Page 36 of Recklessly In Love With A Ruthless Savage 2
He leaned in, breath hot on my neck, running his tongue along my pulse point before biting down on my ear and making me whimper and call his name.
“That’s one.”
Smack.
My nipples pebbled instantly when he brought his heavy hand across my ass cheek, before rubbing the sting away. I was already soaked from his words and a few touches, and the impact was sending me to new heights. Crew drug the cube along the curve of my ass, then down the inside of my thigh to my clit. My hips bucked on reflex, but he stilled me with a firm hand on the small of my back.
“You wanna cum already?” he teased. “Pathetic, baby. You used to last.”
I whimpered when he moved the cube up, back over my inner thigh, then replaced it with his tongue. Just one soft lick along the trail the ice cube traveled against my skin before pulling away. I nearly cried from the loss.
“Please…” I gasped.
Smack.
He landed a sharp slap to my other ass cheek. Not hard or cruel. Just enough to make me feel.
“That’s two,” he said calmly.
My pussy clenched down empty and throbbing, making me whimper again. I couldn’t help it. The bed dipped as he climbed onto the bed behind me. I felt the mattress shift under his weight. His dick brushed the back of my thigh, hot, hard, and heavy. Leaving me to wonder when he took his clothes off.
“You want me inside you, Princess?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
Another smack. Another slap landed followed by a soothing rub of his hand.
“What’s my rule?” He growled in my ear.
I swallowed. “I-I didn’t have permission to speak.”
“Correct.”
He leaned over me, his chest brushing my back, lips at my ear.
“I’m going to ruin you tonight. Then I’m going to hold you until the morning comes. And if you ask me nicely? I’ll do it all over again.”
I trembled.
He slid one hand down between my legs, his fingers brushing through the wetness pooling there.
“Fuck,” he growled. “You’re soaked.”
He didn’t finger me. Didn’t even press. He just... left his hand there, teasing me and making me purr with need. He was torturing me with everything he could do but wouldn’t. Not yet anyway. I tried lifting my hips to get his fingers to sink into me. When I could get them where I wanted, I ground my hips into the bed, needing to get any type of friction on my clit.
“You don’t come,” he said. “Not till I say. And if you do?” he said, laughing at my attempt to get what I wanted.
“I get punished.” I whined, stilling my hips.
“Exactly.” He said, sucking my earlobe into his mouth.
His fingers circled my clit, featherlight. I gripped the sheets with shaking hands, panting into the blindfold. He kept at it, making slow, perfect circles, his breath on my neck, and his dick against my thigh, and not once did he let me fall apart. He kept me right on the edge.
“I wanna hear it,” he murmured. “Who owns this pussy?”
“You do, Sir.”
“And who do you belong to?”
