Page 13 of Savage Games

Her enormous jewel eyes, clouded with an evil twist of desire and fear, stared back at me. Her gaze then lowered to the still-bleeding wound over my heart. Running her fingers through my chest hair, she touched the sticky crimson liquid before placing her palm over the wound… and pressing hard.

I bared my teeth as a hot sting of pain, no more than I deserved, spiked down my spine.

Leaning against the wall, she tilted her head back and to the side, exposing her vulnerable neck. A perfect sign of supplication before moaning in defeat, “Make it hurt.”

With a roar, I tore the t-shirt that stood between me and her skin to shreds before roughly palming one breast while I took the other deep into my mouth. Sucking and biting her nipple as I relished the feel of her fingers pulling my hair as I kicked my own jeans free.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, I swung us away from the wall. Using my free arm, I swiped the various antique daggers and whips off the nearest heavy mahogany display table and laid her on its cool surface. Tearing at her jeans, I wrenched them over her hips and down her legs. She wasn’t wearing any panties. Roughly spreading her thighs, I leaned down and inhaled the musk of her arousal before running the tip of my tongue between her nether lips. Tasting her. Using my thumbs, I spread her open, exposing her clit.

Elizabeth’s back arched off the table as I sucked the tiny bundle of nerves into my mouth.

Using the tip of my tongue, I flicked it with a slow and steady rhythm.

“Yes! Yes! Oh, God! Richard, yes!”

She was so close to coming on my lips.

Just as she was clawing at the table, her hips bucking, I pulled away.

Elizabeth whimpered, her head thrashing from side to side from my orgasm denial.

“Only good girls get to come with no pain,” I growled as I bent to pick up my discarded belt.

Palming the heavy metal buckle, I wrapped the long leather strap around my hand.

Elizabeth closed her legs and curled into the fetal position as she watched.

“Please, Richard. I’m sorry!”

“Not good enough, my little bird. Get on your back and spread your legs.”

She hesitated.

Raising my arm, I slammed the leather strap against the edge of the table near her face. The cracking sound bouncing off the bare brick walls of the cellar. “Now,” I commanded.

Elizabeth obeyed. Lying on the table like an altar sacrifice, which was precisely how I planned to treat her.

As I stared down at the soft, fawn-colored curls that barely covered her pussy, I was already imagining those lips red and swollen from my strap. Adjusting the belt so that only about a foot of the leather strap hung loose, I lifted my arm and struck.

Elizabeth shrieked and closed her legs.

I had hit my mark.

“Open your legs. Take your punishment.”

“Please! Don’t!”

Grabbing one of her knees, I forced her bent, closed legs open and struck her again and again on her delicate flesh.

“Oh, God!” she cried.

“I’m not your god, but I am your master,” I answered before pulling on her legs till her ass hung over the edge of the table.

Knowing she would already be dripping with cream, I placed the bulbous head of my cock at her tight entrance and drove in to the hilt without preparing her.

Her body arched as she screamed before falling back onto the hard wooden surface.

Accepting my thick cock into her body was always an adjustment when I took it slowly. I knew she was feeling the pain as I speared into her with no preparation, especially with her already belted and swollen cunt.

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