Ryan Renewed: New York Ruthless: Book 5

I open the door to Shane’s office and see Conor sitting on a chair in the darkness. Flipping on the light switch, the room is quickly bathed in bright light and he blinks at me.

“It’s late,” I say.

“I know,” he whispers. “I came to find you earlier but you were with Liam and Mikey.”

Walking over to him I perch on the desk beside him. I’m still wearing my dress from the club and his eyes roam over my body appreciatively.

“You know you made me feel really cheap earlier,” I whisper.

“I know, Angel,” he reaches for my hand and laces his fingers through mine. “I have no excuse for making you feel like that. You have more class and elegance in your little toe than I do in my entire body. And I’m so fucking sorry.”

“I understand why it made you mad though.”

“Still, I was a jackass. Can you forgive me?”

“Hmm.” I chew on my lip. “Maybe?”

“Maybe?”

“Yep. Maybe I should punish you first though?”

His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he swallows. “Punish me how?”

“For a start…” I open one of the desk drawers and pull out two lengths of rope that Shane keeps in here. I’ve been tied up with them plenty of times before, by both him and Conor, but I’ve never used them on anyone else. “I think I should tie you up for a change.”

He arches an eyebrow at me. “You want to tie me up?”

This is not how we play. This is not our relationship. He is dominant and I am completely submissive to him when it comes to sex. But I have no intention of changing that dynamic; he just doesn’t know it yet.

“Uh-huh.” I pull the length of rope through my fingers.

He narrows his eyes at me now, his curiosity well and truly piqued. “And then what?” he growls.

“Well, you’ll just have to wait and see, big guy.” I grin at him. “So are you up for the challenge or not?”

“Careful, Angel,” he warns as he reaches out and grabs my wrist. “Or you’ll be the one tied up in here.”

I shake my head and sigh dramatically. “So, you can give it but you can’t take it, Conor Ryan. That’s such a disappointment.”

“Fuck!” he hisses with a shake of his head. Then he holds out his wrists and my heart starts to hammer against my chest. I don’t even know if he’s going to like this, or if I can even do it right.

I take a deep breath and channel my inner Shane Ryan – bossy alpha-hole extraordinaire. “Hands on the armrests,” I command and he glares at me but he does as I instruct. I run my hand along his muscular forearm before I wrap the rope around his right wrist, securing it to the chair.

“That’s kind of tight.”

“What can I say, I learned it all from you.” I straddle him and press a soft kiss on his throat and he growls his appreciation. I remain on his lap while I secure his left wrist, pulling tight until the rope bites his skin. He narrows those deep brown eyes at me but he doesn’t flinch.

“You all safe and secure there, big guy?” I ask.

He pulls at his restraints. “Seems like.”

“Good,” I purr in his ear as I pepper soft kisses over the skin of his throat. Those ropes are thick and I tied them as tightly as I could. He’s most definitely restrained, but he’s more than capable of escaping if he wants it badly enough. And that’s the Conor I want. The tiger, not the pussycat.

“Now what?” he whispers in my ear.

“What do you think?” I catch his earlobe between my teeth and tug gently.

“You’re going to take out my cock and ride me like a good girl,” he offers.

“Well, that wouldn’t be much of a punishment now, would it?” I flash my eyebrows at him as I climb off him and he watches every single move I make.

Pressing my foot on the small break on the base of the chair, I lock it in place to stop the wheels from being able to move.

“What are you doing?” he breathes as I take a step back from him.

“Punishing you,” I whisper. “I already told you that.”

He swallows hard, his breathing growing louder and faster.

“Showing you what you could have had tonight if you hadn’t been such a possessive asshole today,” I say as I reach for the edge of my dress and start to pull it up, working it over slowly my thighs.

“You love it when I’m a possessive asshole,” he growls and I smile because it’s true.

“Maybe,” I purr as I lift the dress high enough to expose the top of my sheer stockings.

“Fuck, Jessie,” he hisses.

“You like these?” I breathe as I lift the dress higher until my tiny black lace panties are exposed too. “And what about these?”

“You know I do,” he growls.

“Such a shame you can’t peel them off me yourself.” I catch my lip between my teeth and he narrows his eyes in warning.

“Then untie me, Angel and I will.”

“I can’t do that, big guy. Sorry,” I whisper as I pull the dress off over my head and toss it onto the floor until I’m standing in my underwear. My bra is sheer and my pebbled nipples protrude through the fabric. His eyes roam over my body and he pulls at his restraints.

