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Chapter 3 - Chapter 2

"Hello?" I answered the phone after my shift at 4 o'clock.

"Hey meet me a Melisse Restaurant at 6:00. Wear something nice." I familiar voice said. I had completely forgotten of my most recent encounter. I stood anyways and readied myself. 

After my shower I had decided to wear a black dress with a bodice embroidered in gold patterns, my hair was side-parted with full curls, my stilettos were matte black and my earrings were gold.

It was 5:30 when I left and 5:45 when I arrived. 

Where are you?

I texted the number that called.

I'm inside.

He responded. I walked through the doors met with a fancy environment when someone stopped. The man from earlier stood in all in glory in a black and white tux causing me to bite my lip at his figure. 

"My name is Ryder Byson." He kissed my hand.

"Natalia Murdock." I smiled and latched onto his arm. We walked uniformly up to the receptionist's desk and waited to be noticed. 

"Welcome to Melisse, if you don't have a reservation we will not be able to take you today." The woman looked up. And as she did her voice confirmed my suspicions, this was his ex. 

"Byson" Ryder hadn't even acknowledged her as her eyes widened in shock.

"Is this your way of spiting me?" She rose her voice a bit. Ryder tilted his head but didn't respond, a light smirk plastered across his face. 

"Table for 2 Ms. Sofner, if I were you I would keep your voice at a minimal, I don't think your man could stop your boss from firing you like I did love." He chuckled. I scoffed. He had only invited me here to get back at his ex. Typical. 

"Speak, whore. You know you want to." She looked down at me. I glanced around to make sure she was directing the question to me. She was. 

"Do you like your tongue?" I asked. She squinted her eyes in confusion.

"What?"

"Do. You. Like. Your. Tongue?"I asked much slower this time. She frowned. 

"Well, I need my tongue so I guess." She said clearly not understanding my threat.

"Speak to me again, and I'll cut it off. And I never go back on my word." I could feel a flash of rage fly over my body before it disappeared again.

She didn't respond. Instead, she walked from behind her desk and directed us to a table. 

"Your waitress will be with you shortly." She groaned walking away.

"I'm not here no make your exes jealous. You should've found someone else." I said bluntly.

"I admit, that is why I brought you here but on the contrary, you do owe me." He chuckled. 

"You're right. Here is this bill money." I sent down $200. 

He looked at the money and frowned. 

"What type of man would I be if I took this money?" He asked as I stood to leave.

"The same type that uses a waitress from a diner to get back at his ex." I started walking away when I felt a steel grip on my wrist.

"Here." He rolled the money up and pushed it into my bodice. I stared at him and even rose my hand to slap him when I stopped myself to avoid creating a scene. I struggled at first but yanked my hand away from him. As I walked out he chased after me. 

"Natalia wait. Please, just get some drink with me. I know a spot." She said. The sky was getting darker when I checked my phone. 

"Fine." I put my phone in my clutch. 

"I'm driving." He chuckled. I frowned but followed him to his car. It was a 2020 Audi Q7. I've been saving up to get this fucking car. 

***

We drove for about 30 minutes to a bar. A fucking bar. 

I got out and didn't even wait for him as made my way inside the bar was half full as all eyes turned to me. As Ryder walked in behind me I watched as everyone resumed. 

"Ryder." The bartender waved. I sat on the barstool as he sat beside me.

"Hey, Nick." Ryder smiled. 

"Who might this be." He smirked. Ryder chuckled.

"Natalia." I waved. He chuckled. 

"You want the regular?" Nick asked. Ryder nodded.

"Alright, and what's your poison little lady?" He asked.

"2 parts cinnamon whiskey 1 part tequila." 

"KInda hardcore don't ya think?" 

I looked at him. 

"Alright alright."He turned to make the drinks. 

"Drink as much as you want." Bras instructed. 

"I intend on it." I hadn't looked back at him. 

Nick slid us our drinks and moved to the next customers. I downed the glass almost immediately and gulped hard. When I looked over to Ryder he had done the same thing. 

"Another round?" Nick asked. Both Ryder and I nodded. 

***

I woke up in a bedroom that wasn't mine. I was practically naked whilst the bed was empty. 

I sat up and grabbed the robe on the chair beside the bed. Walking out of the bedroom i noticed an open door.  My head throbbed in agony as I remembered some very venereal things. 

His rock hard abs, his soft, skin, his size ,the taste of his lips, the feeling of him inside of me. 

"Natalia." Ryder broke through my mind. He sat at a desk stacked high in paper work, he fixed his glasses as he looked up at me.

