  We would certainly both enjoy him punishing me for it, anyway.

  I sucked in a sharp breath at the thought of him forcing me to recreate the scene for him. How detailed would he demand I be when I recreated the scene for him while he watched, amused and ready to make me pay for my actions in the best possible way.

  God, who was I?

  An imaginary chuckle had me considering getting myself dirty all over again, but if I was going to be punished for touching myself later, might as well only risk it for masturbating once until I knew what the punishment for such an offense was. I wondered when I would know exactly how much spanking was too much, since Ryder clearly intended to punish me in the future. More importantly, I intended to let him. Maybe I should have waited until after he punished me for commanding him not to leave before I risked breaking some other imaginary rule.

  Turning the shower to a colder temperature was my last attempt to get rid of the desperation pooling between my thighs. Shuddering through the chill of the water, I felt the fire begin to dwindle enough so I could at least think about something besides Ryder’s hand massaging my freshly spanked ass. Ugh.