“Good girl,” he praised her. He didn’t wait. Eight and nine landed up high on the back of her thighs. Ten was right across her sit spot again, the hardest yet.
He dropped the cane and used both hands to rub the dark, angry marks. They were incredibly arousing to him.
“Savage.” There was an ache in her voice, even as she was crying. “I need …” She broke off.
He waited, but she didn’t say it. She didn’t ask him. He crouched down to use his mouth, catching the wild taste of strawberry honey that belonged to him. “You’re so fucking wet, baby. You need me, don’t you?” He sucked at her clit and then flicked at it with his tongue. “So needy. You loved the cane. Now you need my cock, don’t you?”
Her breath hitched. She pushed her dripping pussy into his face. Her bottom was blazing hot. Striped for him. “Please, Savage. You have to …” She broke off again, another sob interrupting. “I know not with a punishment, but …”
He stood again, stroking his aching cock. He was so full he was afraid he might burst just looking at her bent over the rail, her fiery bottom presented to him. “Tell me what you need, baby. Anything. I’ll give it to you.”
“Savage.” Breathy. A plea. A little sob.
He hated waiting. He lodged the broad head of his cock into the tight slick opening but refused to move. She had to be the one. He couldn’t take it further. She had to ask him. He was losing his mind, but the taking would be all the sweeter. He knew that. He rubbed those stripes, the ones darkening by the moment. Ran his fingernails over them even as he rocked his body gently.
“You have to fuck me. I can’t stand it.” The plea came out in a little rush. “Hard, Savage. You have to fuck me hard.”
He caught her hips and drove into her just the way she asked him to, burying himself to the hilt. He was a big man and strong. Her silken sheath reluctantly gave way, seizing his cock, the friction so good he threw back his head and roared as he took her, his body hammering into hers over and over. That scorching-hot fist of silk twisted around his cock, grasping at him, a merciless vise that sent jolts of lightning up his spine.
Her breath came out in little raspy cries that tore at his heart when his body was going up in flames. She was burning him from the inside out, not just his cock but every fucking organ he had, including his heart and soul. She lit them on fire, detonated them, so they blew apart like bombs, scattering pieces of him everywhere.
Looking at the stripes his cane had put on her made him hard as fucking titanium, but she melted him inside. Turned him into some kind of melting pussy instead of the sadistic asshole he knew he was. He bent his head before he could stop himself and pressed kisses down her spine while her scorching sheath drummed with her heartbeat, surrounding his cock with a ring of pure fire.
“Baby.” He breathed against her striped skin. “I love you. Fucking love you so damn much.”
It was heaven and hell to see those dark purple lines across her cheeks. His cock was a fierce piston that drove into her like a relentless, powerful machine. Every slap of their bodies coming together only incited him more. That rush. The euphoria. The feeling of absolute control and dominance. He fisted her hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to arch her back while he worked her body.
She came on his cock over and over, crying out. Calling his name. Her body desperately trying to steal the seed from his. He forced control on himself, not wanting to leave the paradise that was her body, not when he had this. But then the tsunami struck, overtaking her in a series of powerful waves so that her sheath clamped down like a vise, strangling his cock, ecstasy and hell, forcing ropes of semen from him. Long, jerking pulses that rocked him, that sent shock waves through him, flinging him to that place only she could take him.
He stood for a while on rubbery legs, bent over her, wondering how they were both still alive. He had no idea how long it took to register the sound of the waves hitting the sea stacks or his own wild heartbeat. He felt her shudder when he pulled out of her very gently. He felt like shuddering himself, his cock was that sensitive. Unheard of for him.
Savage waited another heartbeat before he managed to pull the drawstring pants up, and then he reached for her, getting an arm under her knees and around her back to lift her. He cradled her in his arms, but this time Seychelle didn’t curl into him as he carried her into the house. She didn’t link her arms around his neck or nestle her head on his shoulder the way she had every other time she needed comfort. He could lose her. He’d known this time would come. It was inevitable. She was bound to be confused, embarrassed, even humiliated that she could find sex so pleasurable mixed with pain.