Page 89 of Savage Claim

I smirked, adopting that cold, mean aura that I knew made her wet. “Playing with me like this is your punishment,” I told her. “It’ll serve as a reminder to never cross me again.”

Isabella shivered. “Okay.”

I stared at her, detaching myself from the emotions that welled up in my chest every time I so much as looked in her direction. I let myself go into that headspace that allowed me to focus on her body, on what I could do to make her scream and cry and beg without mercy. “What do you say if you want to stop?”

“Red,” she replied.

“And what's your color now?”

She swallowed hard. “Green.”

I smiled wolfishly and stood up from the bed. Leading her around to the other side, I helped her to lay on her side,positioning pillows so that her belly was cradled. Then, I secured her arms over her head. I touched her belly. “Nothing feels wrong here?”

Isabella shook her head. “I’m fine.” I cocked my head, eyebrow raised. “Green,” she said after a moment. “I’m green.”

I hummed and then reached for the first of the toys at the bottom of the bed. “I’m not going to edge you today,” I told her, and I watched her body relax just the slightest bit. “Instead, I want you to come as many times as you need to.”

She giggled, high and just a little afraid. “That’s a punishment?”

I smirked. “I guess we’ll see.” I situated a wireless wand vibrator between her thighs, barely touching her clit, and switched it on to the lowest setting.

A moan wrenched itself out of Isabella’s throat. Initially, she bucked into the vibration, whimpering as she chased the pleasure that it was giving her. I sat back and watched, content to see her squirm. I watched her first orgasm crest over her, and she whined through it. But then Ididn’tmove the vibrator. It kept buzzing away between her legs, and her breathing picked up. She looked over her shoulder at me, eyes wide. “Lorenzo.”

I hummed, sounding bored despite how hard I was in my jeans. She never looked more beautiful than when I had her stretched across our bed. “What,dolcezza? Is it too much?”

Her second orgasm crashed over her, and she cried out, louder now. Her hips tried to buck backwards now, away from the stimulation. I reached out and pressed her forward, holding her against the bulbous head of the vibrator more firmly. “It's too much,” she gasped out.

I hummed again. “I don't think so,” I told her. “I think you can take some more.” I let her go, letting her move the tiniest bit away from the buzzing sensation for now. Instead, I reached for the small plug that I had ordered with Isabella in mind. There was a small, red jewel on the end of it that was going to look beautiful against her skin. I also grabbed the small tube of lube.

I dripped the lube between her ass cheeks, and Isabella jerked, looking back over her shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“Do you trust me?”

She stared at me and then down at the plug in my hand. “Green,” she murmured, and then let out a sharp cry as the vibrator pushed her over the edge for a third time. Tears sparkled in her eyes, and I cooed.

“Beautiful,dolcezza.”

She tossed her head, struggling against her bonds. “No more,” she pleaded. “I can't.”

“You can,” I said and, after spreading lube on the plug, pressed it against the right furl of her rim. “Yes?”

Her cheeks turned a bright, brilliant red. “Yes,” she whispered. “Green.”

I groaned with her as I pushed the plug into place, seating it in her ass. She sucked in a deep breath as she adjusted to the stretch. When she got her breath back, I reached over her to the wand vibrator. She let out a breath of relief, thinking I was going to take it away, but instead, I turned up the intensity.

Isabella’s back bowed, and she screamed as she was wrenched into another orgasm. “Please!” she begged. “Please, make it stop.”

I laughed, feeling high from her pleasured misery. “You know how to make it stop,dolcezza,” I teased.

But she didn’t say it. Instead, she writhed in her bonds, tears running down her face, as she came again. And thenagain. When she started to breathe too quickly, I tugged the wand away and turned it off, and then, opening my jeans just enough to get my cock out, I wrapped myself around her. “Lorenzo,” she mumbled, shuddering against me.

I hushed her softly. “It’s over now,dolcezza,” I assured her. I gripped my cock, groaning as I stroked myself. She made a sound of protest, but there was no way I was going to fuck her now. Not when she was this out of it. Instead, I lost myself to my own hand and the soft skin of her ass cheek. I came with a grunt, and Isabella made another sad sound.

“I thought you said the punishment was over,” she slurred out.

I chuckled and reached up to untie her wrists. I brought them back down, rubbing at her arms to help her circulation. “You couldn’t have handled me right now,” I said. “Even if you think that you could.”

She hummed, sleepy. “Sounds like you love me or something.”

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