Page 66 of Savage Game
He slid his hands over her body, all the way to her pussy. The Ben Wa balls were already doing a fine job in lubricating her. Her muscles went rigid, and her breathing became labored. He nudged her legs farther apart, opening her pussy wider for him. “I don’t want to tie you.” He wanted to see her squirm and struggle to obey. “But I want you to keep your hands against the mattress and your legs spread wide, can you do that?”
“I’m not sure, but I will try.”
“Yes, you will. When you don’t obey me, I will punish you with orgasm denial, and I’d much rather give you multiple orgasms tonight.”
Her hands fisted in the bedsheets, and opening her legs even wider, she hooked her ankles around the edge of the bed. Clever Kittycat.
He rose from the bed and plugged the powerful wand vibrator into a socket.
He stroked the bulbous head through her swollen folds. She was very wet, and when he pulled back the device, the top was glistering with her juices. He clicked through the settings and settled on a deep, slow purring. As soon as he touched the tip of the wand to her clit, she clamped her legs together in a reflex.
“Bad Kittycat. That’s one punishment.”
She shot him a disgruntled glare and he smirked. “Glaring at your Master will only rack up the punishment.”
Oh, she tried to contain her angry gaze, she truly did, but it only made her expression more exasperating.
He stroked a hand over her slit and pushed a finger into her.
She cried out and arched her back at the intrusion.
“Don’t move.” He placed the vibrator back against her clit and leisurely teased his finger in and out her hot, snug pussy.
He clicked the switch several times and surveyed her body language and facial expressions like a predator watches its prey. When she tightened her legs muscles at one setting, he stopped and pressed the vibrating head against her pink swollen bud.
Immediately, her cunt clamped down on his finger and the Ben Wa balls vibrated inside.
He waited for her to near the pinnacle, held, and removed the vibrator and his finger just before she could go over the edge.
Caressing the sensitive skin above her hipbones, he gave her time to come down from her near climax, and she wiggled as his strokes turned into a tickling sensation.
Her high breasts wobbled nicely with each breath, and he slid his hands up her body and cupped the small mounds. Women’s breasts were so fascinating—round, firm, and yet soft. He bent forward to nuzzle between them, and to lick and suckle on the salty skin.
“Sir, please,” she pleaded, “please, Master, pleaszz…” The last word ended on a whine.
“All right, little kitten. I think you’re more than ready to come, right?”
“Yess. Yes, Sir. Please.”
He flicked the switch on the magic wand. “Oh, believe me. This will be entirely my pleasure.” He pressed the wand hard against her completely exposed and engorged clit until she fell right into a mind-blowing orgasm.
He didn’t pull back the wand but rode her climax with her until the twitching of her hips became evasive rather than in pleasure.
All tension left her body, and he placed the wand back against her pussy. “Time for another one, kitten, before I will take you for my own pleasure.” Byron didn’t know when the next time after tonight would be, and he was going to take her as if she were his last meal. They might have just one night left, but their time together wasn’t over yet.
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Day Thirty
Charlotte forced back her tears as she saw the dress slacks and blouse Byron laid out for her to wear. Oh, the material and fit were beautiful, and the colors would suit her to a T, but they were vanilla street clothes and emphasized she was leaving today.
She swallowed hard and fought tears as she dressed.
I don’t want to go.
She went over to the kitchen and froze as she spotted Byron at the stove.
“Sir?”
