Total pages in book: 178
Estimated words: 163885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 819(@200wpm)___ 656(@250wpm)___ 546(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 819(@200wpm)___ 656(@250wpm)___ 546(@300wpm)
“Savage, don’t move so fast. We’re working into this,” she cautioned. “I just let you spank me, hard, as punishment. And I had an orgasm. Do you have any idea how confusing and humiliating that is?”
“Why would you find it humiliating?” He was genuinely curious. Women didn’t always make sense to him. “You gave me something I needed. If anyone should be humiliated because they need to spank their woman, that would be me.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I accepted who I was a long time ago.”
“But grown women don’t allow themselves to be spanked. And they don’t enjoy it.”
“Who makes that fuckin’ rule? You gave me a gift. Isn’t seeing to your partner’s needs part of being with someone? You didn’t particularly want to do it, but you did it anyway. For me. Because I needed it. We both made a commitment. You know what I need because I laid that shit out there for you. If you’re willing to give me what I need, I’m going to make certain you feel pleasure when you’re giving that to me.”
She blinked at him, her long lashes sweeping down and then back up. “I never thought of it that way.”
“You should. You’re the one giving me the gift. I’m the one taking. It’s our relationship; nobody else has the right to stick their nose in and judge us. Or at least judge you.” He was adamant about that. He didn’t want a single person passing judgment on her. She was a miracle, a woman of such courage that she chose to stay with him when he’d told her point-blank what he had to have in his life.
She smiled up at the ceiling, shaking her head. “You’re so strange, Savage. One minute you’re spanking me, the next you’re giving me an orgasm that rocks my world and then you’re kissing me senseless. Now you’re saying the nicest things possible. I’m not certain what to think.”
He stroked the razor very carefully over those beautiful little curls he hated to see go. His fingertips slipped inside her thigh, fondling that soft skin there. It was such an intimate thing to do—shave his woman’s cute little pussy.
“I’m still confused that I could feel so afraid, pained and have such an amazing, shocking and fantastic orgasm all at the same time.”
He straightened and waited until her eyes met his. He grinned at her, gesturing with the razor. “You’re going to have a lot of those, babe, so be prepared.” He loved that she was so honest with him. She’d need to be.
Her eyes searched his. “That was all you.”
“You’re not going to suffer for me and then not get anything back,” he said. “I told you that. I’m a bastard, and I can be a monster, but I will always, always take care of you. You’re the most important person in my life, and I’m going to make certain you never regret your decision to stick with me.”
“Savage, really? When I was hanging upside down over your lap, scared and feeling humiliated, I was totally regretting that decision.”
Again, she spoke the truth, and he could have kissed her all over again for it. She made him happy. He knew she would. Those moments might be brief and fleeting, but he experienced them. And the longer they were together, the more he believed she would stay, the more those moments would last.
“But you didn’t tell me to get out,” Savage said. “You didn’t go back on your word. You let me do what I needed to do.”
“I’m not going to get drunk again or go off with some strange man.” Her voice rang with humor, and those little golden musical notes slipped into the room and danced toward the ceiling.
“Good plan. Tell me five things you love doing.” He lovingly ran the razor over her bare skin, making certain to get every last hair before once again wiping away the cream. Her skin was so pale it would show his every mark. Just looking at her bare lips and pretty sloping mound where his stripes would lay so perfectly had his cock back to a steel spike. It amazed him that she could do that. His reaction to her was astonishing.
“I’ll tell you five things I love doing if you match me every time.”
“That’s fair,” he agreed, rinsing the razor and drying her off.
“Singing. I have to sing. Sometimes there’s a buildup inside of me that won’t let up, and I know if I don’t go somewhere and sing, I’m going to explode. It sounds crazy, but if anyone can understand, it’s you.”
Savage liked that. He liked that they shared a bond, even if her needs were far healthier than his. He needed to see his marks all over his woman to get aroused, or the images in his mind, at least with this woman. He wasn’t certain that counted.