Peyton's Pleasure (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 52,074
15 Ratings (4.0)

[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, sex toys, light consensual BDSM]

Peyton is burned out on love. After a controlling relationship, she is only looking for a little fun on the run. While she has plenty of friends who are men, she isn't attracted to any of them. When she meets Ryker, who instantly sets her body on overdrive, she thinks he just might be the perfect addition to her sexy daydreams—until he seems to be heading in the relationship direction.

She should have known he was too good to be true.

Ryker is ready to settle down, and he has his sights set on Peyton. But how can he win her love when she balks at everything he tries? If it's sex she wants, Ryker's going to make it all about Peyton’s pleasure. But will that help him take over her heart as well as her body?

A Siren Erotic Romance

Peyton's Pleasure (MF)
15 Ratings (4.0)

Peyton's Pleasure (MF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 52,074
15 Ratings (4.0)
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Cover Art by Jinger Heaston
I really enjoyed this book--had more substance than others. Definately a buy!



Then there was the stranger on the opposite end of the table from Grady. He stood a little over six feet, with broad shoulders and what could only be a muscular chest by the way he stretched the solid black T-shirt he wore. That wide chest tapered down to a narrow waist followed by a tight ass that instantly caught Peyton’s attention when he walked by her on his way to Grady’s table.

Of course, she hadn’t missed out on the front view at all. His jeans were worn in all the right places, and if that nearly white patch at his groin was any indication, he would be hung like a horse. Just her kind of man.

It took effort to drag her gaze away from the handsome stranger. His long black hair pulled back at the nape of this neck added intrigue to those equally black eyes. The crooked nose didn’t subtract from his rugged good looks one bit. Maybe the tats helped to give him that naughty look about him. Peyton wasn’t sure, but she needed to stop staring like a randy teenager and get back to her job.

Sid nodded at her when she called out her orders. His shiny, bald head and the earring in his left ear always reminded her of the Spic and Span commercials. Speaking of tattoos, Sid had them in abundance all over his body. He’d shown off the ones on his chest and back to them one night after closing when Jane, one of the other waitresses, teased him about it. Peyton liked Sid. He didn’t take any nonsense and ran the bar like the business it was, which was one of the reasons she loved her job.

Once Sid set up the beers, she arranged them on her tray and headed for the table where her hunky stranger sat. Maybe she could wrangle an introduction out of Grady. For some reason, Peyton had the feeling that this man wouldn’t be into relationships. He looked like he knew sex inside and out and put the dirty into it. Yeah, he’d be perfect.

“Here you go, guys.” She handed each man his beer.

When she got to the stranger, he grabbed her wrist instead of the beer. She met his eyes without blinking.

“You missed,” she teased.

“Nope, got what I was aiming for. What’s your name?”

“Peyton. What’s yours?”

“Ryker.” He let go of her wrist to take the beer.

She smiled and gave Grady a playful hug before sauntering off to take another round of orders. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up all evening. She knew he watched her and the thought thrilled her. If he were with Grady and the others, he had to be safe—basically. Yeah, she wanted him.

His group broke up a little after midnight and began leaving. The bar didn’t close till one, and it was usually two before she was off. No way would he still be hanging around at that time of morning. Maybe he would come back next week. She worked Thursday through Saturdays at the bar and waited tables on Sundays and Mondays. Maybe she should search Grady out and find out more about Ryker. But then again, she didn’t want to appear too anxious. That would turn a man like him off in a second. No, she’d wait and see what happened.

By two that morning, Peyton’s shoulders were killing her. They’d had a fairly busy night so there was a lot to clean up. With three of them working the floor, it didn’t take as long as she feared it would. She was ready for a hot shower and some sleep. Her shift at the diner started at eleven the next morning. Well, that morning actually.

