Page 18 of Savage Game
Either her tiny movement or something in her expression must have conveyed her desire, because he leaned forward, and framed her pussy with his hands. He pulled her labia apart and slid his hot and wicked tongue right over her clit.
She cried out and jerked her hips, knocking him in the chin with her pelvis. Her gut tightened. “Sorry,” she whispered and cringed, waiting for him to explode in anger.
Instead, he chuckled against her crotch and continued licking her. Primed by her previous climaxes, there was no slow building up sensation, and she shot straight into an intense “Holy mother of God what’s happening to me” muscles-convulsing experience. Sliding a finger deep inside her, he curled it inward and skillfully stroked over her G-spot while his tongue swirled around her clit. Her abdominal muscles contracted in rhythmic pulses.
Curling the tips of his fingers and using his thumbs to keep her wide open, he played with her clit and teased the hood. A high, tea-kettle-like sound escaped her, and she couldn’t muster the energy to be mortified. Her entire body was burning as little jolts of electric pleasure started to shoot through her.
Ruthlessly, he drove two fingers inside her in a fast rhythm, and her upper leg and pelvic-floor muscles trembled and convulsed. She was on fire, and he stoked the inferno to a blazing heat. She hovered on the pinnacle and held her breath. His mouth closed over her clit, and he sucked with long hard pulls. It was enough for Charlotte to go up in flames like a phoenix. With zero control of her body, her muscles contracted, and her torso twitched.
Everything inside her combusted, shooting pleasure upward. More flames of passion licked at her skin and burned through her. He kept the sucking and pulling rhythm until the feeling was so intense it became painful, then he slowed and smoothed the cadence to soft, his gentle licks sending shuddering aftershocks through her.
Catching her breath, she just lay there, a phoenix reduced to a pile of ashes until sunrise. After her racing heartbeat slowed to a languid pace and her brain started to function, she noticed how he was helping her to return back down to earth with long and gentle caresses. She struggled to sit up, but Master made his admonishing sound, and she stilled.
Like the mythological bird, she arose anew from her ashes, but, my goodness, was she tired. Charlotte threw her arm over her eyes and groaned.
Her Master shifted his body and pressed a kiss inches below her belly button, sending sparks down her body, and her abdomen quivered. He chuckled, the vibration against her skin setting off more rippling.
“Breakfast in thirty…”
At her groan, he chuckled. “I suppose I can wait a bit seeing as I’ve enjoyed such a fabulous appetizer.”
This time her groan was more a moan of embarrassment tinged with…
Nope! No way am I feeling a bit of conceit!
“Go back to sleep now, Kittycat. I’ll expect you in the office by lunchtime.” He gave her a final kiss that ensured she’d spend several long minutes trying to decipher how she felt about it, before he climbed off the bed and walked out the door.
Before she knew it, the entire day had passed. Though she had indeed prepared his meals and knelt at his feet, accepting every bite he fed her, if he’d quizzed her on what she’d done all day, she would have failed the test.
“Go on to bed now,” he said.
Her eyes flew to the watch on his wrist to see it wasn’t yet even eight o’clock. “It’s too early—”
He shook his head, cutting off her protest. “Kittycat, don’t argue. You’ve practically been asleep on your feet the entire day.”
“And whose fault is that?” she said and then jolted a bit when she realized she’d muttered the words out loud.
Master’s lips slowly curled in a satisfied smirk which she tried to ignore even as her supposedly exhausted body began to respond with a quickening in her belly.
“I left a gift for you on the vanity. I want you to take the day off tomorrow. However, do join me for meals.” With a single swat to her ass, he sent her off to bed while he turned back toward his office.
When his uneven strides took him from her view, she sighed and followed his instructions. Even though she gave a quick peek at the vanity, she was too tired and confused to bother with his present or his “take the day off” comment. She’d never had an entire day for herself since she’d married Liam and couldn’t fathom what she was going to do with herself all day.
6
Day Six
Turned out she didn’t have to worry about how to spend her day. Not only was his present an eReader stuffed with thousands of books ranging from the classics to some pretty steamy romance and fantasy books, but he’d also arranged a team of beauticians to attend to every inch of her from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.
Torn between being thankful and resentful, she brushed her teeth and stared into the bathroom mirror. Her hair was now shiny and almost golden, her skin held a healthy glow from body packings, scrubbings, and whatever else she couldn’t even remember, and her muscles were more relaxed than ever before with all the massaging and pampering.
Her gaze dropped to her now soft and beautifully manicured hands and fingernails. With all the housework, her hands always were rough, and her nails never looked nice, but now they and her toenails were glossy with polish.
However… those were the fun treatments. Less pleasant had been the waxings. Her eyebrows had been okay, but then they moved to her arms and legs and—totally mortifying—ending with her sex—and goodness, the treatment of her pink bits had hurt!
Still, most of the day had been relaxing and nice. True to his words, she didn’t have to lift a finger the entire time. Every meal had been catered and a cleaning crew went through the entire penthouse, leaving the rooms so squeaky clean she probably would have it easy for at least a week.
She rinsed her toothbrush and left the bathroom, thankful for the day and yet couldn’t dismiss feeing a strange sense of disappointment. Sliding into bed, she tossed from one side to another before a glance at the door revealed the answer to why she’d felt unsettled. Despite the wonderful indulgences he’d provided, she wasn’t the type of woman who needed to feel as if she were some spoiled princess. While she couldn’t deny being the center of attention had been nice, she’d missed the challenges he’d given her every day and the feeling of accomplishment she’d experienced that had nothing to do with cooking, dusting, or vacuuming.
