He slapped the falls harder against her ass, causing a distinct burn this time, and she gasped, shocked as the pain and fire rolled through her, crashing together until she couldn’t tell one from the other. He plunged fingers into her heat, curling them, stroking her most sensitive spot while his thumb slid over her swollen clit. He snapped the whip a second time with the same intensity, laying a line of streaks above the others, over the curve of her sweet ass. She gasped and rode his fingers, grinding down hard. Honey spilled hot all around his fingers.
“You like that burn, don’t you, baby? It makes you feel so alive. So connected to me. It’s more intense than anything in the world. Do you want to stop, or do you want me to take you much further?” He pulled his fingers free and rubbed her clit soothingly. Her pussy lips. The insides of her thighs with the handle of the whip. “Do you want the burn? The pain? The fire? Do you want to shatter for me, Seychelle?” His voice was that same low, wicked temptation.
He had his arms around her, one hand on her breast, pulling and tugging on first one nipple and then the other while his teeth teased her shoulder.
“Don’t stop. I don’t want you to stop.”
It was a whisper, but he heard. Surrendering to him in that way she had, giving him total control. Total power. She gave herself to him. Trusting him. The rush of hot blood to his cock was brutal. Vicious. Beyond all expectations. He kissed the nape of her neck, his fingers whispering over the curve of her breast to give her courage.
He stepped to the side and swung the galley whip, increasing the strength behind the strike to bring a careful, precise smack just below the curve of her ass. Her entire body went rigid as fire streaked through her. She cut off a scream, and he slid his hand between her legs to help mingle pain with pleasure. The sound turned to a needy moan.
Quickly, he placed three more strikes, thudding the flat whip tails against her rounded flesh with two of them and landing the other across her thighs before stroking her clit and letting her ride his fingers with her jerking hips. She was already beginning to accept the stinging needles of fire as they lanced across her body, pain turning to bright hot flames rolling through her. Instead of dancing away from the heat, she pressed her ass outward toward him—just barely, but she did it, even while her forehead dropped against the post.
Savage was tuned to body language, and his angel was nearly there, her breathing so ragged. She was struggling to assimilate the pain with the sizzling pleasure. There was no separating the two at this point—he knew from experience. He dragged his fingernails from the nape of her neck down her spine and then over the lash marks.
“You’re so ready.”
“I need your cock, Savage.” She tried to rock back into him.
“Not yet, baby. We’re not nearly done. There’s more. You need to climb higher for me.” He rubbed the red streaks, listening to her moans. It was music for him.
She nodded. “Yes. Please, honey.”
He found himself smiling. She’d asked him so nicely. “Then surrender to it, baby. Give yourself to the fire.” He lifted his hand and flicked his wrist, sending the falls thudding over the backs of her upper thighs, right under her ass. Her entire body jolted with the strike. He didn’t slow but continued up her body, the crease, the smooth rounded curve under her ass, and then over, sliding up her back, careful of her spine but leaving gorgeous stripes first on the left and then on the right side, all the time watching her closely.
When a light sheen dotted her body and she threw her head back, he moved up to her, wrapping his arm around her, one hand thrumming expertly over her clit while his fingers plunged in and out of her, his other hand tugging and rolling her right nipple. “You need to let go, don’t you? It’s crashing through you, isn’t it, baby? That’s the fire. It’s rolling so hot and wild you can’t stop it. You need to let go.”
Her head fell back on his shoulder, and her eyelashes were wet. He looked into her eyes and smiled at her. “Your fuckin’ pussy is so hot, baby. It’s a fuckin’ wildfire. Let go for me. Give that to me.” He bent his head and took her tears, simultaneously stroking and flicking with his fingers in her scorching-hot pussy while the climax roared through her, taking her in a wild, violent perfect storm of blended, confused sensations. The whip fell over and over in much harder stinging strikes, urging the orgasm into continuous crashing, thundering, rolling waves, each building on the last.
Her entire body bucked against him, her soft little sobs intermingling with her cries of bliss. Savage tossed the whip on the couch. She might have fallen if he hadn’t held her up with one arm around her waist, keeping his body tight against hers so she felt every inch of him against those lashes. He splayed one hand on her belly and then lower to feel the brutal spasms rolling through her body.
“It’s all right, baby,” he soothed. “You’re just flying high. I’m right here with you. Breathe for me.” He rubbed her shuddering body gently, his other palm covering those hot streaks over her ass cheeks. “Relax for me now. Just breathe.”
When she took a breath, Savage reached down and unhooked first one ankle and then the other before reaching up to unhook her wrists. At once she slumped into his arms. He took her weight. “Eyes to mine, baby,” he commanded. She needed an anchor.
Seychelle lifted her lashes and made an attempt to focus on his face. He leaned in and sipped at her tears. He’d take them over diamonds every time from his woman if she gave them to him honestly. These were honestly given, and they were for him. He kissed his way down her cheek to the corner of her mouth, pressing his body tight against hers so she felt his raging cock nestled against those ferocious stripes.
“Gotta get my cock in you, woman.”
A ghost of a smile touched her mouth even through her tears. That got him right in the heart. He lifted her. When he did, her bound hands slid down his chest and found his diamond-hard cock. Just the brush of her fingertips ignited a storm of fierce lust in him.
Savage carried his woman to the bed, making it as far as the side before putting her belly down over the edge, presenting that beautifully striped backside to him. Adrenaline rose with a hot dark lust mixing into a ferocious need to own her.
“Don’t move, baby, stay right there.”
Looking down at her, at those vivid stripes on her back, with her ass and pussy presented to him while she waited submissively, he felt the ultimate surge of power, of control. Soft little sobs still intermingled with needy whispers begging for more. She tried to muffle both by pressing her mouth on the comforter. She didn’t wait long. She turned her head, pushing out her ass a little desperately, seeking his cock.
He caught her hair in his fist. All that thick honey-colored hair, and deliberately yanked her head back, forcing her to arch her back. He dragged his nails down the streaks, all the way from her ribs over the beautiful curves of her ass cheeks to her thighs, lighting streaks of fire all over again.
She hissed and bucked. He swatted her hard. “I said, don’t move.” His hand slid between her spread legs. “So slick for me. You like this, our dirty, sinful lesson. You liked this one a hell of a lot.” He whispered the truth to her even as he lodged the thick head of his cock into her entrance. “Didn’t you, Seychelle?”