Eyes dilated, her desperate gaze followed him as he moved around the couch to the left side. Her breath came in ragged little pants, sending her breasts jolting with each rush of air pushed so abusively through her lungs. He removed her left hand from the loop that held it. Hot blood rushed through his veins in anticipation. Stark lust mixed with raw love made a tight pressure in his chest. His cock had never been so hard or so full.
“I want you to stand, angel. Face the window this time, and the post. There’s plenty of room for you to stand. Spread your legs past shoulder-width apart. That’s right.” She was so perfect. She did exactly what he told her. “The couch will be right behind you.” His voice, usually controlled and velvet soft, sounded a little hoarse to his own ears. He cleared his throat and watched his woman obey him. That alone put more steel in his cock. Or maybe it was just looking at the perfect canvas of her back. His heart began to pound, a fucking drum of pure need. Of anticipation.
This time he caught her wrists and gently tied them together and then pulled them above her head and hooked them to a ring attached to the post. Outside the waves crashed in time to the beat of the music pounding in the room, and the drum of his pulse as his blood hammered in time through his heavy cock. He crouched low and attached the tie from the edge of the couch to one ankle so she couldn’t move her leg and then did so with the other.
Savage stepped close to her, put a comforting hand on the nape of her neck and kissed her rapidly pounding pulse even as he very gently brushed the whip up one side of her inner thigh toward her heated center. “Trust me to give you pleasure like you’ve never known, Seychelle. You’ll learn to love the way the fire brings you alive. Every nerve ending in your body will feel the rush. You’ll be aware of me. Centered on me. Know my cock is going to make you come apart. Shatter you. Bring you back and do it all over again.”
As he whispered to her, he rubbed the whip over her inflamed clit and used his other hand to cup her breast. She gasped, her head falling back on his shoulder as he tugged and rolled her heated nipple. Her hips moved on the whip handle helplessly.
“Give in to this, baby. You have to want this. Give yourself up to it and to me.” He pressed his body against hers so she could feel the hard length of his cock tight against her, so she could feel his breath rising and falling with the same passion running through her body—that same intense connection they had from the very beginning. “Surrender totally to it.
“You say yellow if we need to slow down. Red if you have to stop. You say red, it’s over. I won’t be upset. You understand me, baby?” He caught her chin and turned her face so she was looking into his eyes. “You say red, we’re done, and I’m cool with that. We’ve come this far, and this is good.” He kissed her gently.
He had never instituted a warning system in his life. No safe words. He hadn’t lived that lifestyle. But he hadn’t had a woman he loved, and he hadn’t felt the incredible euphoria of being completely free to be who he was. He hadn’t expected that, and he didn’t want to take a chance of loss of control. Not with Seychelle. Never with her. This kind of freedom was intoxicating—and therefore dangerous.
“Say you get me, angel.”
She nodded. “Yellow if I need to slow down, and red, we stop.”
“Good girl. Say you want this, Seychelle. I need to know before we keep going.” He turned his hand so that it was his knuckles sliding against her heat, not the whip. Her pupils were so dilated, her body so hot, and when he used his hand between her legs to rub her clit, her pussy lips were soaked. She was ready, but he had to hear her consent. She had to be with him fully on this or he wasn’t going to take them forward.
“I want this, Savage. I do. I’m afraid, but I want it.” Her entire body shook with need. His knuckles were coated with her honey.
Savage pulled his hand free and licked at his fist and then kissed the sweet spot between her neck and shoulder that always made her shiver with need. His tongue touched that spot. Flicked it. His teeth nipped and then bit down, claiming her. A little moan escaped.
“Remember, baby. Tears are sweet to me. But I don’t want to hear screams unless they’re all about pleasure.” He whispered the command and then stepped back from her, taking a deep breath as he allowed himself to really take her in. That sight. Her naked body tied for him. Open. Vulnerable. A willing sacrifice. Giving herself to him.