The shape of her ass was perfection to him, her bare cheeks presented, darkened with his handprints. His hand slipped over her cheeks, rubbing and massaging gently, sliding to her slick entrance to dip his fingers into her heat and draw out her moisture.
“You’re so wet, baby. You love this, don’t you? It feels so good.” He pumped his fingers into her, let her ride them while her toy worked her clit. He pulled his fingers free slowly and painted the crease between her cheeks with the thick moisture, pushing it over and over into her forbidden little star. “Remember I told you we were going for sinful and dirty, baby?”
Savage began to push the vibrating plug, the one he’d coated with cinnamon gel, into her tight little hole. She moaned softly, started to writhe, but the clamps tightened and she stopped abruptly. When the plug was fully seated, he stepped back and used his foot to widen her stance. He studied her for a moment, just drinking in the sight of her. He took his foot and widened her stance even more, needing to see her hot little pussy, now so wet she was almost dripping.
He struck with the strap without warning and didn’t let up, putting a little muscle into it, decorating the backs of her thighs, the seam where her buttocks and thighs met, and then striping her buttocks, first horizontally and then vertically. He didn’t put a single mark on her spine or back. Her sobs increased, her body shuddering.
“Let go, Seychelle, ride the pain. Let it take you.”
He kept the steady rhythm going, using the strap on her skin, watching the heat blossom, the red turn to purple. She didn’t make a sound, but her body jolted with each movement, and he knew what the mixture of pleasure and pain was doing to her, jumbling the brain, confusing her ideas of what felt good or bad until they were mixed together beyond her comprehension.
He tossed the strap aside, took the toy from her hand and threw it onto the bed. She remained bent over the bench, breathing hard, crying quietly. Savage shed his pants, his cock raging at him. He caught her arms and very gently helped her into a standing position.
“You did so good, baby. I’m so proud of you. What do you need? Tell me. Say it. Say it, Seychelle.”
“I need you to fuck me, Savage. I hurt.”
“You hurt so good,” he replied, his tone sheer velvet. A sin. Teaching her. Training her. He walked her backward until she was against the wall. He circled his cock, so hard and thick, desperate to be in her, but holding it out to her in temptation. “You need my cock, don’t you, baby?”
She reached up and circled her arms around his neck, one leg sliding around his waist, pressing her swollen, inflamed, very needy pussy against him. “I do.” Her tears continued to track down her face. “Savage.”
“You have to say it, Seychelle.”
“I need your cock.” She whispered it to him, a confession of truth.
He picked her up without preamble. “Wrap your legs around my waist, baby.” He didn’t wait. His cock was a monster and she was slick and hot. He drove into her, all but slamming her into the wall. She was tight, a scorching furnace wrapping him in a silken fist, and he began pounding into her. Her hands clutched his shoulders, fingernails biting deep into his skin, then tearing down his back as she tried for purchase so she could use him for leverage to impale herself as deep as she could get him.
“Harder. More,” she whispered. “I’m so close. Make me go over.”
“Not yet,” he denied her. “You wait until I say. It’s going to be so intense, a rush like you won’t believe, baby. I promised you sinful. You’re getting nothing less than spectacular. You deserve it, Seychelle, and I can give it to you.” He pounded into her, over and over, his cock a hot friction, a piston, sawing over the bundle of inflamed nerves. He kept thrusting, watching her face, feeling her body coil tighter and tighter.
Reaching down, he suddenly tugged off the clamp on her right breast fast. As the blood rushed to her nipple, he shifted position just enough to ensure his cock hit the perfect spot inside her, and he kicked up the remote on the plug in her forbidden star while his finger thumped her clit hard. Her eyes went wide in shock.
“Now, baby. Come for me now.”
Her mouth opened in a scream as a powerful orgasm swept through her, taking her over, ripping through her entire body in a merciless, seemingly endless series of tidal waves.
He kept pounding into her right through the tsunami, then gentled as the sensations lessened after a time. He leaned down to lick at her red, hot, sore nipple. “Intense, and such a rush, right, baby? You fucking loved that. I could tell. You’re so perfect. You were born for me, but even more importantly, I was born for you.”