Chapter 16
CHAPTER 16
SAVANNAH
T he sun coming through the windows woke Savannah. She really needed to encourage Savage to get some darker curtains to hang up in his room. Although, in the last month, she’d come to realize he woke at dawn no matter how dark the room was. His room at The Clubhouse was pitch black and he still woke right before sunrise. His biological clock was set to military time, he’d told her. Didn’t mean she wanted to wake up that early. Unlike Savage, she preferred to sleep in. She nestled deeper into the warmth of Savage's embrace, his strong arms wrapped protectively around her. For a moment, she lay still, savoring the feeling of safety that enveloped her. Her new normal was feeling safe and cherished instead of fearful and anxious. She’d really gotten used to it, although sometimes she was afraid it was a dream and she’d be woken abruptly at any moment.
Savannah's mind drifted to the whirlwind of events that had brought her here. The fear and uncertainty that had plagued her just last month seemed distant now, replaced by a tentative peace. She absently twirled a lock of her hair, a habit that surfaced when her thoughts raced. It was a welcome change from biting her nails. Savage constantly grabbed her hand and held it tightly whenever she’d start chewing on them. Twirling her hair seemed to be more acceptable to him.
“What are you thinking about, sweetheart?” Savage asked.
"I never thought I'd feel this... secure," she replied. As she took in Savage’s rugged features, she realized again how lucky she was. She traced the faint scar on his jawline with her finger.
"Secure is an interesting word for it. I have another word," he said huskily.
“Oh yeah? What’s the word?”
“Mine.” Her core clenched at the way he growled the single syllable. Savage pulled her closer, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
"Did you sleep well?" Savage asked.
Savannah nodded, her cheek resting against his chest. "I sleep incredibly well when we are together. It’s when we are apart that sleep is harder.”
Savage's chest rumbled with a low chuckle. "Good. I’m glad to be your safe place to come home to.” Those words, spoken with such conviction, cut right through her. She blinked rapidly, fighting back the sudden sting of tears. She’d fallen for this man. In a span of a month, she’d fallen completely in love with him. It might have happened in the first week, if she were to be honest. She loved him.
"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" Savage asked, his tone light but his eyes searching.
Savannah hesitated, then decided on honesty. "Just thinking about how different things are now. A month ago, I was..." she trailed off, the memory of her fear and desperation still raw.
Savage's arms tightened around her. "All of that's in the past now, sweetheart. You're here, you're safe, and that's what matters. Zeb and his cronies are in jail, awaiting trial. No one is out to get you and even if they were, they’d have to come through me first. I’ll tell you as often as you need to hear it. You are safe."
“I know. I’m safe and I’m yours and I love you.”
“Say it again,” Savage demanded.
“What? That I’m safe?” She asked, confused.
“No. The last part.”
“That I’m yours and I love you.”
“You love me.”
“I do. I don’t know when I started loving you. I think maybe it started the day you spanked me and helped me release my guilt… but I realized it today.”
“I love you too, baby girl. You are my everything.” Savage's calloused hand trailed down Savannah's side, igniting a trail of goosebumps in its wake. His touch, both gentle and possessive, sent a shiver through her body. Savannah's breath hitched as Savage's eyes locked onto hers, filled with an intensity that made her heart race.
"You're so beautiful," he said, kissing a trail from her breastbone to her belly button.
Savannah's body responded to his touch with an eagerness that surprised her. She reached up, running her fingers through his salt-and-pepper hair, she tugged on it, not hard enough to hurt him but hard enough to get his attention.
“Did you just pull my hair?” The shock in his question made Savannah giggle.
“Maybe…”
Savage growled low in his throat before he lowered his head, lips pushing against hers. The kiss was brutal, claiming. When he broke the kiss, her lips were tingling. He moved over her and looked down.
“Do you know what I love most about being your Daddy?”
“What?”
“Being completely in charge of you. I get to spoil you rotten, spank your beautiful ass when you are naughty and fuck you whenever and however I want. I get to decide if I spank you for pulling my hair or fuck you until you can’t walk comfortably. Now, what do you think Daddy should do with a little girl who yanks on his hair?”