"Good morning." He smiled. 

"Did we... you know-"

"Fuck? Yes we did." He stood up and rounded his desk. 

"I'm so sorry." I rubbed my temples. 

"No worries. We were both fucked up. "Follow me." He walked past me back into the room and into the bathroom.

"Take this." He gave me a small pill and a glass of water. 

"What is it?" I held the pill in the palm of my hand.

"Birth control." He looked at me. 

I stared at the pill. 

"Why?"

"It's been reported that when I'm intoxicated 'pulling out' isn't in my my best interest, and I don't wear condoms anymore... so take that please." He walked past me again and I followed him back into his office as I took the pill and downed the small dosage of water praying that this was actually birth control.

"We need to talk." 

"About what?" I asked as he sat at his desk. He beckoned me to him so I did as was told. 

"About this." He showed a short clip of him and I walking on CNN. 

'Ryder Byson and His Wife To Be On A Date.' I Leaned on the desk to read the title.

I had so many questions. 

"You must be wondering what the fuck is going on. I'll begin explaining once you allow me to concentrate." He groaned. 

"What are you talking about?" I hadn't even looked back... well not until I felt his hands grip my waist slamming his pelvis between my ass cheeks making me yelp. 

My mind instantly went back to last night when he was fucking the shit out of me.

"Jesus Christ." He groaned continuing to massage my ass cheeks with his hands. I couldn't help but moan in pleasure alarmed at the way he was able to pleasure me with his hands on my ass. 

He lifted my robe and continued to worship my ass slapping it hard every few seconds before cooling the area with the palm of his hand if he kept going like this I was definitely going to be at his mercy again.

"R-Ryder." I moaned a beckon for him to stop. What surprised me was that he did. He ran his hand up my back sending shivers down spine. His hand stopped at my hair gripping my roots firmly as he pulled me up to him. 

"Imagine what it would be like-" I wrapped my hand around his neck and moaned throughout his words.

"Hands bound behind your back, long hard strokes, hearing me groan your name telling you how much I love your fat succulent pussy, hearing it gush around my shaft... Imagine Natalia." He let my hair go and sat back down in his chair. 

"Anyways, that was just a suggestion." He chuckled as my breath was haggard and unsteady. I've never experienced that before, such a thrill with just the talk of sex. 

"Are you alright?" He asked I nodded and knelt down, I needed to breath, to soothe the waterworks pooling between my legs. 

"Come here." He pulled me by my arm into his lap and smiled pleased with my reaction. 

"Open your legs." He whispered. I didn't though. He pulled my back to his chest and grabbed my throat firmly.

"Open them." His voice was deep and hearty coming from deep within his throat. I did as I was told. He moved my panties out of his way and kissed my neck.

"Promise me you'll stay still." He whispered in my ear. I nodded my head as he gave another one of those hearty chuckles. 

He began with just rubbing my clit fast then slow, then fast again, he was playing with as if studying my reactions. 

"Hold on." he leaned up and opened his drawer grabbing something unknown to me. 

As turned he it on i heard the vibration and instantly my heart flustered knowing what that was. 

I heard as the vibration increased in speed. He put the toy on my clit not even giving me a chance to adjust. I moaned loudly as he held it firmly not allowing me to close my legs. 

He grabbed my breasts with one of his hand pinching my nipple enjoying as I moaned even louder. He sucked on my neck violently, his teeth grazing my neck as his tongue lathered over it repeatedly, marking a territory he didn't own. 

I gripped his nape and could feel my pussy throb uncontrollably as the vibrations stimulated it to the max. 

My body trembled as I came crying out lawlessly. 

He set the vibrator down and flipped me onto the chair. 

He stood up and began to unbutton his shirt while pumping the chair higher. 

"Look at what you did to my pants." He groaned. 

"Well... if you hadn't done all of those things it never would've happened."

He pushed the chair against the wall and chuckled. 

"If I never would've did that you never would've had an orgasm." He took off his shirt. 

"I can handle my orgasms myself." I rolled my eyes. 

"Is that so?" He asked. I nodded. 

"Make yourself cum." He instructed. 

"And you're just gonna watch?" I asked. 

He bit his lip and nodded. 

"We'll I already came soo..."

"It should be easier for you." He crossed his arms as I looked down at his bulge. 

"Don't you have something you need to worry about?" I beckoned to his clearly erect cock. 

"It can wait. The longer I wait now, the harder I fuck you later. It works out for me perfectly fine." 

"So now, Natalia, play with your pussy."