Page 37 of Recklessly In Love With A Ruthless Savage 2
“You.” I moaned.
“Say it louder.”
“I belong to you!”
And with that, he pulled his hand away completely. Hot tears poured from my eyes. I was so close.
“Not yet, baby,” he said. “You’re not ready.” He said against my neck.
And then he walked away. He left me there bound, wet and desperate. The air shifted around me, warm and thick with everything he hadn’t done yet. Every second without his touch was its own kind of punishment. My thighs trembled, and my breath hitched as I tried to stay still, not rub against the sheets, and not cry out again. Then I heard it, the soft click of something metal.
What the hell was that?
Crew returned without saying a word. The mattress dipped again, but he didn’t speak and didn’t touch me. He just let me sit in his presence, needing him to touch, kiss me, anything. A second later, he pushed two thick fingers into me from behind and my touch starved body almost combusted. He pumped them in and out, curving them to stimulate my G-spot once, then twice before pulling them out. And then something cool brushed my lips. His fingers, sticky and wet. I moaned as he pushed them into my mouth, rubbing them on my tongue.
“Taste yourself,” he said, voice low and deadly calm.
I sucked greedily, moaning around them.
He withdrew them and kissed the base of my neck.
“You ready for me, Princess?”
“Yes, sir.”
He removed the blindfold. My eyes blinked in the low light, finding him crouched in front of me, naked and hungry, that storm in his eyes just barely held back by control.
“You’ve earned your first reward,” he said.
I swallowed hard. “First?”
“There will be many.”
He shifted behind me, unbuckled the cuffs on my ankles, and lifted my hips until I was on all fours. Not bothering to unbind my wrist. I gasped when the tip of his dick brushed my entrance.
“I’m not going to go slow,” he warned.
“Don’t. Please.” I begged.
And then he filled me. With one brutal stroke, burying himself so deep I cried out. It wasn’t the pain. It was pure relief.Like something I’d been missing finally came home inside me. He didn’t give me time to adjust. His pace started hard and fast, his hands gripping my hips like he was anchoring both of us to the moment. I could hear his breath sharp and ragged, like he was holding back more than just thrusts.
“Mine,” he gritted out.
“Yes. Uhhh,” I screamed into the sheets.
“You cum when I say.”
“Please Sir.”
Smack, Smack.
He slapped my ass again, harder this time. The sound echoed off the walls.
“Did I give you permission to speak?”
“No, sir.”
His rhythm never faltered. Every thrust was deeper, sloppier and more desperate than the last. I was shaking, crying and moaning so loud I didn’t care who heard. He reached around and rubbed my clit in fast, tight circles.
