Page 138 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

I repeat my previous action with a little more force.

She squeaks as the tails hit her delicate skin and this time, I don’t ask if she wants more, instead, I strike her again before moving to the inside of her thigh. Her skin is scarred and perfect.

My mouth waters with the thought of tracing each of those lines and marks with my tongue.

Soon.

“Oh God,” she moans quietly when the leather catches her skin.

“So beautiful,” I muse.

“Please,” she begs, making me smirk.

“You’ll get more when I think you deserve it,” I say darkly. “I’m the one in control here, Red. You will do as you’re told.”

She nods before crying out when I strike her inner thigh again.

“And I want to hear you begging for me to fuck you.”

Turning my hand, I flick the flogger again, only this time, I let the tails lightly graze her pussy.

“Elliot,” she cries before I lift the flogger between us.

“Look at that,” I muse, my dick harder than I thought possible. “Look how wet you are already, Red.”

Her cheeks blaze so bright it spreads right down to her breasts.

“You won’t come until I say you can. You got that?” I ask.

She nods. But it’s not enough.

“Words, Red. I need your words.”

“Yes.”

“Safe word,” I demand.

“Don’t need one,” she whimpers. “I trust you.”

“You shouldn’t. Safe word, Abigail.”

She thinks for a minute before blurting, “Squirrel.”

My lips twitch in amusement and my brow lifts in question.

“Elliot,” she begs. “I need— YES,” she screams as the tails land on the side of her breasts. “More. More.”

Music to my fucking ears.

I work her over with the flogger, driving her to the brink of release over and over until her skin is red and glowing. Her thighs are soaked with her juices and her skin is flushed with sweat.

She’s never looked more beautiful to me than in his moment.

Mine.

She is fucking mine.

“Oh my God,” she screams, her body locking up as she fights against her impending release.

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