Page 62 of Brutal Savior

“Perfect. Hold that pose, love. You like being messy. I can help with that.”

I hadn’t realized his cock was in his hand, but now it’s all I can see. I shriek and try to roll away, awkward with my hands bound behind my back, but he’s on me before I get the chance. He grips my hair and holds my body down with his knee as he works himself in rough, fast strokes.

“You’re the hottest little fucking brat I’ve ever seen. I’ve wanted to do this all day. Open wide.”

I snap my lips together instead as his hand speeds up. The buzzing starts again, and everything about this is driving me crazy. His weight on me, his hand in my hair, the sight of his spectacular cock… Jesus.

“Just fuck me!”

I didn’t even know I was going to say it before the words are out, sizzling in the air. Oh God. Why did I say that? His smirk is as unbearable as the way the vibrations cut off just as my peak starts to build.

“Aw. Not yet. Maybe later, if you’re a really good girl.”

I hate him. I hate…

He shoots all over me, sticky ropes of come splattering my face and chest. I lick my lips without thinking, and the salty taste fills my mouth. He groans, the satisfied groan of a happy man, and I’ve never felt so fucking jealous.

He holds me in place, studying me. I can’t help getting sucked into his eyes. Green, but not boring green. A deep forest shade. They’re way too pretty for such a big, rough guy, and his brow creases as he catches me looking.

His chest still rises and falls rapidly; his hand is still tight in my hair. It’s a long, frozen moment, neither of us willing to look away. Then, in one fierce motion, he yanks my face toward him and kisses me.

He fucking kisses me.

I’m so shocked I freeze for a second before instinct takes over and I open my mouth to let his tongue in. He’s rough, taking control of my mouth, holding my hair tight as he explores me. I relax into it, the unexpected sensation washing away any desire to resist. His stubble rasps on my skin, scraping deliciously. I knew it suited him.

When he finally releases me, I gape up at him, lips swollen and sensitive. “I thought you hated mess?”

He grins, and it’s the savage grin of a pirate or a Viking invader. “Sometimes it’s worth it.”

He wipes the residue of chocolate and his own come from his face and lifts me up to sit. He unfastens my hands, and I roll my shoulders.

“Come on. We’re going out.”

He stands, holding out his hand like I’m a lady at a ball instead of covered in chocolate and come. “What?”

“Out. We’re going out. Get your shoes on.”

“But…” The vibrator springs to life, making my point. “These things, and my face. I need to—”

“They’re staying in, and you’re not getting washed. You can do the best you can with your hands. Argue, and I’ll make you wear the cock gag, too. You’ve missed a day.”

I stare, hardly able to process his rapid change of direction. I’d expected a shower, maybe followed by him finally making good on the threat to fuck me. “Why?”

“Because you took the piss and messed up our home. Now you can wear it on your face for a while.”

Shit.

I swipe at my face with my hands, rubbing off the worst of the come and, lacking other options, wiping it on my clothes. Jacob would freak the fuck out if I used his sheets, and I’m done antagonizing him for a while. “I thought the crop was the punishment?”

He snorts. “Hardly. That was just for fun. You make a mess, you wear a mess. That’s the rule.”

Another rule. Great. I get to my feet and tug the skirt down, horribly aware of the things inside me. “Why these things?”

I’m going to go insane if I have to keep the vibrator in for much longer. My thighs are clenching, my pussy contractingevery time it kicks into action, and I’m sure I’m leaking down my thighs.

“They’re keeping you nice and warm, just in case I feel like fucking you later. Now. Shoes.”

Every step is torture, moving the vibrator and plug around in ways that feel too good. I shove my feet into my sneakers without untying the laces, and he sighs. “That’ll ruin the shoes.”

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