Page 99 of Savage

Stef’s lips wrap gently around my fingers, and she takes the tomato delicately from them. She eats it before returning to resting her head against me, and despite my mood, her reliance on me to comfort her, to make her feel better, starts to soothe me.

She doesn’t chatter at me; she doesn’t make demands. I continue to feed her in silence, and finally, slowly, the urge for violence slips away.

I stroke her hair gently, and she sighs, resting her head against my thigh.

“Do you want to keep playing your game?” I ask. I have no idea if she’s anywhere close to finishing it—there seems to be no point except to keep doing the same things over and over—but I enjoy watching her reactions while she plays.

She pauses, and I can see the indecision in her face as she sorts through what she wants to do and what she thinks I want her to do. She finally says, “I would like that, but I’d also like to pleasure you. I want to help you relax.”

The Stef I’d brought into my home two months ago would never have offered something like that—at least, not without desperation and bleakness in her gaze instead of this calm desire to please me. I smile at her. “You can definitely do that.” I take a moment to consider the possibilities, but I don’t feel like doing anything elaborate. “Take my cock out and get me hard.”

Stef nods, nimbly unfastening my pants and pulling them down a little so she can get to my boxer briefs. She nuzzles against my soft cock through them for a moment, mouthing at it, then slowly coaxes it free of my underwear. Her mouth finds my exposed cock in seconds, and she sucks me into her mouth in one quick, practiced motion.

I lean back and groan, letting myself enjoy the sensations of her warm mouth. She’s learned what I like and uses her tongue to massage the underside of my cock. I could easily come from this alone. I’m tempted to, even.

When I’m fully hard, I put my hand on her head and push her back. “Enough.”

She startles but pulls back, looking up at me. She bites her bottom lip anxiously, then rests her hands on my thighs as she awaits further orders.

“Come here. Face the TV and sit on my lap. With my cock in you, of course.” I don’t particularly try to sound reassuring, but her expression eases all the same.

She gets up, and after giving me another quick, hesitant peck on the lips, she turns away from me and gets into my lap. She slowly guides me to her hole, and I’m both surprised and pleased to find that she’s already wet as she eases down onto me. Her breath catches in a soft moan, and she arches her back.

I wrap my arms around her and kiss the back of her neck, taking a moment to breathe in her scent. She uses my soaps and shampoos, but somehow there’s still something unique about how she smells.

Although I don’t deny that I enjoy knowing she smells of me, too.

“Grab the controller and start playing,” I say to her.

The blue controller, sitting on the side table, is apparently the only “splash of color” in this room. I still don’t see what’s wrong with the rest of the decor or why everybody keeps bringing this up.

Startling, Stef turns her head to look at me, and her cheeks are flushed. She reaches over to get the controller, squirming on my cock as she turns the TV and the console on. “I’m at the hard part,” she says, and though there’s a hint of a pout to her voice, I can tell she’s trying to tease me.

“I’m sure you can manage,” I say, keeping my hold on her loose. Her cunt is warm around me, and I resist the urge to thrust into her. “If you fail, you do it again.”

Stef huffs, but she starts directing her character to fight the monsters. It’s a far cry from the detective game we’d played earlier, and a lot less engaging for me.

It does mean I don’t have any issue giving my attention to something else. When Stef goes against the first of the larger monsters—which she’d called the area boss—I reach up and pinch her nipples.

She lets out a quiet yelp, squirming on my cock, and she moans as she tries to settle again. The red bar at the top of the screen gets smaller. “You’re very distracting,” she grumbles.

“You need to learn to multitask,” I joke—and I can’t remember the last time I joked around with somebody. I massage her breasts, and her cunt tightens in turn.

A quiet gasp accompanies her giggle, and once again, she doesn’t get out of the way of the effect on the ground in time to avoid taking damage. “Damn it,” she says, but she laughs again. “This is harder than I thought I would be.”

I suck on her collar while playing with her tits, and I enjoy the way she squirms for me. I notice that her character has died and been sent back to the starting area, but is now standing completely still.

“Keep playing,” I order. “We’re relaxing for the evening.”

Stef gives a soft laugh, a breathless sound, and I find that I like it—and I like the way she clenches around me again as she squirms on top of me. “This… I guess I’m lucky this isn’t one of those games where if you game over, you lose progress.”

She directs her character to move again, and I keep my touches gentle until she gets into a groove again.

But when she’s got the boss at half health, I start tickling her sides.

She squirms and wiggles, clenching and unclenching around my cock and getting me to thrust unbidden.

“Nooo,” she whines, laughing as she directs the character right into the path of the giant axe right as it comes down. A few seconds, and she’s back at the starting area again.

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