“I don’t know, Daddy,” she said with a smirk. “Didn’t you just say you get to decide?” She loved it. Loved every part of their power exchange relationship. Loved how he made the decisions, and she could just be. Be who she was without fear. And damn, if the man didn’t take the best care of her.
Savage reached down with one hand and grabbed her ankles, pulled them straight up in the air and brought his other hand across her bare ass cheeks several times. The swats hurt, he held nothing back, but the pain went straight to her clit. This was a delicious type of spanking. The kind that made her drench the sheets with her arousal.
“Such a naughty girl. First, you pull my hair and then you get sassy with me. I think I need to remind you exactly who is in charge.” He dropped her legs, and her lips found hers again, kissing her so deeply she forgot to breathe. She was panting by the time he broke the kiss. His hands roamed over her body. Twisting and pinching her nipples, gently stroking her side, exploring her curves. Pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain. No rhythm to it, no predictable pattern. He was driving her absolutely insane.
As one hand pinched and twisted her right nipple while the other gently rubbed the left, she gasped, "Daddy, please..."
"Please what, baby girl?” he purred in her ear.
"I need... I need...” words failed her.
“You need what?” He growled.
“I need you, Daddy. I need you inside me. Please.”
Savage chuckled deeply. “What kind of Daddy would I be if I didn’t meet your needs? All of your needs.” He positioned himself at her entrance, locked his eyes with hers and he entered her, inch by delicious inch, filling her up with his hardness, stretching her around him like she was made for him and him alone. He grasped her hips and held on as he rode her from above.
"Oh fuck, sweetheart, you feel so good."
He began to thrust shallowly, then a little deeper, then shallow again. "Tell me how it feels," he growled in her ear.
"It feels so good, Daddy, but I need more," she panted. “You’re killing me. Please!” He didn’t change a thing. Slow and shallow, he was teasing her with his cock. It was sweet torture. She tried to roll her hips forward, to lift them off the bed and get him deeper inside. But his grip on her hips made it impossible to do anything but feel him. He set the pace; he controlled everything. Another wave of arousal washed over her as she realized she could do nothing but what he wanted.
“You’re mine, Savannah. Do you understand me? Mine to love, mine to protect, mine to fuck.” His words sent shivers down her spine as he picked up the pace: in and out, in and out, hitting her G-spot with every thrust. “I have never felt this way for anyone. You’re everything, Savannah. Everything I’ve ever wanted and...” He grunted, fighting for composure, “I love you too.”
Her heart swelled with his words. “Please, Savage. Fuck me. Show me how much you own me.”
Savage obliged. His hands continued to grip her hips for leverage as he began to move in and out of her, each roll of his hips sending shockwaves through her entire body. "I love it when you talk dirty, baby girl," he moaned, his breath hot on her neck as he dropped one hand to her clit, rubbing it in circles as he fucked her into the mattress. She felt herself spiraling out of control, the sensations building up to a fever pitch.
"Savage," she said, her voice shaking due to the intensity of her building orgasm, "Savage, I'm...I think I'm going to..."
He stopped thrusting and held very still inside her body for a few seconds before he started moving again. "You orgasm when I tell you too," he growled in her ear before biting down on her lobe. Savage didn't stop there though, he flipped her onto her stomach and slapped her ass cheeks before settling in again, sliding deep inside her from behind. His every thrust was deep and deliberate, plunging into her, taking her in a way that made her feel complete. Connected to him on a level that went beyond the physical. Her nails dug into the sheets as she was rocked from behind.
He smacked her ass a couple more times and reared back and slammed into her pussy.
That was all it took to send Savannah over the edge. Her orgasm washed over her in waves while her entire body shuddered around his length. He grabbed her by the hips and stilled her movement, driving himself into her even deeper.
"Scream for me, baby girl. Let it all out." His voice was rough with lust, and it sent shivers down her spine. With a primal growl, she let go and gave in to the pleasure coursing through her veins. She thrashed and screamed in abandon as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss vibrated through her. At some point, he must have orgasmed too, but she was so busy riding out her own pleasure, she didn’t hear him take his.