Savage Road (Torpedo Ink 7)
His cock nearly went into a violent frenzy at the thought of it. He gave himself permission to enjoy the flood of near euphoria overwhelming his senses. It was the first time in years he could be who he really was, and the freedom was incredible. Insane. He was soaring. Flying high. He glanced toward the drawers by the windows, where he kept his whips. The real ones. Not today, he reminded himself. That would come another day. Hopefully, a long time from now, when she was ready. For now, he had this.
The gallery whip in his hand felt like a part of him, an extension of his body. Hot blood ran like volcanic lava through his veins at the thought of Seychelle and the pure canvas of her body. His hand tightened on the handle of the flogger. Already he could see the slick heat on her bare pussy lips for him. Waiting. Anticipating. He bent and licked at those hot little drops, relishing her taste. A shudder ran through her entire body, her hips jerking. She moaned.
“So good, baby. You look so beautiful.” He settled at the end of the couch, between her open legs. “This is why you’re stretched so wide for me. So I can do dirty, sinful things to you, like eat you alive.” He grinned at her as he trailed the leather falls lightly over her thighs and then dipped down to lick up her left thigh and stop just at that burning entrance. “But there is one little rule, Seychelle. You know how I am about those rules.”
“Savage.” Now there was a little demand in her voice.
“Tone, baby. You’re in a bad position to give me attitude. The rule is, you don’t get to make a sound. I give this to you, you take it quiet. You start makin’ noise, we stop.” He gave her another wicked grin. “Let’s see how quiet my woman can be.”
Seychelle was never quiet when it came to orgasms. Never. He wanted her on the edge. Desperate. So ready. He took one more look at what was his, and then he kissed his way to her bare pussy lips and began tormenting her. Devouring her. He used his tongue as a weapon, enjoying her taste, wanting to eat her morning, noon and night, reveling in the fact that she was his and he could.
His girl began making those little delicious noises that turned him on even more. Only his angel could make moans and kittenish mewls sound like music. They started off soft as her hips bucked and her pussy pressed tight against his mouth, and then she was thrashing wildly, and her voice began to rise, just as he’d known it would. He immediately lifted his head, wiping his face on her thighs, grinning wickedly as he met her eyes.
“Savage. No. You can’t stop.”
“Told you the rules, wild one. Can’t help it if you chose to be loud.”
“You set me up.”
He had, but he wasn’t admitting a thing. He stood up, stepping to the side to study her writhing form. “Baby, it’s all right, you’re going to get what you want. I’ll let you have it.” He brought the flogger down gently across her thighs. A whisper of leather. On her heightened nerve endings, it felt like a lick of fire, like his tongue. “Feel that?”
He sent the heavy falls thudding just a little more forcefully over her inner thighs, allowing them to reverberate through her body. She cried out, her hips lifting to meet the falls.
“You’re so ready, baby. Feel that thin line of fire? Now, Seychelle. For me.” He didn’t wait in between strikes, twisting the flogger so the thinner edges struck over her exposed pussy, lashing with several streaks of fire.
Seychelle screamed as the coiled tension in her body exploded into a powerful orgasm. Savage flicked at those bright pink stripes with his tongue and then sucked on her inflamed, swollen clit while the brutal waves rushed over her like a terrible tsunami refusing to stop. It just built and built through her body, rolling through her. Savage lightened his touch, easing her down, but kept her body coiling tight again, needing more, with several lighter licks and flicks of his tongue. He petted and soothed her shivering body with his palm, occasionally running his fingers over the stripes, sending another small lick of fire through her.
Her entire body shuddered. “Savage. I need more. That was crazy, but I need more. It feels like my whole body is hungry for you. I need you right now.”
He pressed a kiss on those fiery little streaks. They were beautiful and bright against the pink under all that gleaming wild strawberry and honey spilling out of her for him.
“I’ll give you what you need, baby.” He slipped the loops from her ankles, trailed the leather falls of the whip up her body to her throat while he slid her hand from the right loop.