Chapter 97: Question
Vivian’s POV
For the longest time, Vivian had thought that the reason she had let Bryce get away with treating her so badly, was because he was so much better than her, so much stronger. But now as the cycle repeated, this time with Ryan Terrell. Vivian was realizing that that had not been true.
Bryce had gotten away with so much, not because he had been stronger than her. But because Vivian had been the weakest link.
She was the one who hung on too long in relationships. The one who clung tightly even if the relations were supposed to be casual ones, and that was currently being proven to her.
She knew that Ryan had a woman that he was with. Someone from the same world as him, someone who was better suited for everything that was Ryan Terrell. It would have been better for her to let him go. Yet Vivian was still clinging to him.
She was so desperate for affection that she was willing to be the other woman, something that she had never thought herself capable of.
Vivian knew the pain of being cheated on, but to feel a little bit of Ryan’s care, she was willing to be his side piece. To pretend like she was unaware that she was the second woman in his life, that thought weighed on her as she dined with Ryan in his penthouse. The meal that his private chef had made for them was exquisite, but Vivian could barely taste it.
She was far too busy choking on guilt and shame to enjoy it. It was a miracle that none of the food and wine got stuck in her throat given how heavy her guilt was.
When the meal ended and Ryan led her to the bedroom, the two of them taking their clothes off once in there, and the feeling of shame intensified.
When Ryan kissed her, she leaned blindly into the contact, enjoying it for a few seconds before remembering why it was wrong. She almost leaned back and broke the kiss. But she forced herself not to. Reminding herself that if she wanted to be his mistress, it was something she would have to get used to. But Ryan ever perceptive noticed her moment of hesitation.
Breaking the kiss himself, he looked down at her, his blue eyes wide with worry, "Is something wrong?" He asked.
Shaking her head, Vivian tried for a smile as she placed her palm flat against his chest and pushed him back. The backs of Ryan’s knees, meet the bed, resulting in him falling back, his dick pointing up at the ceiling, ready and waiting for her.
***
By now Vivian had ridden Ryan Terrell plenty of times.
She knew how addictive it was to be on top. The thrill, the power it gave her was unmatched. It felt amazing to be the one controlling the pace, impaling herself on his dick. Bringing pleasure to both of them, while all that he could do was lie there, forced to let her have her way with him, only able to thrust up into her if she allowed it.
But in that moment as Vivian, her breath coming in harsh gasps, her skin covered in sweat, worked herself up and down on his dick. It was not about fun, it was not about enjoyment,...it was all about her doing everything in her power to make herself indispensable to Ryan Terrell.
She wanted him to look at her and not be able to look away. To see her as someone irreplaceable. A person that he could not be parted from no matter what.
’Please don’t leave me’ She begged silently as she split herself on him. Her walls squeezing him tight, pushing herself up until just the tip of his dick was in her. Vivian then went back down. Being extra slow with it, making him know that being cocooned in her walls was a privilege. Whether Ryan got the message or not, she had no idea.
But she liked to believe from the moan he gave, that he at least enjoyed himself. Repeating the motion until she was half out of her mind with pleasure, Vivian leaned over, her lips seeking Ryan’s.
’Gwendolyn Stuart the fourth cannot give it to you like this, she can’t make you feel this good,’ Vivian thought feverishly as she moved herself up and down on his dick.
’Don’t toss me aside like I am trash. Keep me and you can always have this, don’t just throw me away, and I will always be waiting for you, ready and willing,’ Breaking their kiss
Ryan stared up at her, his eyes dark with lust.
"Vivian," He rasped, sounding absolutely wrecked and she gained strength from that. Rising up, Vivian rode Ryan Terrell, like she had never done before. She rode him until he had no choice but to come, his dick throbbing inside her, as his entire body went tense. All the while, her walls gripped him tight in prayer.
’Remember this feeling, savour it and please stay,’ She begged quietly, a small cry escaping her as her own release finally came.
***
So long as he kept her by his side, Vivian was alright with only ever being his pleasure thing and nothing more. That was the conclusion that she had come to after that first explosive climax.
With her mind somewhat more settled on what her actual role in Ryan Terrell’s life was. It was easier for her to lay with him and as a result, the two of them had just finished coming for the third time that night. Now they were tangled up together. Their breaths no longer as frantic as they had been a few minutes before.
Tracing circles on her skin, Ryan called her name softly and Vivian hummed in answer.
"I know that what I’m about to say goes against our arrangement, but I feel that it is something I have to get off my chest,"
Rolling away from him, Vivian sat up and looked at him expectantly.
"What is it?" She asked.
"Will you be my girlfriend?"
