Big Dog by Ryder Dane Page A

beside him. His hands went to her waist and he bent over her, zeroing his lips onto hers. His tongue demanded entrance, and since she resisted, his teeth bit down on her bottom lip making her moan and open her mouth under his. His tongue slid over hers, topping it and sweeping throughout her mouth, exploring every nook and cranny, retreating and pushing inside time after time, until she had to break the seal he’d set in order to breathe. Her t-shirt was pulled over her head as she tried to hold onto the cotton material, but he bound her hands in one of his, and used the shirt to tangle her wrists together over her head. She brought them down and tried to untangle them, but he nibbled her neck and told her, “Be still, you’re going to like this.”
    He licked down her collarbone and down her chest until he came to the stainless steel barbells she had in her pierced nipples. His groan and the way his tongue and teeth tormented one and in turn, the other, had her catching her breath. He grew restless and licked and kissed his way to the waistband of her jeans, and growled a frustrated sound.
    Instead of stripping the jeans off there in his living room, he picked her up, laying his mouth over hers, and started walking to the room she hadn’t opened the door to as of yet. She was tossed backwards on the big bed and his hands were at the waistband of her jeans again. This time he unsnapped and unzipped the denim and peeled it down her legs. She wasn’t wearing panties, and he rested his head on her belly. “I love this, you’re so fuckin’ hot. I want inside you so bad I might shoot my load before I get near this pretty pink pussy of yours.”
    He sat back on his heels and spread her thighs to see what he’d missed earlier when she stood in front of the six men in the tent. Her labia had hole marks, and the vulva had several indents that looked like someone had cut them with scissors. It was a sexy sight, but he wouldn’t have made a woman go through something that painful. Even the hood over her clit had been slit wide open. “I’ll be damned, I know this had to have been painful when it was done, but I swear it looks just like a fuckin’ butterfly on a rose.”
    She was trying to close her legs and he wasn’t about to let her. “It’s ugly and my scars are ugly and you are just being nice, or you’re horny or something; maybe you get off on deformed people. This isn’t going to work, I need to leave.” She was too embarrassed to listen to his lies. For whatever reason he wasn’t yet repulsed, but she knew better than to let it go any farther. She began to double her efforts to leave his bed, sitting up, only to be pushed back down by one of his wide spread hands. She tried to roll her hips and let out a small squeal when he slapped her between her open legs. It wasn’t exactly painful, but it certainly stung.
    “Look at me, woman,” he tapped her again, and she took a deep breath, opened her eyes and closed them and opened them again to look at his face. She hated crying at the best of times, but she was looking at him through a thick layer of tears pooling in the corner of her eyes, and sat up, swinging a fist at him when he pulled his phone from his back pocket and punched two buttons. She thought he was going to be cruel enough to take a picture of her deformed body. Instead, he had actually called someone to come to his place to see something, “Yeah, I want your opinion on something I have here. The door is open.”
    Within minutes they could hear the door opening and closing. She closed her eyes and his command to open them was ignored. Another swat got him a glare of defiance and when she saw Knight walk into the room, it pissed her off more. “You are a mean son-of-a-bitch and I…” The look on Knight’s face stopped her words. Big Dog had moved from his spot between her legs and she hadn’t realized it until Knight had replaced him. His hands and fingers opened her thighs as wide as