Page 81 of Savage

I can’t believe I want to know—because I genuinely want to, not because I need to for my own well-being.

“How would you like me to do this, Master?” I ask quietly after several moments, after I feel him respond to my little teases and licks and brief touches to my mouth.

“Go slowly,” Hunter says, still playing with my hair. “The only thing I want to see is your hands staying right there at your sides.”

It makes me feel surprisingly warm inside to know he cares so much—or maybe he doesn’t really care, but it’s an exercise in obedience. It’s an exercise I’m grateful for, though, because I don’t need to do more damage to my hands.

I nod, continuing to tease and lick and briefly take the tip of him into my mouth. Slowly at first, then with a bit more fervor, I start to suck on the head of his cock.

I can’t say I ever liked sucking cock. I usually only sucked Dylan’s because he whined and whined that it was a basic right and all girlfriends did this. The men that I’d serviced beyond him, well, they hadn’t necessarily been clean or pleasant.

It’s different this time. Hunter smells good, and I genuinely do want to see him lose himself to pleasure. Maybe I shouldn’t. Maybe I’m being an idiot, but today has been so warm and almost magical that I want to do this for him. I keep sucking and licking, testing out his different reactions.

Hunter doesn’t make a lot of noise, but I notice the hitch in his breathing and how his hand on my hair tightens and loosens in turn. When I look up, his face is redder than before, and his eyes have softened.

I want to see him have more of a reaction, to lose himself to my touch and know that it’s simply because of my skill. I’ve never been particularly flattered by a man losing control on my behalf, but with Hunter, it’s entirely different.

I take more of his cock into my mouth, sucking it down until it breaches my throat. I swallow hard around it, coaxing it in deeper, and I have to fight to keep my hands at my sides instead of reaching up to rest my hands on his thighs.

Knowing it’s an order makes it easier. He wants my hands at my sides, so I should leave them there. I don’t need to worry about what to do with them. I don’t have to overthink things or try to do any more than simply this.

Hunter thrusts forward, but he pulls back almost immediately—like he’d done it by accident. I loosen my jaw and glance up at him again.

“Carry on,” Hunter says softly, his face flushed.

I like that he might’ve lost control, even a little, that his body might be reacting without his mind’s explicit permission, and I smile as I take him back into my mouth. My chin is slick with precum and saliva at this point, but I can’t bring myself to care.

Or maybe I’m proud of that, of being messy and bringing him pleasure and having the evidence of it on my face. It doesn’t feel humiliating like it usually would. It just feels… good.

I take him deep again, then ease up, teasing him and sucking in earnest.

It doesn’t take much longer before I feel his hands tightening in my hair and his thighs trembling next to me. I consider pulling back, but I can’t exactly finish him off with my hand.

I suck harder. Hunter groans and arches his head back as he releases into my mouth. I swallow it all as fast as I can, although some cum dribbles onto my chin. I don’t care. It’s proof that I’ve done a good job, and I gently suckle him as he stays there for a moment until it gets too much for him to bear.

Only then do I pull back, feeling good about this—about myself—as I look up at him and lick the cum from my bottom lip.

My heart flutters when I see the dazed smile on his face.

A split second later, the expression is gone. Hunter reaches down to wipe at my jaw. “Good girl,” he says. “You managed to keep your hands still, too.”

I nuzzle against his hand, taking in his praise with a desperate need for more. But there’s so much warmth, so much that’s good about it, that I can only smile at him. “Thank you, Master,” I manage breathlessly after a moment, wanting to say something, even if it’s not that much. I rest my head against his inner thigh, my eyes fluttering closed.

Hunter keeps stroking my head, and I’m happy to simply doze against his thigh, until he says, “Get up here.” He pats the couch next to him. “Hands loose at your sides.”

I blink up at him, not sure why he’s having me sit next to him again, but I obey. It’s easier to obey now, and I can’t even place why. It should be more difficult. I should resent him—hate him, even—but instead, I find myself wanting him more. It makes no sense, but there it is.

I sit down, forcing my hands to stay loose at my sides with my palms up, and I glance at him through half-closed lashes.

To my utter shock, he gets off the couch and gets on the floor in front of me.

“What?” I ask, tensing up. It looks wrong to have him kneeling.

Hunter pulls on the waistband of my sweats and pulls it down. Confused, I lift my ass so he can get both my pants and panties off. He sets them aside and kisses the inside of one knee, then he pushes my thighs apart. “Just stay still. No moving. Especially not your hands.”

I still don’t understand, not until his face is directly against my cunt and he’s licking between my folds.

I gasp, more out of surprise than anything else at first, but it isn’t long before I’m moaning and gasping for another reason entirely. To my surprise, he actually seems to know what he’s doing. There’s something oddly clinical about the way he focuses solely on my clit, keeping my folds spread so he can reach it without making a mess, but I can’t say I care because of how good it feels.

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