Page 65 of Savage Game
As if on cue, her stomach growled again.
“See?” He chuckled as he left her on the counter and went to the drawer with cutlery. “Pad Thai?” He pointed the fork at her favorite dish.
She bobbed her head eagerly, and he scooped up a forkful of and held it in front of her mouth.
The rich flavor of delicious pad Thai sauce exploded on her tongue, as she chewed the rice noodles, shrimp, chicken, peanuts, a scrambled egg, and bean sprouts. She watched him take a bite for himself and bit back a moan as his lips engulfed the fork she just ate from.
He alternated between them until they emptied the container.
“Done?”
She nodded and licked her lips, catching a stray drop of sauce. “Thank you, that was delicious.”
He kept his eyes riveted on the spot she just licked. Charlotte placed her hands on the countertop behind her back and tried to look down.
A single finger under her chin tipped her head back, and his blue fire seared into her. “You know you don’t have to leave, right?”
Heaving out a sigh, she shook her head. “You’re wrong about that. I feel I have to. I need to do this on my own.”
“How often have I told you that I love you?” he asked softly.
She wrinkled her nose and avoided eye contact. “You told me a lot. And I love you, too,” she hurried to say, “but that doesn’t mean I can stay, Byron. I need to divorce Liam, and I need to stand on my own two feet. I’ve become so dependent on him. I—” She chewed her bottom lip. “Just, can we not talk about this tonight? I want to forget everything for one night.”
His scar creased as one side of his mouth tipped up at the corner. “That we can do.” He kissed the tip of her nose.
After feeding his kitten, Byron carried her back to his room. If tonight was going to be their last night, he should make it something worthwhile, and he had some interesting toys he hadn’t introduced her to yet.
The sexual energy practically hummed between them, and he was grateful for the loose fit of his cotton drawstring pants—in jeans, he would be in agony right now.
As he placed her in the middle of his bed, she gave him a warm smile. She was comfortable enough with him to give herself to him and relinquish control. They’d come so far in building trust in only a month.
A trust he reveled in and gladly accepted. But she wasn’t the only one who’d learned to trust—who’d let go of a horrendous past. He had never been so close to a person that he wanted to talk about his scars. That explanation had to wait, though. Tonight, he wanted to indulge in her body one last time before they would say their farewell. A farewell he was determined to make an “until we meet again,” although he respected and even understood her need to make it on her own.
Since he didn’t do anything halfway, Byron would keep an eye on her. And he would protect her from her soon-to-be ex.
Pushing the bastard firmly from his mind, he surveyed his submissive. “I want you in the Humble position, facing the headboard. For tonight, I plan bondage, light spanking, and toys—all pleasurable, Kittycat.”
“All right, Sir.”
Her eager acceptance and the prompt and graceful way she slid into the requested position, increased his regret their agreement was ending. The penthouse would become a lot colder after tomorrow.
Suppressing a sigh, he took rope and toys from his closet, including one of his favorites.
He placed his good knee next to her on the mattress, stroked her back, and fondled her bottom. “Such a good kitten, offering her body up for her Master’s use.” With firm hands, he teased the Ben Wa balls through her folds gathering up wetness. Although she let out a moan, she kept perfectly in place, and he kissed her neck as he slid the two balls inside. “Don’t lose them.”
Her muscles tightened. “I’ll do my best, Sir.”
He grinned. “I know.” He slapped her bottom lightly, spreading out the spanks, and warming her entire backside until her asscheeks held a nice rosy-pink glow. He checked her face. She had closed her eyes and parted her lips. Her cheeks glowed as pink as her bottom.
Indulging himself and her, he took her mouth in a long, searing kiss, while fondling her breasts.
He kept his knee to the mattress and resisted the urge to join her on the bed. His control was so close to snapping, he needed the barrier. First, he wanted to play with her. After tonight it would be a while before he could touch her how and when he wanted.
He pulled back from her and helped her into a sitting position. Using two lengths of rope, he tied her breasts in a simple but efficient breast harness, making sure his hands were on her the entire time. He stroked the sides of her breasts, circled the areolas until they puckered and bunched, and took his sweet time to stroke the sensitive undersides of her mounds.
He stroked his knuckles over her scorching hot cheek. “Ready for more?”
Her eyelids lifted and her pupils were dilated so wide, they almost swallowed the emerald green.
