He bent his head and kissed the small of her back again, and this time he lazily ran his nails very lightly down her left cheek. Her body shuddered. With his other hand, he cupped her sex, his finger circling her clit, then slipping into her heat to curl against the sensitive spot on her wall while his thumb strummed her clit. She was already getting slick for him. Just talking about what he needed, just that little bit of fire streaking through her.
“I do love you, Savage. I want to give you what you need,” she confessed, a little hitch in her voice.
“I know you do, baby, and that’s good.” He removed his hand and licked hungrily at his fingers. She tasted like heaven to him. He knew he was never going to get enough of her in his lifetime. “But the thing is, we both have to remember that I have an addiction. I’m always going to be a sexual sadist. I’m always going to want to push for more if you let me. You have to be the one to put the brakes on. I don’t want you to get addicted too. We both can’t go down too dark a path. We can keep things good. It will get bad when I cycle to the worst phase, and you’ll have to rein me in. When we’re training or having sex, you don’t go any further than you want to go. When I’m at my worst, I’m counting on you to stop me. I’m counting on you. I swear to you, Seychelle, if I ever hurt you, I’ll fucking put a bullet in my head. That’s the consequences of me going too far. You’re strong-willed. You want to please me, but you can stand up to me or anyone else when you want to. Do you understand what I’m saying to you? This isn’t a game we’re playing here. This is our life together. You’re a full participant. We do this together.”
She turned her head. He could see one eye looking at him through a fall of silky hair as she lay there quietly. He continued to rub the lotion into the welts on her upper thighs. “I’m strong enough, Savage. I do listen to you, whether or not you think I do.”
“When I’m at my worst, I’ll be at my most manipulative. I’ll work your body until you’re drenched. Until you’ll beg me to fuck you any way, anywhere I want to. You’ll be scared, and that will be part of the rush for me. All that power. All that dominance. I crave that shit, Seychelle.”
He had to warn her. He needed her to hear him. He had to make her understand that if it was really going to be the two of them, she would have to handle the danger to them. If he hurt her, he really would kill himself. He’d never take that chance again. Never.
“I’m well aware.” There was just the faintest trace of a smile, the flash of her dimple. “I study people, Savage. I read them. Do you think I wouldn’t read my man? Every inflection? Every expression?”
“I don’t have expressions. Stopped that shit when I was a kid and didn’t want the fuckers torturing me to know it hurt. Wanted them to think I was a fucking psycho. I think I became one.”
“No, you didn’t, silly.”
She sounded sleepy. He might have to carry her to the shower later, but she could have a small nap. He moved up the mattress beside her and wrapped his arm around her waist. “What got you the wettest when you were watching those porn flicks, baby?”
“I’m not telling you. You’ll only use it against me.”
“You like it when I torment you.”
“Not so much anymore. I used to like it. Now I end up with a sore bottom.”
He smiled. He couldn’t help it. Her voice was low and sexy, although she didn’t mean it that way. She meant to be sulky. Seychelle wasn’t a sulky person. She had her head turned away from him. He nuzzled her neck and scraped his teeth back and forth, waiting for the goose bumps to come up on her sensitive skin before kissing his way up to her ear. Placing his lips over her ear, he nibbled on her lobe and then licked.
“Your bottom could be a lot sorer if I spanked you for not answering me, now, couldn’t it?” he whispered.
“If you did that, I wouldn’t be able to go out to dinner with you and your friends.”
Little Miss Sass with the smart comeback. He couldn’t help smiling. She made his life fun when before, it had been nothing but a dark pit of rage.
“You would come with me. If you can’t sit down, it’s because you chose to put yourself in a position of getting punished.” His teeth tugged at her earlobe. “They’d understand. Maybe not Blythe. She’d spend the evening sneaking you worried looks and giving me murderous ones. Then, when they went home, she would give Czar absolute hell.” He sounded pleased because the idea of it was gratifying. “I’d like that, baby.” He reached a hand down and rubbed her bare cheeks. Gently, but hard enough to let her know his hand was there.