Page 70 of Savage Justice

I pause, raise my head to look at her. “Too what?”

“Someone might hear.”

“I doubt it. The walls in this place are two feet thick. And you’re going to be quiet, aren’t you?”

“I can’t…”

“I could gag you.” Actually, the idea doesn’t appeal that much. I relish those moans and squeals and little gasping sounds.

“I don’t want that…”

“Okay. You know what to do, then.” I return to my task.

She tries to muffle her response, turns her head and buries her mouth against her arm. It doesn’t do much good, and I daresay we’re both glad of those walls, constructed hundreds of years ago to keep out armed invaders and now put to another use entirely. If they can withstand cannon balls, they should be able to contain a few shrieks.

I nuzzle my way down her torso, detouring to flick my tongue around her navel then pausing when I reach the next barrier. Her denim jeans.

I sit up and reach for my knife.

“You can… you can just unbutton them…” Her voice is breathy now, high on lust.

“I could, yes…” But I don’t. I remove the row of metal buttons one at a time, then grab the heavy fabric and pull them down over her hips. I’m careful to leave her underwear in place, a rather fetching thong to match the bra.

I feel a shopping expedition coming on.

I don’t really need to destroy the thong but I’m on a roll. I slice through first one side string, then the other. The scrap of prettiness falls away. I pick it up and scrunch it in my fist “You won’t be needing these back.”

“You ruined them,” she accuses, but with little heat in her tone.

“Send me a bill. Later.” I briefly consider taking my knife to what’s left of her shirt but decide it’s not in my way. I take in the almost-nude gloriousness of her, the tanned, slightly rounded abdomen, the full breasts, nipples swollen and still moist from my attentions. And lower, the smooth mound, the curve of her hips, her long legs and elegant feet. Even her coral-pink toenails are exquisite.

“You’re perfect,” I breathe. “Every fucking inch of you.”

“Nico…?”

“Molly?”

“You’ve got what you wanted. I’m naked. You can untie me now.”

I shake my head. “I prefer you like this. Vulnerable. Fuckable.”

“But I’m not going anywhere. There’s no need to tie me to the bed.”

I get to my feet and unbuckle my belt. “Your point is?”

Her eyes widen. She’s fixated on the belt. “You can’t… I mean, you wouldn’t… I’ll do as you say next time.”

I smirk at her. “I hadn’t intended to take my belt to you, but since you mention it…”

“No! Please. You’re scaring me, Nico…”

Point noted, but maybe something to save for another time. I drop the belt on the floor and unbutton my jeans. “I’ll settle for fucking you, then. It’s what I’ve been wanting to do all day. Spread your legs for me, Molly.”

She still looks worried, though she’s stopped wrestling with the bindings. “You promise not to hurt me?”

“No. But I do promise to make it rough, just the way you like it. And thorough. I promise to drive my cock into you, deep and hard, until you come all over it, screaming my name. Then I promise to do it some more, until you come again. And again. Does that sound okay to you?”

She waits a heartbeat, lets my words settle, then a soft smile curls her mouth. “Promises, promises…” She parts her thighs and gnaws on her lower lip. “Show me what you’ve got, then.”

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