Page 35 of Recklessly In Love With A Ruthless Savage 2
“You safe-word and I stop. Immediately.”
“Understood.”
“Say it, Princess. I need to hear it from you.”
“My safe word is Control.If I say it, you stop.”
“That’s right,” he said, leaning in, his lips grazing my shoulder. “Because even when you submit, you are in control.”
I let out a shaky breath. He walked around me and stood in front of the bed, arms folded, looking down at me. His bare chest still gleamed with sweat, and his dark sweatpants rode low on his hips. His abs flexed as he moved, and his eyes…fuck, his eyes.
God.
That look in his eyes, the one that saw me; stripped me, claimed me without even touching me, that was what I missed most.
“New rules,” he said firmly.
And I sat straighter.
“You don’t speak unless given permission.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You don’t touch me or yourself unless I tell you to.”
I nodded.
“Tonight, I remind you again who you belong to. Not with pain or force. But with patience, power and pleasure so deep you’ll forget anyone ever laid a hand on you but me.”
Tears hit my cheeks before I could stop them. He saw them, but he didn’t flinch.
“Color?”
“Green.”
He walked behind me again and I heard the sound of a drawer opening. Then a soft thump on the bed.
“Lie flat on your stomach.” he commanded.
I obeyed, spreading my arms out and parting my legs. My heartbeat in my ears when he showed me a pair of leather cuffs, causing me to shiver. The first cuff went on my right wrist, soft leather, padded, warm from his hand. Then the left was secured before he kissed my fingers after securing both. Once my hands were bound, he went into the drawer again and produced another pair of cuffs that he used to bind my ankles. When he was done, he checked them to make sure they weren’t too tight.
He didn’t rush. He moved like a man completing a ritual, not just a scene. Every strap, every word, every breath had purpose and would provide pleasure.
“I’m going to blindfold you now. Not to scare you but to heighten every sensation.”
“Yes, sir.” I breathed.
A dark silk scarf slipped over my eyes, and my world disappeared. Now it was just touch, sound and anticipation.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he growled. “Laid out for me. Ready to be remade.”
I moaned softly, already aching. He trailed his fingers down my spine, making me twitch. Goosebumps rose on my skin as I panted. Then he did it again and this time with a single ice cube gliding along my lower back.
“Oh gawd.” I moaned. The felling of his touch was euphoric.
He chuckled low. “Did I say you could speak? The next time you will be punished.”
I bit my lip wondering just how he would punish me.
