Chapter 8

As I wake up and stretch, I notice Ryker is no longer in the bed. After he had explained to me last night what a squirter was, we had some more fun before curling up together and falling asleep. I still couldn't believe we had sex last night and it had felt soo good. More than I could have ever imagined. Ryker was definitely the most amazing man I had ever met.

I climb out of the bed, and groan at the slight soreness from last night. I grab the shirt Ryker had given me and pull it on, along with my panties and a bra before making my way out into the hallway.

"Ryker?" I call.

I hear nothing in return and decide to look around for him. As I start to make my way down the hallway, I suddenly hear a deep aggressive voice behind me.

"Sorry darling, I guess you didn't get the memo. Slaves stay in the rooms they are put in, unless told otherwise." it says.

I turn around to see a taller slightly thinner man with tan skin, snow white hair and silver eyes.

"I'm sorry sir, I am not a slave."