"I'm not her."
"No, thank Christ you haven't gone through what she has, and I pray you never goddamn do because I will devolve into my father if anyone dares hurt you.
"I'm torn between wanting you close and wanting to push you away because these last couple weeks are a reminder of how things can roll, and we haven't even been attacked by outsiders. These were men who were supposed to be loyal to us." I sucked in a breath. "Though you told me you wanted to be at the hanging, you still stunned the fuck out of me by kicking Anthony's step over. Eventhen, I was concerned when you went quiet.
"I thought you had regrets."
"I regret very little." The simple answer had me blinking but she shrugged off my bewilderment. "You can't regret what you want at the time. If I have regrets, it's that we wasted five years apart. It's that you and I didn't have more time as a couple before this crap came down around us.
"It's that to your men, I'll always be a weakness, when I want you to know that I have your back, no matter what.
"I will never judge you. If you go crazy like your da, I won’t then either. Because I love you and this kind of love doesn't go away. If those five years proved anything, it's that."
My lips curved as I looked down at her. Gently, I pressed a kiss to her mouth and I rumbled, "How am I supposed to flog you now?"
She pulled back but her fingers clung to my shoulders."You do it with a smile."
I couldn't stop myself from snickering if I tried.
Shaking my head, I told her, "Pass it to me then."
"It'll be wet," she warned.
"Lick it clean first."
A mewl escaped her and her eyes fluttered closed.
She inhaled, slowly exhaled, then reached down and tugged it free. Her throat bobbed as she did so, then she drew it to her lips and started to clean the handle.
"It's nine inches," I informed her. "Custom made for you."
She swallowed as she sucked it between her lips. The sight made me reach down and unfasten my fly again.
I strode away from her to place the glass of wine on the dresser before I returned to watch her.
"You're fucking gorgeous, Savannah. Turn around and present that beautiful ass of yours to me. Legs spread wide. I want your pussy to feel the licks."
I snatched the flogger as she obeyed and retreated to her earlier position, but her legs were wider this time.
As I spun the flogger in an arc, letting the tips dance over her curves, I moved it along the length of her inner thighs then over her ass and up to her hips. She wasn’t used to being flogged, so I kept it light, enough to get her blood flowing, her heart pumping.
She squirmed and writhed, soft noises escaping her, ones that turned into hard shrieks whenever I concentrated on one area.
When her ass was burning a bright red, I slotted the tip of my cock into her cunt and I thrust it back and forth, getting it slick with her juices, then I notched it against the pucker of her ass.
She groaned into the sheets, her hands clutching at them as I thrust inside her.
"Take it, Savannah," I growled, watching as she forced herself to relax.
I grabbed her by the hips and thrust the handle into her drenched pussy, tipping the tails so that they danced between her legs.
As I plowed into her, she screamed as I tugged on the flogger, twisting it, gently moving it back and forth so that it rubbed against my dick with every driving thrust of my hips.
Her fingers dragged the sheets off the corners of the bed as she screamed, bucking back against me, fucking me as much as I fucked her.
When I felt her inner muscles clamp down around the handle, I angled my cock down against her happy spot and felt the ramification of that ricochet through her body.
She froze.
She fell silent.
She didn't even breathe.
Then, as I fucked that spot, arching back onto my heels to hit it from both angles, she exploded around me.
Coming so hard that her cunt and ass nearly pushed me and the flogger out.
As she soaked my pants with her cum, I smirked at the mess as I let myself fall.
Free, in a way that only Savannah would let me experience.