Page 30 of Savage Game
At least, enough to let him tie me to the bed.
Her gaze dropped to the object he held in his free hand.
And that plug doesn’t look too large.
“Will you stop if I ask you?”
“Use red and everything stops.”
“I trust you.” She swallowed and lifted her chin. “Green, Sir.”
His smile flashed as he circled a finger around her labia and slowly worked the plug inside. She gasped at the sensation. Somehow, the stimulation at her backside added to the pleasure his finger evoked, and with the liberal amount of lube, the plug slid home without any pain.
“I figured you might like the plug.” Using his shoulder to nudge her thighs apart, he flattened his tongue and licked from the base of the anal toy all the way up to her pubic bone. Then he tilted his face so she got an excellent view of his smug satisfaction as he calmly stated, “For each orgasm, you’ll get a bigger plug. I believe the set has five sizes.”
She groaned and flopped her head back on the pillow.
13
Day Thirteen
Waking up in a beam of sunlight, she twisted to her back, stretched, and bumped her shoulder against something solid and warm. She froze mid-stretch.
Was she back with Liam?
The blanket around her naked body was heavy and she took a shallow breath. Relief flooded her senses as she recognized the fresh scent of Byron instead of the heavy mix of alcohol, cigars, and deodorant which seemed to cling to Liam.
Lying as immobile as possible, she took stock of her body. Her asshole was a bit sore, that last plug had been very big after all, and her stomach muscles hurt from the many orgasms, but other than that, she felt amazing. She kept her breathing light as her thoughts traveled back to last night and how Byron used orgasm after orgasm to drive her out of her mind. The urge to kiss him and to return the favor made her skin tingle.
Would she dare to?
As slow as a chameleon approached a juicy cricket, she turned and took him in.
The bright sunlight made his scars stand out a bit more, but that didn’t have her staring. Sometime during the night, the blanket had slid down and now revealed his powerful upper body with a smattering of hair on his chest and an enticing happy trail. The line drew her attention to the part of his body still concealed by the bedding. She looked at his face again. He appeared to be asleep, his features relaxed. Around his mouth interesting dark stubble formed a shadow, accentuating his sensual lips.
Her gaze fell on the covers again. She propped herself up on one elbow and carefully took hold of the blanket. She lifted the fabric from his hips and almost dropped the covers. From a neatly trimmed nest of curls an impressive morning wood stood at attention and saluted her.
A guy’s package had never appealed to her, not even Liam’s at the start of their relationship before his abuse took away every appeal he had. Now, this cock was a different story altogether and a thing of beauty. His girth was a bit more than she was used to, and his member was straight and smooth with pronounced veins. What made her swallow in awe was his length, the tip easily reaching his belly button.
She rose to her knees on the bed and shuffled toward him. The shaft was slightly darker than the rest of his body and the glans of the penis was smooth, engorged, and invited her to touch. On instinct, she bent and licked over the mushroom at the top. His erection bobbed, and encouraged, she ran her tongue down the long vein toward his ball sack.
A bear-sized hand curled in her long hair, and she froze.
“Good morning.”
His raspy and sleepy voice shot straight between her legs, and she relaxed when she realized he wasn’t angry or put off by her forwardness. Lifting her gaze, she met burning blue pools of lust without an ounce of sleepiness within them.
“Good morning, Sir.” She couldn’t contain her grin, no matter how hard she tried.
“Kittycat.” His fingers tightened, in a subtle warning, before he loosened his grip. “What is it you’re doing?”
Her relationship with Byron over the last two weeks had boosted her self-respect. Her lungs expanded to their fullest, and she decided to tease him a bit. “Right now, I’m waiting for you to release my hair so I can give you a proper morning blow job.”
He arched an eyebrow, and her cheeks burned. When she tried to avert her gaze, his grip on her hair thwarted the attempt. “Don’t go shy on me now, Kittycat. Tell me what you want.”
“I want to taste this.” Emboldened by his demand, with the tip of her finger she circled over the urethra slit and over the corona. Again, his erection bobbed and a pearl of precum gathered at the slit. She swept it up with her finger and brought the drop to her mouth. Darting out her tongue, she caught the liquid and swallowed.
The hand in her hair pulled, sending pinpricks of pain across her scalp. The sensation didn’t frighten her or slow her down. She was driving him crazy and stealing his control and the knowledge emboldened her.