I edge closer, leaning toward him so that my breasts are inches from his face. He lunges forward, his mouth open as he tries to take a bite but I’m too fast and his teeth clamp together with a soft click, making me chuckle.

“You’ve made your point, Jessie. Now untie me.”

“Made my point?” I shake my head at him. “I haven’t even started yet.”

I take a few more steps back as I reach behind me and unhook my bra, letting it drop to the floor. Sliding my hands over my skin, I palm my breasts, kneading each of them in my hands and wishing it was him doing this instead of me.

He sucks in a breath at the sight. “Fuck, Jessie, that’s enough. Let me out of these.” He pulls at the ropes again, making the chair rattle.

“You know I’d love to, but…” I purr as I tug on my nipples. “I’m having way too much fun seeing you squirm.”

“The longer you leave me tied up like this, the more I’m going to make you beg for my cock!” he hisses.

“Oh, I think you’ll be the one doing the begging, big guy.” I grin at him and then I look at his cock straining at the zipper of his trousers. “Because that looks super-painful.”

“It is,” he growls. “Untie me, Angel. I said I’m sorry.”

“Nope.” I step back toward the sofa and sit down. Then I lean back, spreading my legs wide and planting a foot either side of me until I’m revealing that my tiny panties are crotchless too.

“Fuck!” he snarls, pulling harder at the ropes until the chair starts rocking violently.

A shudder runs down my spine as I watch him growing increasingly agitated but I can’t stop now. This is his punishment, right?

I run my hand over my breasts and my stomach before dipping between my thighs and sliding two fingers through my slick folds.

“Jesus, Conor, I’m soaking wet,” I hiss as I circle my clit. Closing my eyes, I let my head hang back as the soft waves of pleasure roll through my body.

“I can fucking see that,” he snaps, still pulling on the ropes. “Come here and let me taste that pussy.”

I ignore him and he rattles the chair again as he pulls at his restraints. “Come untie me and I’ll take care of you. This is your last chance.”

I lift my head until I can look into his eyes and they blaze with fire and fury. The veins in his neck bulge as he struggles against the ropes. I give myself a virtual pat on the back for tying those knots so well. Shane’s office chair is sturdy. It kind of has to be given all the fucking we do on it, but any moment now, Conor is going to tear it to pieces to break free.

“My last chance for what?” I tease him.

“Jessie! Untie me. Now!” he barks.

This is it. The turning point. So, am I all in or not?

I take a deep breath. “Not a chance,” I say, maintaining eye contact as I sink two fingers inside my pussy and groan in pleasure.

That tips him over the edge and he struggles some more before he lets out a roar of frustration and rips the armrests clean off the chair.

I swallow a gulp of air as he stands, two huge pieces of metal dangling from his arms as he works quickly to untie the ropes now that he can reach them.

All I can do is watch him. I’m frozen still. My heart pounding in my chest as I wait for him to make his way over to me. He looks like he’s been possessed by a demon – but he has never looked hotter. He is about to fuck me into oblivion and I am totally here for it.

Just as he’s loosening the last of the rope he looks up at me, his eyes burning into me so fiercely I feel like I might melt.

“You’d better run, Angel,” he says as he licks his lips and I realize he is not playing.

I spring up from the sofa and run straight for the door. My stockinged feet don’t have the best grip and I can’t move as fast as I’d like to.

I run straight into the hallway. My heart beats wildly in my chest. Adrenaline pulses through my veins giving me a surge of energy as I race toward the other end of the apartment.

My rational brain knows I’m not in any real danger, but that doesn’t stop the fight or flight response from completely overtaking my body.

When I hear Conor running behind me, I pump my arms faster, trying to get a grip on the solid wooden floor as my feet slide back slightly every time I take a step, losing me vital seconds. I mean as if Conor being a foot taller than me didn’t already give him enough of an advantage. I gasp for breath as I hear him closing in behind me, getting closer with each second no matter how fast I run.

I sense him before I feel him and I yelp in terror right before he body-slams me into the wall, shaking the breath from my lungs. I tremble beneath the weight of him as he pins me against the cool plaster.

His hot breath dances over the skin of my neck, making me shiver. “You should have run faster,” he growls in my ear and I almost pass out from terror, anticipation and excitement. Then his hands are pulling at the waistband of my panties and he tears them off me in one swift move and the fabric digs into my delicate flesh. “And you should have called for help when you had the chance,” he chuckles darkly before he shoves my balled up panties into my mouth.

