Page 146 of Filthy Savage

“What’s that thing?”

You’ll find out soon enough.

“Don’t be scared.” Grabbing the scissors, I take her hand. “Stand up.”

She doesn’t fight it, even while she appears terrified.

With our gazes aligned, I place the shears against the hem of her shirt and start to cut upward. She breathes faster, breasts rising higher, and the more of her body I reveal, the more I want this.

“I won’t do anything you don’t like.”

She nods. “Will it hurt?”

“No. But if something doesn’t feel good, all you have to do is use your safe word and it stops.”

“Okay.” But her features fill with uncertainty.

She shivers as the shirt is split open, her nipples beaded and waiting for my mouth.

Dropping the shears on the bed, I slip off the hair tie she keeps around her wrist. “Turn around for me.”

As she does, I wind her hair into a loose bun, my lips dropping to her neck and kissing up to her ear.

My palms glide down her arms before cupping her breasts. “This is about making you feel good.”

“Mm-hmm,” she groans, head falling backward as I lower my arm to grab the oil, spilling some into my palm. “Shibari isn’t just quick and dirty. It’s slow and intimate.” I work the rose scent over her tits, one hand lowering to her cunt and massaging it as she gasps with low exhales of pleasure. “It involves a lot of touching.”

“I can live with that,” she breathes while my hands are everywhere, her body glistening before I pick up a bundle of rope.

Spinning her around, I grasp her jaw, kissing her slowly before my eyes slink down her body. “You’re beautiful.”

She stands there nervously while I untangle the fifteen-foot rope, getting ready to start on my floor work.

“I’m going to tie your arms behind you.”

She nods. “I trust you.”

“Good girl.” The back of my hand feathers down her cheek, and slowly I turn her, placing her arms behind her back.

Winding the rope around her wrists, I form tight knots before bringing the rope back around over her shoulder and twisting it around her body, her breasts on full display. When I turn her fully to me…

“Fuck. You look stunning. How do you feel?”

“A little weird, but good.” She laughs nervously, glancing down at herself. “This looks so pretty.”

“Let’s go to the mirror so you can really see it.” Tugging her elbow, I move her toward it, and her gaze flares when she sees herself.

Her tits are pressed between the rope, nipples glistening from the oil. I stand behind her, my thumbs rolling over each tip. When she moans, I pinch one, then the other, until her head falls against my chest. My fingers lower down her hip, slipping between her thighs, where she’s already wet.

I enter her slowly as our eyes connect through the mirror, her cheeks flushed as I work her clit until she starts to lose her inhibitions, moaning my name.

Flipping her around, I grab her throat and thrust deeper, fucking her until she’s close, her walls clutching me tighter. Right before she’s about to come, I throw her onto the bed face-first, ass up in the air. I slap one cheek hard, grabbing the lubefrom my kit and spilling some into her ass, my fingers working it inside her puckered hole.

“Oh God…”

I stretch her wider with my fingers, enjoying the sensation of her muscles squeezing around me. When I grab the black plug I left on the bed, it vibrates as I turn it on.

Turning her head to the side, she stares at me, tugging on her bottom lip. When it starts to enter her, she gasps.

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