Her ass was gorgeous. Round. Two perfect globes. He flicked the flat falls across them with a gentle stroke, letting them land in a light thud, warming her. She jumped but settled immediately. He added a little weight the second time, letting the falls fan out. This time they left faint pink stripes. He slid his hand between her legs to caress her pussy, to feel her wetness. He pushed one finger inside her and instantly was surrounded by her hot, tight, very needy channel. She moaned again and tried to ride his finger.
Savage stepped back, sucking the cream from his finger, his heart pounding, his cock jerking. “You liked that, didn’t you, baby? You need that bite. That streak of fire. Once it gets in your blood, it consumes you. You want to feel it more, don’t you? Do you need more?” His voice was a dark temptation whispering like velvet over her shivering body.
He could see the endorphins working, the goose bumps everywhere. She was breathing very rapidly, hips unable to stop moving, and she was so wet he could see the gleam on her pussy lips.
He slapped the falls harder against her ass, causing a distinct burn this time, and she gasped, shocked as the pain and fire rolled through her, crashing together until she couldn’t tell one from the other. He plunged fingers into her heat, curling them, stroking her most sensitive spot while his thumb slid over her swollen clit. He snapped the whip a second time with the same intensity, laying a line of streaks above the others, over the curve of her sweet ass. She gasped and rode his fingers, grinding down hard. Honey spilled hot all around his fingers.
“You like that burn, don’t you, baby? It makes you feel so alive. So connected to me. It’s more intense than anything in the world. Do you want to stop, or do you want me to take you much further?” He pulled his fingers free and rubbed her clit soothingly. Her pussy lips. The insides of her thighs with the handle of the whip. “Do you want the burn? The pain? The fire? Do you want to shatter for me, Seychelle?” His voice was that same low, wicked temptation.
He had his arms around her, one hand on her breast, pulling and tugging on first one nipple and then the other while his teeth teased her shoulder.
“Don’t stop. I don’t want you to stop.”
It was a whisper, but he heard. Surrendering to him in that way she had, giving him total control. Total power. She gave herself to him. Trusting him. The rush of hot blood to his cock was brutal. Vicious. Beyond all expectations. He kissed the nape of her neck, his fingers whispering over the curve of her breast to give her courage.
He stepped to the side and swung the galley whip, increasing the strength behind the strike to bring a careful, precise smack just below the curve of her ass. Her entire body went rigid as fire streaked through her. She cut off a scream, and he slid his hand between her legs to help mingle pain with pleasure. The sound turned to a needy moan.
Quickly, he placed three more strikes, thudding the flat whip tails against her rounded flesh with two of them and landing the other across her thighs before stroking her clit and letting her ride his fingers with her jerking hips. She was already beginning to accept the stinging needles of fire as they lanced across her body, pain turning to bright hot flames rolling through her. Instead of dancing away from the heat, she pressed her ass outward toward him—just barely, but she did it, even while her forehead dropped against the post.
Savage was tuned to body language, and his angel was nearly there, her breathing so ragged. She was struggling to assimilate the pain with the sizzling pleasure. There was no separating the two at this point—he knew from experience. He dragged his fingernails from the nape of her neck down her spine and then over the lash marks.
“You’re so ready.”
“I need your cock, Savage.” She tried to rock back into him.
“Not yet, baby. We’re not nearly done. There’s more. You need to climb higher for me.” He rubbed the red streaks, listening to her moans. It was music for him.
She nodded. “Yes. Please, honey.”
He found himself smiling. She’d asked him so nicely. “Then surrender to it, baby. Give yourself to the fire.” He lifted his hand and flicked his wrist, sending the falls thudding over the backs of her upper thighs, right under her ass. Her entire body jolted with the strike. He didn’t slow but continued up her body, the crease, the smooth rounded curve under her ass, and then over, sliding up her back, careful of her spine but leaving gorgeous stripes first on the left and then on the right side, all the time watching her closely.