All I can do is whimper, the sound muffled by the damp fabric. He pulls my hands behind me, binding my wrists tightly together with the same rope I just used on him. I try to wrench from his grip but he pulls the rope tighter until it pinches my skin and I moan softly as tears run down my cheeks and wet heat pools between my thighs.

When he’s done, he lifts me over his shoulder, slaps me on the ass and carries me to his bedroom like a caveman claiming his prize.

As soon as we reach his room, Conor kicks the door closed behind him and tosses me face-down onto middle of the bed as though I’m as light as a feather. Then he grabs the rope binding my wrists, pulling me up until I’m on my knees on the end of the bed, my ankles hanging over the edge and my face pressed against the mattress.

“Do not move a fucking inch,” he orders and I swallow hard. I want to look behind me to see what he’s doing, but I daren’t disobey him.

I strain to listen instead but the only sounds I hear are my heavy breathing and my heartbeat thumping in my ears. I figure he must be getting undressed because he isn’t touching me. Then I hear his footsteps on the wooden floor as he pads into the bathroom and the sound of the faucet being turned on makes fear and pleasure skitter along my spine. A few seconds later he is behind me and the warm water being poured over my ass makes me flinch.

Fuck!

I love that he is an expert when it comes to causing pain.

“Don’t move!” he repeats and I stay still as the water drips off me, onto the bed and the floor.

I mumble his name, the sound muffled my panty-stuffed mouth.

“Still think I’m going to be the one doing the begging, Angel?” he chuckles as he rubs a wet hand over my ass cheeks. I tense my muscles involuntarily. A spanking on wet skin is always much more painful.

“You need to relax,” he growls. “This is what you wanted, right?” He slaps my ass hard and it stings like a bitch.

I give a muffled cry and he slaps me again.

“Do you have any idea how fucking hard you make me?” he growls as he spanks me harder, making tears prick at my eyes. But despite the pain, wet heat sears between my thighs and my pussy throbs in anticipation. “How fucking torturous it was to have to watch you touching yourself and not being able to get to you?”

“No,” I whimper but the word isn’t even audible so I shake my head.

“Will you ever do that to me again?”

Dear God, yes!

“I asked you a question,” he snarls as he spanks me again.

I lie and shake my head.

He rewards me by sliding two thick fingers into my pussy and I groan loudly as I coat him in a rush of slick heat. He spanks me as he finger-fucks me and pain and pleasure fight for control of my body. Just as pleasure is about to win out, he pulls his fingers out of me and I cry in frustration.

Then he leans over me, tracing his tongue over the shell of my ear. “You smell so fucking sweet,” he growls. “I’d eat your pussy right now if I didn’t think it would tip you over the edge.”

I try to beg him to have a little mercy on me, but my words are drowned by my damn panties.

“Because you’re on the edge, aren’t you, Jessie?”

“Hmm.” I nod.

“It’s a shame bad girls don’t deserve to come, isn’t it?” he laughs as he pushes back up.

Asshole!

“And you’re so desperate to come, aren’t you, Angel?” he says as he grabs hold of my hips, his fingertips digging into my soft flesh. “Because your cream is dripping down your thighs.”

His words alone stoke the growing fire in me and the ripples of pleasure roll through my body. When he pushes the tip of his cock against my entrance, I moan loudly through my makeshift gag.

“You want this?” he chuckles as he edges slightly further, stretching me open so painfully slowly.

“Hmm,” I whimper.

“Only good girls get my cock,” he whispers as he pulls out of me and I close my eyes, my body pulsing with need and frustration. “And you’re not my good girl, are you?”

If I could talk I would tell him that I am and I always will be. Instead, I lie in silence as the tears roll down my cheeks. Every part of my body craves his touch, but more than that, my heart and soul crave his approval.

He spanks my ass again and a rush of wetness sears between my thighs, making me moan softly. “Being spanked isn’t really a punishment for you, is it, Jessie?” he growls. “You love my hands on you, don’t you? You love my belt. And the flogger. Anything that turns this pretty ass red?” He lands another hard slap in exactly the same place as before and it makes me gasp for breath.

“Maybe I should just fuck this ass instead? Leave your pussy dripping while I come in your tight little hole?” he growls and my stomach muscles contract.

I mean I’d take him fucking me anywhere with anything right now. I hear a soft sucking sound just before he slides his thumb into my ass and my thighs tremble.

“You think you could come just from having your ass fucked?” he breathes as he works his thumb in and out of me. “Or you need this too?” he adds as he thrusts two fingers inside my pussy again and starts to fuck both of my holes until I feel like I’m about to pass out.

