Page 56 of Savage Games

Her small hand grasped the dildo as she braced her other hand against the rim of the tub.

Rising on my knees, I wrapped my hand around my cock. Placing my thumb at the head, I slowly pushed into her cunt, watching as my thick rod stretched her open before disappearing deep into her body.

“Oh, God,” came her garbled moan as she tried to speak around the dildo.

Placing my hand over hers, I ruthlessly pushed the dildo down her throat. “Harder. I want to see you swallow half of it down that beautiful fucking throat of yours.”

Elizabeth’s body bucked and splashed in the water, but she wasn’t able to dislodge my grasp on the dildo. As I fucked her from behind, I made her fuck her own mouth, reveling in every tremor of her body.

She came a second time just as I released a hot stream deep inside her waiting cunt.

Her breath still coming in heavy rasps, I leaned back and pulled her onto my lap. Reaching behind me, I once more started the taps. Hot water snaked around our bodies as it warmed up our bath. Placing a hand on her head, I pushed her down onto my shoulder.

As I watched the whirls of steam rise above the water, although they should have been, my thoughts were not on the woman in my arms. They were on a woman from my past… and how I could use her reappearance to my advantage.

CHAPTER 19

LIZZIE

After two weeks of lockdown, Richard was finally letting me out for good behavior.

It had been hard enough to convince him to let me out into the world after the bird incident and my escape to Paris, but after the attack at the dressmaker’s shop there was absolutely no talking to him about it. I was ordered to stay within the confines of the Mayfair House property or face something much more isolated.

I had no idea what he meant, but I overheard him on the phone once talking about needing to double the height of a wall and asking about a boat landing.

Although I didn’t have the courage to ask him outright about the mysterious woman Harris mentioned, I asked him if there were any suspects. All I got was a kiss on the forehead and told that he was handling it. Even though he had said nothing, I was certain it must be the same woman who had attacked me on the street.

What did she mean to Richard?

On more than one occasion I typed Richard’s name in Google intending to search old images and articles of him attending galas and such to see if I recognized the woman on his arm, but thought better of it. Richard said he was handling the matter, and I needed to just leave it at that. To keep pushing him would only invite his anger and possibly a punishment.

It wasn’t just the possibility of incurring his anger. It was obvious he was mostly angry at himself for this perceived idea that he had somehow let me down. Richard at his core was a very old-fashioned man who deeply believed it was the man’s job to provide and protect. The fact someone had gotten past his security on multiple occasions cut him to the quick. It was in the way he shifted from already being an overprotective, uber-alpha male to basically a caveman.

I once teased that if he could, he’d drag me off to some dungeon in some old family-owned castle and chain me to the wall for safekeeping. The light that came into his eyes chilled me to the bone. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that that precise scenario had occurred to him.

After that, I kept quiet on the matter and behaved like a good girl, never even trying to leave the property. It wasn’t that much of a sacrifice. The press had somehow gotten ahold of the story and printed all the gory details along with a photo of me flipping them all the bird.

Richard was beyond furious.

Even though he knew it was pointless, he sent an army of staff out into London to purchase every copy in the stands. Later, the paper that printed the story suffered a cyber-attack that crashed its website and wiped out all its servers. Every article, every document, all employee files… gone. They went out of business the next day.

They should have known better than to upset Richard.

Richard was already gone when I awoke. Next to my pillow he had left a note on his usual heavy card stock. It instructed me to wear my new Chanel suit and to be ready by one o’clock.

The very moment the grandfather clock in the entranceway chimed one o’clock, Richard strolled through the door.

I could see why he wanted me to wear my new Chanel suit. With its cream silk georgette top and ecru tweed overlaying dress jacket, it paired perfectly with his dark grey windowpane check flannel suit.

Richard grasped my hand and lifted it to his lips. He smiled when he saw my engagement ring. With the fifteen-carat central sapphire and six pear-shaped diamonds, each about seven carats, it was a very heavy, imposing ring. Richard had already ordered a more subdued version from Mouawad for me to wear every day. Although I suspected his version of subdued differed greatly from the average person’s idea.

“You look beautiful. Are you ready for our outing?”

“Yes!” I said, bouncing a bit on my toes.

It bored me to tears staying in the house day after day. Richard had tried to keep me entertained by bringing in all the best chefs around London to cook special meals for us, but it wasn’t the same as getting dressed up and dining out on the town. And of course, he also kept me entertained with some pretty creative games in the bedroom, but that was just the nights. It was the days when he had to work and left my side that dragged on. I missed him.

His presence.

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