Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 71312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
“Whatever else you want,” he says. “If it doesn’t include punishment, I’ll do it. A cup of tea. A glass of water. A back rub. A foot rub. A quick hard fuck. A slow soft fuck. Whatever, Savannah. I’ll do it. But I will not punish you under any circumstances.”
“But you just said—”
“A couple can enjoy spanking without it being a punishment. Many couples enjoy it.”
“So you’re saying you don’t want to tie me up?”
He closes his eyes a moment, and a visible shudder passes through him. “I’m saying that whatever you and I choose to do mutually will not involve me punishing you. There are things I’ve done, things I had to do for my own survival, that I’ll never do again, Savannah. Not while I’m a free man.”
“Not even for me?”
He shakes his head. “Especially not for you.”
I’ve already fallen hard, and in that moment, I fall completely.
I tumble into a rabbit hole from which there is no escape.
I’m in love with Falcon Bellamy.
And I don’t want to escape.
25
FALCON
I pull Savannah to me and kiss her.
Gently at first, but she melts into the kiss and deepens it…and then…
I’m lost.
I kiss her hard. I kiss her fast. I kiss her with all the pent-up passion inside me. All the pent-up anger at the world.
And I understand.
I understand her request for me to hurt her.
I understand more than she knows.
The screams are more than I can bear sometimes at night. I saved Tommy Ortiz, and I’ve saved a few others over the years from a single beating or rape. But I can’t save them all.
It’s impossible.
Savage can only do so much.
Sometimes the screams wake me from a nightmare of drowning in an ocean of acid, the caustic liquid burning my skin, my eyes, my soul.
When I awake, I gasp for air to the sounds of men being violated, emasculated in the worst way.
I curl my fists in rage, chills skittering up my spine as the fire of anger surges within me.
Must do something.
Must do anything.
But cannot.
I’m locked in my cell.
Sometimes it’s not another prisoner.
Sometimes it’s a guard.
The prisoners I can sometimes punish during the day if I know who they are.
The guards?
I’m defenseless.
They get away with it.
They get away with everything.
Fantasies swirl through my head of defacing, maiming, killing those who prey upon the weak.
I can’t stand the pain, the anguish, I…
I punch the concrete block wall with my fist hard enough that my knuckles bleed. Sticky red trickles over my knuckle tats. H E R R
Hawk
Eagle
Raven
Robin
And blood. And pain.
The pain helps a little. It eases the rage and anger and fire.
It lets me sleep.
Savannah breaks the kiss. “Please,” she gasps out.
I know what she wants. What she needs.
The spanking I won’t give her. The fuck I will.
I undress her quickly, throwing her clothes onto the floor. Then I pull off my own jeans and T-shirt and a moment later I’m inside Savannah, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting…
I’m ready.
Ready to spill inside her.
Ready to take my release.
Then I stop. I pull out, tease her pussy lips with my cock head.
Must slow down.
Must let her come.
Must give her what she needs.
“Falcon…”
“Easy, baby. Easy.” I pull all the way out and then move down her body, spread her legs.
I inhale the musky scent of the two of us together. Her pussy, my perspiration, her perfume, my musk.
Sex.
The scent of sex.
I’m so fucking hard I could cut diamonds, but I steel myself and slide my tongue over her pussy.
“No,” she says.
I raise my head from between her legs. “Excuse me?”
“I can’t. I can’t do this. I need to… I need to do something for you, Falcon. This has all been for me. I can’t be selfish anymore. I want to give back. I want to—”
She moves away from me. “Lie down. Please.”
“Savannah…”
“I’m serious. I’ve made this all about me, Falcon, and I’m done. I haven’t done anything for you. You’ve fucked me, made me come so many times. Helped me when I needed help. Protected me when I needed protection. Please…I can’t make this about me anymore. Let me do something for you.”
“What do you want to do, Vannah?”
My cock is ready. Ready for whatever she has in mind. But I can’t get too excited. She may want something else.
But she heads straight for my dick and slides her tongue over the head.
“Fuck…” I growl.
How long has it been since I’ve had my dick in someone’s mouth? That time during furlough, but those were three women, so there were always lips around my cock while other things were going on.
But this…
Savannah’s lips…
And nothing else. I can concentrate fully on what she’s doing to me.
And damn…she does it well.
She nips and sucks at my cock head and then slides her lips all the way over my shaft, sucking just the right amount to make me insane with desire. I’ve been inside her already, but this… Something about a blow job. It’s different, and it’s not as tight or as forceful as being inside a pussy, but in a way it’s more intimate.