“Hmm, my girl needs both, right?” he says as pulls his fingers out of my pussy and the wet sucking sound reverberates around the room making my cheeks flush with heat. “You hear how wet you are for me?” he hisses.

I mumble incoherently because even if my mouth wasn’t full of crotchless panties, I can barely form a rational thought. When he pushes the tip of his cock into me again, my knees buckle and I fall flat to the mattress, my entire body trembling with the need for release that he withholds.

“We’re not done, Angel.” He chuckles darkly as he grabs my hips and lifts me back up onto shaky knees.

I don’t know how much more I can take and as he rubs a warm hand over my ass cheeks, I brace myself for another spanking on my poor throbbing ass, but he grabs my ankles and flips me over instead, until I’m lying on my front, with my wrists still bound behind my back.

To my relief, he pulls my panties out of my mouth and I suck in a deep breath.

“You have any idea how much I need to be inside you all the fucking time?” he growls as crawls on top of me, wrapping one hand around my throat as he pins one of my thighs flat to the bed with the other. His hard cock nudges at my opening and wet heat surges between my thighs.

“Yes,” I croak.

“No you don’t, Jessie, because if you did, you wouldn’t have teased me like that in Shane’s office. You would know how dangerous it is to rile me up like that.”

“I…” I start to speak but he drives into me so hard that he steals the breath from my lungs and all I can do is gasp for air.

“You never keep this body from me, you got that?” he grunts as he drives into me again, fucking me so hard I feel like I’m going to slip into unconsciousness. “You are mine!”

“Yes.” I gasp out the word as I wrap my legs around him, trying to pull him closer and deeper even as I know it’s not possible because there is not even a millimeter of space between us. He bites my neck and shoulders, causing the blood to bloom beneath my skin. These aren’t the tiny, delicious bites I’m used to. They are hard. Feral. Driven by his need to mark me as his own.

“You’re mine too. You got that?” I gasp, because he doesn’t get to be the only possessive one here.

“Always, Angel,” he grunts before he bites down on me again and suckles my skin.

I’m going to have a huge bruise there tomorrow but I don’t care.

He releases his grip on my throat and pushes himself up onto his hands. “Sit up,” he barks and I silently obey.

He reaches for my wrists and unties me, working quickly so that my hands are free and I sigh in relief as I stretch my aching limbs. Then he wraps both of his arms around me, lying us back down and squeezing me tight as he rails into me.

I rake my nails down his back as my walls clench around him.

“Your cunt is so fucking desperate for me,” he hisses.

Our breathing is hard and fast, matching breath for breath as we try to take everything we can from each other.

“Conor,” I whimper as my legs tremble and my body screams for some release.

“I told you I’d make you beg,” he groans as he slams into me one last time and we both come hard, me roaring his name and him whispering obscenities in my ear.

When the final tremors of our climax have ebbed away, we lie together, him still inside me and our foreheads pressed together.

“Wow!” I whisper.

“I know,” he breathes. “Fuck, Jessie. You just turned me into some kind of demon.”

“A super-hot demon,” I giggle. “I thought you were going to lose your mind.”

“I almost did,” he groans as he trails soft kisses over the places where he bit me. “I need to put some arnica on these. Did I hurt you?”

“No.” I place my hand under his chin, lifting his head so I can look at him. “You know you could never hurt me like that.”

He narrows his eyes at me before pressing a soft kiss on my forehead.

“Conor?” I whisper.

“Yeah?”

“I am your good girl, right?” I ask, the words getting caught up in the emotion that wells in my throat. I enjoy being Shane’s brat but that’s not mine and Conor’s dynamic.

“Every second of every day, Angel.”

“Okay.” I smile at him.

“You are going to kill me one of these days though. Like I’m going to have a fucking heart attack from coming so hard.”

“You will not. If anyone is going to die from an orgasm, I think it will be me. But what a way to go,” I sigh contentedly and he laughs. “You might die when Shane sees what you did to his chair though. He’s going to lose his shit.”

“I’ll just tell him it was your fault.”

“Hey!” I swat at his chest. “Don’t I get in enough trouble with him without you blaming me for you hulking out on his chair.”

“Speaking of trouble.” He pushes himself up, pulling out of me as he looks down at where our bodies where just joined. He traces his fingertips over the top of my stockings. “I’m gonna need you to wear these way more often.”

“You like them?” I purr.

“Like them? I damn near came in my pants when I saw you standing there in them, and those fucking panties too,” he growls and his cock twitches against me.

“Then I’ll wear them whenever you want me to.”

“Yeah, you will. Because you’re mine.”

“Yours.”