Page 29 of Savage Game
He ran a finger over the crease between her leg and her pussy. His touch was so light it almost tickled, but his stroking finger also felt amazing. More wetness slickened her opening, and she could feel some trickling between her buttocks.
Circling the one finger around her labia, he… played, and she tried not to squirm. Of course, she didn’t stand a chance against his resolve, and before she knew it, her lower half was wiggling on the mattress.
“You know…” His tone was conversational, and his finger never stopped the torturous, sensual assault.
Charlotte couldn’t believe it. She was drenching the bedding even without him touching her clit, never once penetrating her.
“I do think you move around too much. Are you ready for more restraints?”
Yes! Oh god, no!
He chuckled and skimmed his finger over the seam of her sex, pressing so lightly he didn’t penetrate. “She wants to.”
Her toes curled. She was so empty inside, it ached.
He slid up and around her clit and wiggled the hood. “She doesn’t want to.” Down again. “She wants to.” Up. “She doesn’t want to.”
As he slid toward her bottom again, she whined, “Please, Sir. Please. I can’t hold still.”
“What do you need?”
“May I please come, Sir?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” He settled himself between her thighs and followed the crease of her thigh with the tip of his tongue, circled her clit, and followed the path to her other thigh. She sucked in a breath, and her stomach muscles quivered. After his soft foreplay, she didn’t expect him to dive in, so when he used his fingers to peel back her labia and sucked her clit into his mouth with insistent pulls, she let out a little scream.
She curled her hands around the ropes binding her to the headboard. Needing the anchor, she cherished the safety the hold provided her.
Against Charlotte’s will, her hips began to undulate, but Master used his forearms on her upper legs to pin her to the bed, all the while keeping her open and exposed with his fingers. She strained against his hold and against the impending orgasm, both wanting and fearing it.
She was hot all over, and her skin tingled with a fine sheen of perspiration. Her breast and nipples were so swollen that when she looked down her body, she could see them jump with her heartbeat. But what took her breath away was the smartly dressed, dark-haired man between her legs. She couldn’t keep her head up as her muscles tensed, and her clitoris became even more sensitive.
As if he sensed her nearing the pinnacle, he slowed his ministration down, blood rushed in her ears, producing a roaring sound, her heart hammered, and she took in lungfuls of air as she approached the peak.
Her entire lower half was on fire, and then he lifted his head, ordered her, “Come for me,” and blew air over her fully exposed clit.
She hit the precipice, and wave after wave of pleasurable contractions wracked her body as every bit of pent-up tension released. He blew again, and she shuddered as the sensation wrung more pleasurable aftershocks from her.
She sagged into the pillow as she caught her breath. Uncurling her hands from the bonds, she tried to remember the last time she had been this relaxed. For the moment, everything was right with the world. Later she could worry how Byron never failed to bring her to climax. The only man who’d managed to do so in years. A man who wasn’t her husband. Although Liam had let his business partner use her for sex, she hadn’t considered it adultery since he’d been the instigator and present. Moreover, she never enjoyed any of the extramarital activities before, but now...
The familiar, throaty warning sound jerked her out of her head and back into the present. Something slick but hard and unyielding pressed against her anus, and she groaned. Michael loved to fuck her in the ass, and his sodomy always hurt. She was also sure he liked it because it hurt her.
The pressure eased. “Color?”
Without realizing, she’d tensed against the intrusion and, observant as always, Sir noticed. She opened her mouth to call, “Red,” but closed it again to think. “Yellow”—she stretched the word—“ish.”
Her answer surprised a chuckle out of him. Mellowed by the orgasms, she also grinned and lifted her head from the pillow. “I don’t enjoy anal like men seem to do.”
His bear-sized hand stroked her thigh, and again it amazed her how gentle they could be. “Is it because you consider it to be taboo?”
“No… not really. It’s just that…”
“It was painful?” he offered when she hesitated.
“Yes,” she admitted.
“Anal can be painful if care isn’t taken to prepare you first, but it can also be very stimulating. I will use ample lubrication and stretch you carefully. Can you trust me to do this without hurting you?”
Trust him—a man? Any man?The thought was ludicrous, but she did trust him. Sort of.
