Page 92 of Savage Redemption

He withdraws his finger from my arse and pats my buttock playfully. “Stay exactly as you are. Don’t move while I get this little toy nice and slick.” He picks up one of my bullets, the one that seems to do the fancy tricks, and smears a generous helping of lube all over it. “Now, we just need to put this where it can do some good.” He uses the fingers of his left hand to ease my buttocks apart and expose my arse. “Relax, and let it in.”

“How… how far?” I gasp as the snub nose enters me.

“All the way,cara.” He slides it full length into me. “There. Is that comfortable?”

“It feels peculiar. Sort of hard. And cold.”

“I see. And now?” He pushes his finger into me to press the button on the end of the toy. It bursts into life, vibrating rhythmically and sending pulses of delight straight to my core. The sensation is delectable. And unrelenting

It sends me straight back to the brink of ecstasy. But not. Quite. There.

Yet.

“Feeling good?” he enquires.

“Yes,” I grind out, my fingers curling like claws in the pillow.

“Okay. So now, shall we see what we can do with this?” He selects my wand vibrator and squirts lube onto the wide, rubberised globe at the end.

I know what’s coming, and I also know I’m going to fail miserably in any attempt to control myself.

“Adan, I can’t…” I wail.

“You can. It’ll be intense, but trust me.”

Trust?Yes, I can do trust.

“Okay,” I gasp.

He starts up the wand, a slow, heavy pulsing motion, then positions it close to my throbbing, expectant clit. “Get yourself under control and tell me when you’re ready.”

I repeat the deep breath trick, then, “I’m ready.”

The contact is brief but electric. My body jerks to attention and starts to soar, but almost as soon as he placed the toy against my clit he lifts it away.

“Settle down, sweetheart.’

Easy for him to say. “I need… I need to close my legs.”

“Not a chance.” He uses his knees to edge them further apart. “Shall we go again?”

“I need a second.”

“Okay. Tell me when.”

I drag in several lungsful of oxygen, then, “I’m ready.”

I expect him to do the same thing again, but he doesn’t. This time the wand rolls across my pussy lips for a few seconds, before he slides it forward to caress my clit.

“Argh Oh God,” I moan.

He stops. “Count of three, then we go again.”

“But I can’t?—”

“Two, three.” The wand is on me again, squeezing hard against my clit, while the bullet continues to tremble and throb inside me.

“Adan,” I wail. “Please, I need to?—”

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