Page 32 of Savage Game
He pressed his backside into the mattress, to prevent his pelvis from thrusting forward. It was far too soon to take over. Another guttural sound escaped him. She was reducing him to a caveman. He pulled on her hair, forcing his cock in further.
“That’s it, Kittycat, tighten the suction of your mouth when you draw up. Flatten your tongue and take me deeper. Aghh.” His legs shook as he strained against the instinctive need to thrust his hips. “Lick under the head and wiggle your tongue. Yes, just like that. Use your hand as a counterpoint and twist your wrist.” Another groan escaped him. “Holy hell, kitten!”
He’d had his fair share of blow jobs, some good, some mediocre, some excellent, but none of them compared to this experience. A tingling up his spine warned him of his impending orgasm and he tapped her shoulder. Her grip around the base of his dick tightened and she bobbed at a faster pace, never losing her rhythm. Then her other hand found his balls and fondled them.
“Kitten!” He shouted and shoved his cock deep. She spluttered and swallowed, the contraction of her throat strangling his cock and spurring on his climax. Over and over, he pulsed in her mouth. He gentled his hold on her hair and he flattened against the bed, his breaths wheezing in and out. Little aftershocks sizzled through him as she licked and suckled him clean with the sweetest submission and care. If he hadn’t been half in love with her already, this might seal the deal.
This woman is mine!
“Thank you, Kittycat.” He bent down and kissed her, not minding the taste of himself on her tongue as he took the kiss deeper.
14
Day Fourteen
“Come here, Kittycat.” After disconnecting the conference call, Master pushed away from the computer and patted his thigh.
Taking a deep breath, she ignored the warmth radiating through her body and walked to him. His approving smile softened his hard features, and when she climbed on his lap without prompting, he wrapped his arms around her and murmured a “good girl” in her hair.
She exhaled slowly and relaxed against his chest. For a moment they didn’t talk but just sat, enjoying each other, and after a while, Charlotte realized she was synchronizing her breathing with his, in the same way she adjusted her footsteps with a person she walked with, or mirrored a friend’s posture during a conversation.
The sense of being connected to him on a profound and intimate level was overwhelming but exhilarating. He seemed to feel the connection as well and appeared content with holding her like this.
He’s such an amazing man–caring and controlled, and I don’t mind his bossiness.
When he leaned back and kissed her temple, she felt a bit sad and tried to get up. His arms around her tightened in a silent warning and reproval. “Don’t move, kitten.” He shifted her in his arms, so they could see each other’s face. “I want to talk about some things you might find hard, and I think you’ll need the comfort of my arms.”
“Oh.” Despite her effort to stay relaxed, she stiffened, and from the knowing smirk, he hadn’t missed her struggle. She sighed. “Okay, what is it you want to discuss?”
“Such a disgruntled face.” He chuckled, and her heart lifted as his eyes lightened with humor.
I’m happier, but he seems more contented, too.
She tried to school her features, but he rubbed his nose with hers in a sweet and playful gesture. “Don’t hide your feelings. I prefer it when you communicate openly and honestly with me.”
“Oh, okay.” She dropped her head, and her voice reached barely above a whisper.
He tipped her head back up with an insistent finger under her chin. “What did I just say about hiding?”
“Sorry.”
He blinked reassuringly.
Relief flooded her. “I’m not sure why I hide or worry I’ll displease you. My mind knows you won’t lash out in anger, but…” her sentence dried up in her throat and she chewed her bottom lip.
He hummed. “It’s what you’ve been conditioned to do and to expect.” With a fingertip, he pulled the flesh she was worrying from between her teeth. “Keep your eyes on me, kitten.”
He waited until she lifted her head.
When did I drop my gaze again?
“Excellent.” He gave her a firm nod. “This is exactly why I want you on my lap. We’re going to practice sharing our thoughts and emotions.” His teeth flashed and the lines beside his eyes crinkled. “There’s that expression again.”
She grinned too and ruefully shook her head. Hyperaware of his every move, she slid her hand down his arm and laced her fingers with his.
His much larger hand squeezed hers and he curled his other arm more securely around her back. “I’ll start and then I expect you to share.” He dipped his head and gave her a level look.
“Yes, Sir.” A different answer was simply out of the question.
