Page 54 of Savage Game
“I don’t ask, let alone demand, total openness from you. But I hope you know, I can keep a secret, and there won’t be much I won’t be able to accept.” She tried to lighten the mood. “Since I’ve prepared your breakfast for a while now, I’m pretty certain you aren’t some kind of Blackbeard who eats babies for breakfast. So, whenever you’re ready, feel free to hit me with it. I promise I can handle whatever it is that’s been eating you up for such a long time.”
With his heart pounding in his throat, Byron regarded the little submissive in his care. Despite her little speech, she didn’t demand, didn’t even push him. She simply kissed his cheek before snuggling just a little bit closer. She was right but… opening up about his ugly past? He shuddered and inhaled through his nose. With Charlotte this close to him, her delicious scent mingled with the chlorine blended in the water. The jets hammering against sore muscles drowned out the pulsing of the blood through his veins.
He sighed, raked his hand through his hair, and tried to settle more comfortably. “When I was eighteen, I was in a car accident.”
He stole a glance at her. Her expressive face usually showed her every emotion but in the dim light and through the haze the steam created, he found it hard to read her.
“It was the end of November, and we had some snow and sleet. My—” His voice broke, and he swallowed.
A small hand entangled with his beneath the surface of the bubbling water. She squeezed and rubbed their shoulders together.
“I lost my entire family that day: father, mother, and my younger brother. Garrett was thirteen when… he died. They all died.” His eyes burned—damn chlorine.
He wanted to run from the tub, but swift as a monkey she straddled his lap and snuggled her face in the crook of his neck.
“Thank you for telling me this. It must have been so hard to lose your family. You don’t have to tell me anything more today. Now, just relax and enjoy the water.”
Automatically, his arms went around her waist and he pulled her flush against him. Breathing her in, his muscles slowly unknotted, his racing heart slowed to a moderate pace, and his fraying emotions gradually settled.
They sat like that long enough for their skin to turn pruney and for the automatic balcony lights to switch on.
When she pushed again his chest, Byron opened his arms reluctantly. She tipped back her head, and he swooped in to take her offered lips—soft and warm, and ever so inviting. He reversed their positions and kissed down her body to suckle on her nipples. She arched into his ministrations, and he swooped her up into his arms. Ignoring the towels and bathrobes, he carried her inside the penthouse and lowered her onto a nearby couch. Goosebumps erupted on her skin.
“Cold?”
“Nu-huh.” She shook her head. “I’m hot. I burn for you. Would you”—she peeked at him through long, dark lashes—“please make love to me, Sir?”
“Oh, I will. But first I’m going to make you come.” He slid down her torso and went to do what he promised. Using his mouth, tongue, and fingers he gave her a massive orgasm in record time.
While she was still panting from the climax, he rose and admired the carnal visual. She was naked, flushed from the orgasm, and her breasts heaved with her rapid breathing.
Byron gripped the back of the couch with one hand and hooked the other at the crook of her knee. Spreading her open more widely, he stared at the junction of her thighs, where the pink flesh accepted all of him.
The wet slapping sounds echoed in the large living room and edged him on. He bucked his hips harder, pounding into her with abandon now. Watching her come had stoked his libido and he was determined to pour every last bit of cum he had into her. Sweat trickled down his back and his balls drew up. Not yet! He gritted his teeth and willed the climax back down.
With effort, he released his hold on the couch and licked the pad of his thumb.
She moaned, clearly understanding his intention. “Not again.”
Amused, he placed the wet digit at the top of her mound, just above the clit. She had one more orgasm in her, and this time she would take him with her.
The muscles around his intruding shaft tightened and rippled, adding to his own pleasure. She screamed, and he slammed deep—one, two, three times. He stilled as he exploded inside her in jet after jet as her pussy milked him dry.
24
Day Twenty-Four
Rising from the couch, Byron clicked off the movie credits. Charlotte hurried to collect their glasses and the cheese plate. Although yesterday’s talk helped, Byron felt stiff and even uncertain, and—although sweet and compliant—his kitten had been fairly wrapped up in her own mind the entire day. He watched her walk toward the kitchen. Time for another BDSM scene to enhance their connection and solidify their trust in each other.
Her Master had been quiet and withdrawn throughout the day. Not… cold exactly but she couldn’t help but worry he regretted talking about the accident. Should she reassure him she wouldn’t blab and break his confidence? Was she seeing ghosts, reading too much into things? Bugger! Why were man-woman interrelationships so difficult? If she asked more about the event, would he view her questions as prying into his private business?
“Kittycat.”
She almost jumped out of her skin as his voice halted her quizzing mind. “Yes, Sir?”
“I need a bit of time to set up for a scene. Please go to my bedroom, strip, shave, use the Aloe Vera cream from the counter, and then kneel on the white rug in the Nadu position.”
“Yes, Master.” Swiftly, she wrapped the cheese and placed the leftover food in the fridge before hurrying to the bedroom.
