He had, but he wasn’t admitting a thing. He stood up, stepping to the side to study her writhing form. “Baby, it’s all right, you’re going to get what you want. I’ll let you have it.” He brought the flogger down gently across her thighs. A whisper of leather. On her heightened nerve endings, it felt like a lick of fire, like his tongue. “Feel that?”
He sent the heavy falls thudding just a little more forcefully over her inner thighs, allowing them to reverberate through her body. She cried out, her hips lifting to meet the falls.
“You’re so ready, baby. Feel that thin line of fire? Now, Seychelle. For me.” He didn’t wait in between strikes, twisting the flogger so the thinner edges struck over her exposed pussy, lashing with several streaks of fire.
Seychelle screamed as the coiled tension in her body exploded into a powerful orgasm. Savage flicked at those bright pink stripes with his tongue and then sucked on her inflamed, swollen clit while the brutal waves rushed over her like a terrible tsunami refusing to stop. It just built and built through her body, rolling through her. Savage lightened his touch, easing her down, but kept her body coiling tight again, needing more, with several lighter licks and flicks of his tongue. He petted and soothed her shivering body with his palm, occasionally running his fingers over the stripes, sending another small lick of fire through her.
Her entire body shuddered. “Savage. I need more. That was crazy, but I need more. It feels like my whole body is hungry for you. I need you right now.”
He pressed a kiss on those fiery little streaks. They were beautiful and bright against the pink under all that gleaming wild strawberry and honey spilling out of her for him.
“I’ll give you what you need, baby.” He slipped the loops from her ankles, trailed the leather falls of the whip up her body to her throat while he slid her hand from the right loop.
Eyes dilated, her desperate gaze followed him as he moved around the couch to the left side. Her breath came in ragged little pants, sending her breasts jolting with each rush of air pushed so abusively through her lungs. He removed her left hand from the loop that held it. Hot blood rushed through his veins in anticipation. Stark lust mixed with raw love made a tight pressure in his chest. His cock had never been so hard or so full.
“I want you to stand, angel. Face the window this time, and the post. There’s plenty of room for you to stand. Spread your legs past shoulder-width apart. That’s right.” She was so perfect. She did exactly what he told her. “The couch will be right behind you.” His voice, usually controlled and velvet soft, sounded a little hoarse to his own ears. He cleared his throat and watched his woman obey him. That alone put more steel in his cock. Or maybe it was just looking at the perfect canvas of her back. His heart began to pound, a fucking drum of pure need. Of anticipation.
This time he caught her wrists and gently tied them together and then pulled them above her head and hooked them to a ring attached to the post. Outside the waves crashed in time to the beat of the music pounding in the room, and the drum of his pulse as his blood hammered in time through his heavy cock. He crouched low and attached the tie from the edge of the couch to one ankle so she couldn’t move her leg and then did so with the other.
Savage stepped close to her, put a comforting hand on the nape of her neck and kissed her rapidly pounding pulse even as he very gently brushed the whip up one side of her inner thigh toward her heated center. “Trust me to give you pleasure like you’ve never known, Seychelle. You’ll learn to love the way the fire brings you alive. Every nerve ending in your body will feel the rush. You’ll be aware of me. Centered on me. Know my cock is going to make you come apart. Shatter you. Bring you back and do it all over again.”
As he whispered to her, he rubbed the whip over her inflamed clit and used his other hand to cup her breast. She gasped, her head falling back on his shoulder as he tugged and rolled her heated nipple. Her hips moved on the whip handle helplessly.
“Give in to this, baby. You have to want this. Give yourself up to it and to me.” He pressed his body against hers so she could feel the hard length of his cock tight against her, so she could feel his breath rising and falling with the same passion running through her body—that same intense connection they had from the very beginning. “Surrender totally to it.
“You say yellow if we need to slow down. Red if you have to stop. You say red, it’s over. I won’t be upset. You understand me, baby?” He caught her chin and turned her face so she was looking into his eyes. “You say red, we’re done, and I’m cool with that. We’ve come this far, and this is good.” He kissed her gently.
He had never instituted a warning system in his life. No safe words. He hadn’t lived that lifestyle. But he hadn’t had a woman he loved, and he hadn’t felt the incredible euphoria of being completely free to be who he was. He hadn’t expected that, and he didn’t want to take a chance of loss of control. Not with Seychelle. Never with her. This kind of freedom was intoxicating—and therefore dangerous.
“Say you get me, angel.”
She nodded. “Yellow if I need to slow down, and red, we stop.”
“Good girl. Say you want this, Seychelle. I need to know before we keep going.” He turned his hand so that it was his knuckles sliding against her heat, not the whip. Her pupils were so dilated, her body so hot, and when he used his hand between her legs to rub her clit, her pussy lips were soaked. She was ready, but he had to hear her consent. She had to be with him fully on this or he wasn’t going to take them forward.
“I want this, Savage. I do. I’m afraid, but I want it.” Her entire body shook with need. His knuckles were coated with her honey.
Savage pulled his hand free and licked at his fist and then kissed the sweet spot between her neck and shoulder that always made her shiver with need. His tongue touched that spot. Flicked it. His teeth nipped and then bit down, claiming her. A little moan escaped.
“Remember, baby. Tears are sweet to me. But I don’t want to hear screams unless they’re all about pleasure.” He whispered the command and then stepped back from her, taking a deep breath as he allowed himself to really take her in. That sight. Her naked body tied for him. Open. Vulnerable. A willing sacrifice. Giving herself to him.
Her ass was gorgeous. Round. Two perfect globes. He flicked the flat falls across them with a gentle stroke, letting them land in a light thud, warming her. She jumped but settled immediately. He added a little weight the second time, letting the falls fan out. This time they left faint pink stripes. He slid his hand between her legs to caress her pussy, to feel her wetness. He pushed one finger inside her and instantly was surrounded by her hot, tight, very needy channel. She moaned again and tried to ride his finger.
Savage stepped back, sucking the cream from his finger, his heart pounding, his cock jerking. “You liked that, didn’t you, baby? You need that bite. That streak of fire. Once it gets in your blood, it consumes you. You want to feel it more, don’t you? Do you need more?” His voice was a dark temptation whispering like velvet over her shivering body.
He could see the endorphins working, the goose bumps everywhere. She was breathing very rapidly, hips unable to stop moving, and she was so wet he could see the gleam on her pussy lips.