Page 40 of Savage Game
“I think about a six.”
He nodded and dropped the flogger on the bed.
A little dizzy, she allowed the chains to support her.
She inhaled sharply as his hand cupped her pussy. Her eyes rolled back in her head when he slid his hand between her legs. With his other hand on her buttocks, he held her in place. Even if she wanted to move, she couldn’t. She moaned as he ran his finger around the slit and touched as if he had the right.
She shook with anticipation when he circled her clit with a barely-there touch and teased the hood. The need inside her expanded, but she couldn’t move. Couldn’t urge him on. Being helpless and bound only increased the heat. “Oh, my goodness.”
Warm air puffed against her swollen tissues, and it was the only warning she got before he sucked her clit into his mouth.
Her clit hardened like a mini cock and every muscle in her lower half tightened like a coil. Her hips jerked, goosebumps raised on her skin, and her toes curled in the plush carpet. She trembled.
He drove her up and up, and as her insides bunched and readied for release, she sucked in a breath and held it. His tongue wiggled the hood, and the tight rein on her climax snapped like a frayed line. She cried out as her release rushed over her in wave after wave of pleasure.
As her breathing slowed, he eased her down by nuzzling her thighs and licking the cream from her nether lips.
“Let me get you down, Kittycat,” he murmured.
She just nodded and drifted on the aftermath of pleasure. She was vaguely aware he released her arms and helped her lean on the bed. She pressed her wobbling knees against the mattress, not trusting her legs to keep her up. Chains clanged, and her legs were free. He wrapped a soft blanket around her.
And he half dragged, half carried her further onto the mattress. She tried to help, but with a boneless body and the blanket in the way, she got nowhere.
“Settle, kitten, I’ve got you.” He turned her and pulled her in a half-reclined position against his chest. She let her head drop back and inhaled his delicious scent.
She rubbed her cheek against the soft material of his dress shirt and played with the buttons. Her mind was still hazy, but she enjoyed lying half sprawled on top of him—liked the intimacy and the proximity.
“How did you like the flogger?”
His sexy voice rumbled in his chest, and she wanted to stay where she was and listen to him for the rest of her life.
“Kitten?”
“Um.” She frowned and tried to remember his question. Oh, the flogger. “I… I. You know, at first it scared me. I mean when I saw it first, I thought it looked horrible. I wasn’t too sure about you using it on me.”
He nodded and squeezed her against him. “Go on.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Bossy much?”
“Yup.” He grinned unrepentantly. “I’m a Dom, so get used to it. Now, quit stalling because I sense there’s more.”
She sighed and agreed. “There is. Okay, so I was nervous but when we talked, and you reminded me of the safeword and explained the intensity with a pain scale, the worry faded.”
“Good to know.” He kissed the top of her head and rested his chin on her hair. “So that was before we started. How do you feel about the actual flogging?”
She considered his question. Talking against his chest, she admitted “I liked it.”
No, that’s a lame answer.
“I didn’t think I would, but you… well, when you stroked my skin, I became warm and aware of you and my own body. When you trailed the strands over me, it tickled.” She wiggled her head until he lifted his chin, and she could look him in the face. “A nice tickle, mind you, not the nasty ‘it makes me giggle so hard I might pee torture’.”
His teeth flashed in a wide grin and his eyes gleamed wickedly.
He was so handsome it made her eyes hurt. “Why do you have to be so gorgeous?”
His expression sobered. “Kittycat, I’m scarred and could give small children nightmares.”
“Not true. Especially not when those children would get to know you.” She reached out and traced the deep pink lines carved in his flesh. “Will you tell me what caused these?”