Peyton slung her purse over her shoulder and walked outside the back door with Jane and Lee Ann. They always walked outside together after closing. Sometimes Sid would watch them and sometimes he didn’t. Tonight he was busy figuring up the till. They made it to Jane’s car first and left her once she was safely locked inside. Then Lee Ann was next. She waited while the other girl started her car. She used Lee Ann’s headlights to make it to her car without a problem. Lee Ann waved at her and pulled out. Peyton started to slide into her car when someone walked out of the shadows toward her. She opened her mouth to scream.

“Don’t scream, Peyton. It’s Ryker.” He walked out of the night and into the dim light of the street lamp.

“Hey, Ryker. What did you need?” Her heart slammed in her chest with unease.

“You.” He smiled and her stomach did backflips.




He took a step forward and crooked his finger. “Come here, Peyton.”

She shook her head back and forth as she took another step back.

Ryker smiled and stopped. He stuck his finger down toward the floor.

“On your knees, Peyton. Now!”

She immediately sank to her knees without thinking. Yep, she was a natural submissive, all right. He quickly crossed the room and grabbed her by the hair before she realized what she’d done. He drew her to her feet and shoved her toward the bed.

“Get up on the bed.” He watched as she fought herself before giving up and climbing up on the bed.

“Lie on your back and stretch your arms above your head for me.” Ryker took each wrist and tied it with the soft cotton rope to the headboard.

Then he attached the spreader bar to her ankles after removing her jeans. She hadn’t bothered with panties. Good. He ran his finger up her crack and dipped quickly inside her pussy to find it already wet for him. Yes, she was into this.

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked, a nervous tone in her voice.

“I’m going to make you come harder and longer than you’ve ever come before,” he said.

He watched her shiver as he let his hand caress her ass. If he had his way, she would pass out from the pleasure. That was his plan, anyway.

Ryker ran a finger from her knee up to the juncture of her hip and pelvis. She jerked in reaction to the light touch in the sensitive place. He now knew every part of her and how she reacted when stimulated at each area. He knew how to bring her fast and hard and how to slow her down. He knew what got her hot and what cooled her off. He would use it all tonight to prove to her she belonged with him—forever, not just a few fun-filled nights.

A fine film of sweat appeared across her lower lip now. She was beginning to get aroused just from the bindings. Good. He bent over her chest and blew a breath across her nipples. They peaked with her quick indrawn breath. Their dusky pink shade complimented her pale skin. He ran the tip of his finger around the outside of each nipple but didn’t touch the nipple. Then he leaned over and nipped at each of them. She shuddered.

“I love how your nipples stand up to be noticed. I think they want more attention than I’m able to give them when I’m busy with that delectable pussy of yours.”

He reached over to the bedside table and pulled out the sliver nipple clamps he’d bought with her in mind. A thin chain connected them. There was a weight for when she was standing up that would pull on them nicely, but he didn’t need it today. No, he’d do the tugging himself. He ran his tongue around and around on nipple then fastened the clamp to it and slowly adjusted the tightness until her quick indrawn breath let him know it was at the right tightness. He repeated this on the other nipple and when both were settled, he gently tugged on the chain that bound them together. She moaned for him, that deep sensual moan.

He checked her pussy and found her even wetter than before. He could hardly wait to bury himself in that hot, wet tunnel. There was still plenty to do before he could indulge himself in her sweet heat.

“I wish you could see how lovely your breasts look bound for me. I’d love to see you with a diamond drop between them,” he said.

Next he pulled out a hook and rope. He attached the hook to the spreader bar at her feet and walked to the head of the bed. He slowly pulled the rope until her feet were almost at her ears. Bent double, her ass and pussy were bare for his appreciation. He anchored the rope to the bed frame and returned to the foot of the bed where he could tease her to his heart’s content.

Ryker ran a finger through her escaping juices at her pussy and teased her clit for a few seconds before running his tongue from top to bottom in one quick swipe. She jerked and moaned for him.

“Oh, please, Ryker. That felt so good. Do it again.” She squirmed.

“Oh, I will. Just not right this minute. I have something else for you first.”

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