Page 71 of Savage Games

We hadn’t been in this room since the morning she had tried to shoot me. It was barely a month ago but felt like a lifetime. Still, I knew the memories of the various punishments, the restraints, the feel of my whip remained. Everything she had endured within these four walls was still fresh in her mind.

Elizabeth swallowed before nervously licking her lips. Turning wide eyes on me, she asked, “What about your injury? Surely it’s too soon.” Her voice trembled with each word as she tried to hide her fear.

She should be afraid.

My blood pounded with pent-up energy, a fire I had kept banked for two interminable days while I recovered. Now the primal need raging in my veins would no longer be denied. There was a driving need within my soul to hurt, to fuck, to claim her, to hear her screams of both agony and ecstasy, for this time would be different. This time I would possess her body as her husband, her lord and master. The need to do so was so tangible I could practically taste her on my tongue.

Despite her reluctance, she dutifully followed me into the room.

My staff had prepared it. There was a roaring fire and several of the gas lamps were on but turned low, giving the room a champagne glow. Taking a seat in one of the upholstered chairs, I reached for the crystal decanter of Glenfiddich Grand Cru that had been placed on a low table nearby for my use. Pouring myself a generous two fingers, I let my gaze wander over my beautiful bride who stood nervously by, twisting the fabric of her velvet skirts between her fingers as I took a long, slow sip.

“Take off your clothes.”

“Richard, I’m…”

“Elizabeth. Take. Off. Your. Clothes.”

She bit her trembling lip as her arms rose to the small pearl buttons of her velvet jacket. One by one she released them, exposing teasing glimpses of the cream silk corset she wore beneath. Shrugging out of the jacket, she placed it on the chair across from me. The simple gesture pushed the generous curves of her breasts against the stiffened fabric of the corset. I shifted in my seat as my cock hardened.

Reaching behind her, she untied the ribbons holding up her skirt. When it fell to the floor, she stepped away from the fabric. Dressed as she now was in only a petticoat and corset, I motioned with my glass for her to keep going.

Lifting up her petticoat, she placed one foot then the other on the small ottoman nearby to unlace her kid leather ankle boots. If she wasn’t so scared, I would have thought she was sexually teasing me as she slowly pulled the ties on the ribbons securing her petticoat. Finally, the soft linen fabric floated to the floor. It left her in only her corset and cream stockings secured with blush pink garters about mid-thigh.

“Get on your knees.”

I raised one eyebrow in challenge as she hesitated.

Fortunately for her, she quickly obeyed, lowering herself to the floor.

“Crawl to me.”

A soft whimper escaped her lips as she slid one hand and then one knee forward, then the other. Her hair had started to come loose from its chignon. Soft curls wisped around her face and fell down her back and over her shoulders.

I took another sip of scotch, the soothing burn adding to my enjoyment of the moment. I had made her crawl to me in supplication probably over a hundred times, but this time was different. This time she was my wife. My property… to do with as I pleased. The thought sent a heady rush of blood straight to my cock.

Finally, she was kneeling before me. Dipping my finger into my scotch, I ran the tip of it over her bottom lip, watching as it glistened in the firelight. My desire was so strong it physically hurt to watch the tip of her perfect little pink tongue flick out to taste the warming liquid on her lips. Knowing how that same tongue felt, flicking and swirling around the head of my cock right before I pushed it down her throat.

“Unbuckle my belt.”

Rising, her small hands ran along the tops of my thighs before reaching for the silver buckle. A white-hot surge of possession roared over me when I saw my ring on her finger.

My wife.

Mine.

I leaned up in my seat so she could pull the leather belt free.

Settling back into the plush softness of my chair, I looked down at her beautiful gamine face and her large emerald eyes. My voice came out in a harsh, husky murmur. “Put the belt in your mouth.”

Elizabeth folded the belt in half and opened her mouth, placing the strap between her teeth.

“Do you taste that? The tang of the leather.”

She slowly nodded. Her gaze steady on my mouth as if transfixed.

“Feel how the leather is warm from my body as it soon will be from yours?”

Her sharp, pearly teeth sank into the leather strap as she whimpered soft and low.

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