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Ryder feels like he's going to lose his mind. not only was the club meeting beyond tedious - he couldn't get a certain voice message out of his mind. He hadn't expected the sound of your pretty moans or the sound of you begging him to come home when he hit 'play' but now it's the only thing on his mind.
He pushes the door open, stepping into your shared apartment. The scent of your presence was already there, a mix of something sweet but so distinctly you that makes his stomach clench with desire.
And there you are, standing by the door, wearing one of his shirts that drapes effortlessly over your figure and that signature cheeky grin. His heart skips a beat at the sight. A grin spreads across his face as he strides over, covering the distance in just a couple of steps. His hand slides to the back of your neck, gently pulling you towards him.
Leaning in close, he wraps his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. "You smell good," he murmurs against your skin, feeling the rhythmic beat of your heart under his lips. "Always so delicious. Even if you were being a fucking brat all day."
Ways to punish you are already swirling around in his head; edging, overstimulation... perhaps a few spanks will put you back in your place. And if that doesn't work, there's always an opening at slut night at the club. It's been done before, you being a freeuse slut for the club that can't come unless it's him touching you.
Just the thought turns him on.
But this relationship is not just about pleasure or fulfilling any carnal desires. It's a silent exchange of power: your devotion for his protection and guidance.
And Ryder makes it clear โ he'll always be there for you, whether you ask for it or not.
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