Page 19 of Savage

She bites her bottom lip, closing her eyes for a moment. “It’s nothing,” she says, shaking her head. “Just stupid dreams.”

Now I definitely want to know. I can’t stand the thought of her keeping something from me. “Tell me,” I demand, sitting down at the edge of the bed again.

Stef opens her eyes, blinking at me. They’re slightly glazed over—with tears, maybe—and she shakes her head. “It… Just… Ntimacy,” she mumbles.

“Of what you had to do there?” I ask. I debate for a moment, then position myself on the bed next to her, resting against the headboard. She tenses a little, but she doesn’t fight me when I have her lay her head on my thigh. I gently stroke her hair and note with satisfaction that it’s not quite as limp as when I first met her. A few days have made a remarkable difference.

She glances at me, her eyes a little troubled. I can see it’s bothering her, which is interesting considering she’d felt only pleasure moments ago. Dreams are strange things, and they can associate events that don’t make sense with each other.

“Yes,” she says quietly. “Bad things. But in my dream…” Tears well up in her eyes. “In my dream, I… I…”

“In your dream?” I press, lightly running my nails over her scalp. As I expected, she shivers at the touch. “Tell me everything.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she says, giving a shake of her head. “Please… Don’t make me talk about it.”

“Tell me,” I order, annoyed that she’s denying me this. “You said you’d be obedient, Stef.”

Stef nibbles on her lip again, not looking at me. “I just… In my dream, I enjoyed it,” she whispers, her voice ragged.

I swallow a breath. If I hadn’t just come already, my cock would be stirring at her confession. “Is that a bad thing?” I continue to stroke her scalp, watching how her breath hitches. She closes her eyes and leans into my touch—whether on purpose or unconsciously, I don’t care.

She’s already learning to crave me.

“Yes,” she confesses over a half-sob. “It was… It was horrible. There were so many of them, and they kept using me, and I… I ended up passing out, I remember that, but right before I passed out, I came, and they laughed, and—” She starts crying, her tears wetting the cloth of my pants.

I scowl. That is not where I expected the dream to have gone, but I remind myself of the state I found her in. “Did that actually happen? Were you made to service many men at once?”

Stef whimpers, then nods. “Only… Only once. But it was…” She shudders hard, her entire body shaking. “I didn’t come,” she says, her voice going a little high. “When it really happened. I’m not… I’m not like that.”

“Not like what?” I demand, even though I’m secretly thrilled that I was right about good experiences having been few for her.

“Not…” She shivers and buries her face against my thigh—so close to my cock, though I don’t think she realizes that. “Not the type of person who comes from… that. I know… I know some of the girls there do. I don’t know if it makes it easier for them, or harder, or not… But I don’t.”

I tilt her head so she’s forced to look at me. “You aren’t there anymore. You’re here, with me. Nobody else will touch you. And if I want you to come, you’ll come.”

Her eyes slowly open, still wet with her tears—tears that are only for me now—and she stares at me for a moment before speaking. “I don’t think I can. I always stay so… so dry. It just hurts.”

I inhale sharply. She doesn’t know how wet she’d been for me. She doesn’t know what her body is like when it’s me touching her.

“You’ll get wet for me,” I promise. “Your body belongs to me now. Everything I want, you’ll do.”

She closes her eyes again, as though in denial. “Will you… make me do that?” she asks, her voice wobbling. “Service… service lots of men until I pass out?”

The very thought of it sends rage coursing through me. I grip her chin harshly. “No. I don’t share.” I remember how Giulio had watched me with Stef, and even that had been almost too much to bear.

She takes in a deep, shuddering breath, lifting her head as she stares at me with more intensity. “Are you sure? You… Do you promise?”

“I have no interest in other men,” I snarl. “Why would I want to participate in an orgy? When I’m with a woman, I want her focused solely on me.”

Stef’s features convey her hesitation, her… disbelief, and I don’t like it. “What if you want to… punish me?”

“Are you going to give me a reason to punish you?” I ask. “But even if you do, punishments will be appropriate to the infraction.”

She quickly shakes her head. “No! But I… I…” She looks back down, her eyes on my soft cock for a moment before she looks away again. “I didn’t do anything wrong either,” she whispers.

That gives me pause. I know Giulio isn’t quite as friendly as he appears, but he never struck me as the type to abuse the girls in his clubs. From what my older brother told me, the Pavone clubs actually improved significantly after Giulio took over.

“What happened?” I need to know everything about Stef if I want to improve her to my liking.

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