One Night With My Brother's Best Friend

Chapter 3

Annika's POV

Ryan's palm on my thigh feels like a hot slab burning through my flesh.

I can't believe this is happening right now.

Ryan has never looked at me as anything more than his best friend's little sister. Granted, the ten-year age gap between us wasn't helping matters, but I never imagined there would be a world where Ryan would place his hand on me with that look in his eyes. A look that causes my skin to burn with heat and my thighs to clench tighter.

"What's your favourite part?" He asks, his breathing now fanning the side of my neck and causing goosebumps to break out across my skin.

My favourite part?

I look back at the couple. The man is pounding into the woman who is now flat on the bed, forced to take whatever he gives to her.

I swallow and clear my throat which suddenly feels clasped up. "When he used the riding crop on her," I whisper.

It was the scene that made me bolt out of here and run into Ryan at the entrance. If I'm being true to myself, watching that scene had invoked something in me that I didn't know how to deal with, so I ran.

Ryan squeezes my thigh. "My favourite part was when he had her begging for him to stop."

A whimper escapes my lips before I can hold it back and I suddenly feel lightheaded.

Ryan pulls away -both his lips and his hand- and picks up his own drink, taking a long sip from it. He looks down at me and tilts his head to the side. "Would I be lucky enough to know what your name is?"

My brain shuts off and my mouth opens and closes for the first few seconds like a fish fresh out of water before my brain starts working again.

"Cora," I lie smoothly, saying the very first name that popped into my head.

"Cora," Ryan repeats, the name rolling off his tongue like he's testing it out.

I suddenly wish that I had told him my real name because I would love to know how it sounds in that tone. But doing that will just be stupid.

"I told you mine. What's yours?" I ask.

"Ryan," he answers right away, not having the same dilemma that I had.

I nod and take another sip from my drink.

"What brought you here?" Ryan asks, having to increase his voice a little since the noise from the stage has gotten higher.

"I was searching for something," I admit. It's something that I haven't fully admitted even to myself.

For years, I have known that something was missing from my s*x life. I could make myself have an orgasm just fine but throw a man into the mixture and I'm thinking of a new recipe for sourdough while he groans on top of me.

It took me on a wide extensive search where I stumbled into the world of b**m. It all seemed so different and new, and then I wondered if it was what was missing.

I came across the website for this place and that's how I found myself here.

"Have you found what you were searching for?" Ryan asks with an arched brow, curious to know what my answer is.

I move my gaze down Ryan's body, taking in the way his suit stretches across his broad chest, how his hand wraps around the glass in his hand, causing the veins at the back of his hand to pop out. And lastly, how the front of his suit pants has an outline of his c**k pressed against it.

I shake myself out of ogling him and drag my eyes upwards.

Ryan has a knowing smirk on his lips when I manage to drag my gaze back up to his face and I feel my face heat up.

I force the blush out of my cheeks and look down at the drink in my hand, watching the ice slowly melt into the drink. "I don't know yet. I don't know if this is for me." I tell him honestly, gesturing around us.

I came here hoping to find answers and I think I'm going to be leaving with more questions. I don't know the first thing about this world and I'm starting to think that I might not fit into it.

"How about I help you out?" He offers.

My gaze whips up to his. "Help me out?" I echo like an i***t.

Does he even know what he's referring to? How exactly does he plan to help me out?

Ryan looks completely unfazed as he speaks. "You don't know if this is for you, right?" He asks but it's not phrased as a question so he continues without me having to answer, "I can help you figure that out," he finishes with a shrug, looking so sure of himself like he just conjured up a brilliant idea.

"How?" I ask skeptically, even though my heart feels like it has dropped down to my stomach.

I'm not an i***t. I know exactly what he's referring to. I'm just trying to figure out how exactly we got here.

How did we go from sipping our drinks and watching a couple f**k in front of us to Ryan offering to assist me sexually?

"Just give me this night. Let me have full control over your body and before the night ends, you will know if you fit in this world or not," he says in a deeper voice.

That's the exact moment that I stopped breathing. My mouth falls open and I gape at Ryan.

I'm currently experiencing sensory overload. Is this what a stroke feels like?

Ryan finishes off his drink and slams the empty glass on the bar top. He stands up, digs into his pocket, and brings out his wallet before throwing some cash beside his glass.

He looks down at me and stretches out a palm. "Are you going to give me this night?"