He let her ride his fingers frantically, her moans growing louder, and then abruptly he stepped back and began to tap her needy little pussy with the switch while he sucked on his fingers, watching her expression grow more and more desperate. He increased the power behind the swing of the switch, all the while staring into her eyes. He knew exactly where his target was, and he hit it every single time. He watched as pain and pleasure rushed through her. She tried to resist, coming to her toes, but she didn’t move her legs, didn’t try to pull them together, and she didn’t stop him by giving him her safe word. Then she was actually moving her body into the switch, meeting the stroke as he increased the power just a little more.
Seychelle cried out, a loud, sobbing cry of shock, as her body exploded with a powerful orgasm. Immediately, he gave her two more swift, hard taps, and then he slashed his way up her body to her breasts. He put more power into the next few stripes. To those beautiful rounded curves. Under them. Over them. The sides. One straight across those inflamed nipples for him. For the monster in him. For his hungry, dirty cock that waited so impatiently for its prize.
Her eyes went wide in shock, and her mouth opened, but no sound emerged. Tears poured down her face, but her body was still orgasming, wave after wave. Savage stepped close again, giving her his fingers, rubbing her clit with his thumb where the oil, the switch and the thundering blood were making her nearly convulse with one powerful orgasm after another.
The master. He was that. He had learned almost before he was a teen and perfected the art by the time he was twenty. His hands moved up and down her body, stroking those dark streaks, and then he stepped back and walked around the tree to untie her hands.
“We’re not finished, baby. Turn around and put your arms around the tree again.” He waited for her to comply. She was shaky, and he wrapped an arm around her waist and slid the switch between her legs as he guided her around so she would face the trunk this time. “Hug the tree, baby. Close. Put your upper body tight against it and push your ass out toward me. Just like you saw in that porn flick. I’m going to give you a spanking, Seychelle, and then you’ll get my cock, just like I promised, unless you want to stop. Do you want to use your safe word? Are you finished?”
She was riding the switch. Pushing her perfect cheeks back at him. Sobbing for him. Begging him, but so softly he could barely hear her.
“Seychelle?” He pulled his hand and the switch away. “Answer me, baby. I need to know if you want this.”
“Yes.” She hissed it at him. “I need you to give me your cock.”
Savage knew she was giving him what he needed. She was his partner. She gave him permission every fucking time to let his sadistic monster rule. He pulled the switch back, the rush of power on him. That feeling of domination. He was riding high.
He could flay the flesh off a man with one stroke, and he was careful not to do more than leave a nice long red lash across her thigh, just above her knees, that first perfect opening of his artistry on her backside. His heart jerked hard in his chest. It was gorgeous. He laid three more going up toward her ass.
He knew the oil in her ass would be at its hottest and she would clench as he laid the stripes across those perfect cheeks. He spent time there, decorating her cheeks, watching her quiver, watching her body react to what he was doing to her. The endorphins released caused goose bumps to rise and sweat to glisten on her skin. Every time the switch licked flames across her flesh, she clenched beautifully, and the oil licked flames internally, sending them straight to her fiery little pussy.
He stopped to use his fingers on her, to stroke her nearly to orgasm, just stopping when she was close. So close. Her clit was swollen, screaming at her. Desperate for him now.
Her tears excited him. Her pain put absolute steel in his cock. Those stripes across her ass and going up her back and down her thighs made him so fucking hard he wanted to rip his jeans down and fuck that slick little pussy right then, but his monster was howling with joy, urging him on. He swung harder, watching the dark streaks rise on her cheeks with satisfaction.
Seychelle hissed. Pressed her forehead against the tree trunk. “Yellow. Savage. Yellow.”
Shit. What the fuck was wrong with him? She should never have to give him a warning. Not unless he was too far gone, and he wasn’t out of control, was he? He flung the switch far away from him and reached for her, his hands at her hips.
“Do you want to stop? I want to fuck you, baby, but we can stop, and I’ll carry you to the bedroll and put the lotion on you,” he whispered against the small of her back. A temptation. Yet it was also a plea. He fucking needed to bury his cock in her like the brutal animal he was. Like the sadistic monster from hell they’d created and he couldn’t shed.
“No, don’t stop. Give me your cock.” There was an urgent plea in her voice.
“Baby, you know when I’m like this, I’m going to be violent. You sure you’re okay with that?” One hand was already unzipping his jeans, freeing his brutal, vicious erection. The scars were stretched and painful. They needed the lubrication of her body, that special oil Preacher had made for them.
“I want you any way I can get you. Just hurry, please.” She pushed back against him.
Savage leaned into her because he couldn’t stop himself, his fingers sliding down her body possessively, from her shoulders to her ass. She hissed and clenched and then cried out softly. He slapped her left cheek hard and then her right.
“No sound, Seychelle. You know that.”
He repeated the motion over and over, using the pads of his fingers on her back and then his nails gently on her ass—watching her body’s reaction, letting her pain feed that place inside him that needed to see his woman fight for him. He reached between her legs and found her slick with need, hot with fire that was all for him. She tried riding his fingers, but he flicked her clit and pulled away, leaving her wanting, leaving her desperate.
He rubbed her cheeks again with one hand as he stroked himself, moving behind her to settle the broad head of his cock right at her slick entrance. She felt like an inferno beckoning to him, trying to drag him deep. He caught her hips and yanked hard as he drove forward, slamming into that tight tunnel. He threw back his head, wanting to roar into the night. She was fucking paradise every single time, taking him far away from his own head. He loved this. Fucking loved this. The monster roaring. This feeling of euphoria. Of Seychelle and Savage coming together in a wild fury of sheer vicious, mind-blowing sex.
He stared, enthralled at the mesmerizing welts on her body. At times he couldn’t resist slamming his hand against her striped cheek or running his fingernails over the curve of one to feel her shudder. Her body bathed his scarred cock in hot, spicy liquid even as she hissed a pretend protest. She pushed back frantically into him when he hammered into her as brutally as possible.
He refused to let this end. He took her up so many times. So many, holding her on the brink, then stopping her abruptly by pressing hard on her clit. “Not yet, baby. Not yet. You’re so out of control, you’d take me with you, and I don’t want this over.”
Savage bit the command out even as he continued to yank Seychelle back into him while he slammed his body into hers. The action smashed her against the trunk of the tree, and another low cry escaped her as he drove into her over and over. She tried to pull her torso away from the tree, even as she pushed her hips back onto him.