Page 90 of Savage Redemption

“I liked you, too, but I didn’t dare become too… too…”

“Affectionate?”

“Clingy. Dependent.”

“Cling all you like,amor. Especially when I’m inside you.” To demonstrate his point, he slides two fingers between my buttocks and finds my rear entrance. “I never fucked you here.”

“No. You didn’t.” I can’t conceal the shudder, the dark memories of the monsters who had.

“Ah.” He gently teases me with the tip of his finger. “Someone hurt you?”

“Yes,” I whisper. “A lot.”

“If I ever hurt you,whenI hurt you, it will be the good sort of hurting.”

Is there any such thing?“I’m not sure I?—”

“Does this hurt?” He inserts his finger into my arse, just a bit, as far as the first knuckle.

I yelp, more in surprise than pain.

“Does it?” he persists, wiggling his fingertip for good measure.

“No,” I concede. “But it feels odd.”

“I can live with odd, for now. I don’t suppose you have any lube in here, do you?”

“I… Well…”

“You do. Well, you continue to surprise and delight me,cara. Where is it?”

“In the drawer,” I confess. “That one.” I gesture to the bedside table.

He leans over and pulls it open, to reveal my tube of lubricating gel nestling beside my rather unimaginative collection of toys. It consists of a wand vibrator and a pair of bullets.

“So, what do we have here?” He lifts the toys and the lube out and lays them beside me on the mattress. “Which is your favourite?”

“A-all of them,” I confess. “The wand is easy…”

“Right. We’ll come back to that, then. Meanwhile…” He selects one of the bullets and presses the button on the end to make it burst into life. “Excellent. Three speeds, and it pulses, too. You have good taste in kinky toys, Rosie. You probably inherited it from your father.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him I’m adopted, but I save that gem for later. Right now I have more pressing matters to concern myself with. I’m starting to imagine where that multi-purpose bullet might be going.

Sure enough, he squirts a splash of the gel onto the palm of his hand. “Nice stuff. Vanilla-scented. Sort of appropriate.”

“I just like it, that’s all.”

“Me, too. Let’s put it to good use by lubing up this pretty arse of yours.”

“Are you sure? I mean, what if?—?”

“Quite sure.” He transfers a generous helping of the lube onto his finger then positions it at my rear entrance again. “If I hurt you, you’ll tell me. Right?”

“And you’ll stop?”

“Of course.”

“I nod, ready to at least try.

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