LILA

“Get off the tank. Turn around. Face me.”

Ryan’s voice was low and rough against the back of my neck, the first full sentence he’d given me since ordering me onto the bike. His hands stayed locked on my hips, holding me in place while the engine ticked and the woods pressed in around the secluded clearing.

I swallowed hard. My pussy was still throbbing from the orgasm he’d forced out of me with his fingers, slick and swollen and dripping onto the warm metal. The short black dress was bunched around my waist. Cool air kissed every bare, wet inch of me.

“Ryan—”

“Now.”

One word. Flat. Final....