Page 47 of Savage Kingdom

He took his shirt off, showing me all the tattoos on his chest. My fingers tingled, and I wanted to touch them all. I wanted to know everything about him, and not to exploit it just because they meant something to him. They were important.

“It’s going to be anything but quick.” He gave me a wicked glint.

In no time, he was standing naked before me. His hard dick was pointing right at me.

“See, my dick wants you,” he teased softly, but his eyes…fuck, they were so intense it felt like I was tipsy.

He lay on the bed. His hair was a little messy, and some blood was still on him, but God did I want him like I’d never wanted anyone in my life before.

Once he was by the headboard, he motioned for me.

“Hop on, Petal.” He tapped his lap. He was so carefree and playful I was at a loss. I removed my makeshift belt, holding the leash in my hand. I threw that on the bed, then took a deep breath and let the jacket fall to the floor.

With a shyness I didn’t know I possessed, I looked up at him. His chest was rising and falling, and those whiskey eyes penetrated me. I kneeled on the bed, crawling up his body, the leash in my hand.

I rose to my knees and swallowed because my throat felt dry as fuck. What I was going to say would cost me. I never really let anyone see more of me like my name; everything that made me up was guarded.

“I want to trust you, but I don’t know how, for I was not brought up like most kids. Everything I have has been taken from me. To the ones I’ve given myself freely was for their pleasure and not my own.” I straddled him without putting my weight on him. “Emotions are foreign to me, but you make me feel things I’ve never felt before.” His eyes darkened at my words. “So all I ask of you is that you don’t touch me.”

His jaw ticked. He didn’t like my request, and I held my breath to see what he would do next.

“Just this time,” he ground out.

Victory coursed through me. “Put your hands behind your head.” He did as I asked, and I grabbed the leash, binding his hands together.

I jumped when I felt a soft bite to my chest.

“You never said anything about my mouth, and don’t even think about asking it.” His tone was final.

Fuck. I was really going to do this?

“Are you wet for me, Petal?” he asked, looking at my body leisurely.

“Does it matter?”

His eyes flashed with anger. “Yeah, baby, it does.”

Baby.

The word made the pit of my stomach sink. Something so overused, probably said without meaning, but the way he said it and the way he looked at me while he said it had something in me going soft.

“Touch your pussy and tell me if you’re wet,” he demanded from his bound position.

Still above him, I trailed my hand down to my navel, aware that he was watching my every move.

I gasped as soon as I touched my sex. I was wet, and my clit was swollen.

“Let me taste you,” Gideon pleaded.

I brought my fingers out, leaned into him, and put them in his mouth. He lapped my fingers clean while keeping eye contact with me.

“You’re wet, Petal, but I want you soaked. Now be a good little slave and fuck my face.”

I looked at him and at myself, and for the first time in my life, I felt myself blush.

“Fuck me, Petal,” he murmured.

“I believe we are getting to that point.”

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