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He pressed another button on the remote control, making the plug pulse within her, and then he resumed massaging it in time with the vibrations.

“Ooohhh,” she gasped. “I can feel the vibrations all over.”

“Surrender to it,” he urged her. “Let the pleasure take over. It’s all that matters right now. Give in, babygirl.”

Savannah shuddered in his arms, then bit down on his shoulder as she cried out in ecstasy, and Blake smiled. She looked so pretty right now, with her flushed cheeks and her eyes glazed over in post-coital bliss. His cock was rock-hard and he was desperate for release, but it wasn’t time just yet.

“You’re doing so well,” he told her, switching off the vibrations. “I have one final challenge now. You’ve made shelter, you’ve lit a fire. Now I need you to go and find water. But don’t stray too far.”

He knew this area, and that there was a river just a couple of minutes from this spot. He watched happily, with the mother of all hard-ons, while Savannah wandered off to look for water.

She was clearly relishing her challenges, and enjoying the treat she got each time she obeyed the rules. He was going to enjoy thinking up all kinds of interesting ways to teach her this lesson throughout their relationship.

Funny to call it that.

A relationship.

He hadn’t committed to anyone in so long. In fact, he’d never really committed fully to anyone. Not emotionally, anyway. With Savannah, it was easy. She was so brilliant, so brave, so perfect for him, that nothing else mattered. Even fighting for justice felt like it took a back seat when he was with her. He just wanted to fight forher. The girl who had struck him so deeply when he was just a teenager.

Damn. He’d have to tell her about that soon. He wondered if she remembered it too. Whether she’d like to be reminded of it.

Five minutes passed, and Blake grew a little concerned. He’d expected to see Savannah by now.

“Savvy?” he called out.

He pressed the button on the remote control, but still, he heard nothing.

Shit. Had he just fucked up? Was he making her butthole vibrate while she was trapped somewhere, or in some kind of trouble?

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, pushing off from the tree and striding into the woods after her. “Savvy!”

All kinds of terrible things flashed before his eyes. What if someone had taken her? What if she’d had a nasty fall? What if he never saw her again, or she showed up dead one day like Chloe? He hadn’t felt this vulnerable in such a long time, and it wasn’t altogether pleasant. Just as he was reaching for the remote, about to turn it off and shout out for her again, he saw her.

She was crouching by a stream, engrossed in looking at something in the water.

Relief flooded him. “Savannah? Why aren’t you coming back to me?”

Savannah looked up in surprise when she heard Blake approach. "Look at this!" she exclaimed, pointing at her discovery, completely oblivious to her mistake. “I saw a fish!”

"Did you feel the buzz?" he asked tersely, his hands on his hips.

Savannah's face fell as realization dawned on her. "I . . . I did, but I got sidetracked."

"Stand up," he commanded, his voice firm but not unkind.

Savannah obeyed, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“Go hug that tree and remove the clothes on your bottom half.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, going over to the tree and obeying him.

Damn, the sight of that plug again . . .

“I’m going to punish you for your disobedience now, Savannah. You understand that you’ve been naughty?”

“Yes, sir,” she said, positioning herself her against a tree, her hands gripping the rough bark above her head. “I should have come straight back to you. I’m sorry.”

“Thank you for apologizing. I’m still going to have to discipline you to make sure you learned your lesson.”

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