Chapter 5 #2
Another rumbling growl captured and held my attention as he pushed my chin upward while deftly removing my bra.
The slight chill tracing lines in my skin was quickly warmed by his hot breath.
First, he nipped my earlobe, sucking while driving me against the wall.
With his other hand, he unfastened my pants, taking his time to unzip as if there was no worry about our actions.
As if the ongoing danger meant nothing.
With the cold air, every muscle should be shaking, but the closeness of his massive body kept me so warm.
The same hot breath skipped along the base of my throat before he lowered his head, daring to flick his tongue across my aching nipple.
A slight laugh pushed past my lips and I pressed my head against the solid surface, uncertain how to feel since the territory was so unknown.
The fluttering sensations inside my belly increased much like the vibrations crisscrossing the skin. The way his fingers danced across my bare skin was incredible. He gathered one hardened bud with his lips, lightly sucking while rubbing his thumb across the other.
All I could concentrate on were the sounds he was making, decisive and primal. Every guttural breath highlighted his rapidly increasing hunger. Somehow, I knew we were past a point of shattering the connection, too far gone mentally. Whatever this was, the Savage was insistent on claiming me.
He rolled his lips to my other nipple, taking his time sucking and biting as my legs continued to shake.
When he finally tugged on my pants, able to yank the dense material past my hips, my gasp was as strangled as my breathing.
There was no time to process my emotions before he slipped his hand between my thighs, rubbing his fingers across my panties.
Against my sex.
I sucked in and held my breath, blinking profusely as bright lights converged over my eyes. Was I seeing things? Was my reaction normal? Or was something wrong with me?
His heavy sigh escaped exactly when I needed some sense of knowing if I was damaged goods. A tiny smile crossed my face, a moan of relief that seemed to catch him by surprise. He lifted his head, his chest rising and falling.
“You’re so wet for me.” He rubbed his fingers in a long line, his actions slow and easy while pushing the material between my swollen folds. The friction was amazing and soon I was trembling all over. My panties were drenched and the pressure from his fingers boosted the excitement.
Every reaction left me wild with need. I bucked my hips as he stroked me harder through the fabric until the perfect rhythm was created.
When I closed my eyes, I was able to envision being in a beautiful setting, the Grand Canal of Venice, a hotel room with French doors open to the serene setting below.
Soft music played in the background, the light breeze from the warm air tickling the sheets barely covering our naked, sweaty bodies. Champagne sat in a bucket of ice, already opened and prechilled with two crystal flutes just waiting for when we both became thirsty.
Yes, the setting was perfect, if only in my mind, surreal in a way that brought more angst than delight. These were things I’d never experience.
“Yet I’m going to make you even wetter.” The intensity of his fingers and the dark promise of his words dragged me back to the present and to the bleak environment that would never change.
My mouth twisted, preparing to spew a typical nasty comment, but no words came to mind.
Everything about the way he pulled his slickened fingers under his nose then rubbed them across his lips was dirty. But when he shoved them into his mouth, I was in awe of just how sinful the Savage could be.
Was that part of their programming, using seduction to get whatever information they wanted? Or was he a special breed, a top achiever in his field?
“Sweet.”
The single word brought a complex array of emotions, or maybe it was the sound of his voice. So deep. So penetrating.
He backed away by a few inches and I slumped down on the wall, watching him with such an intense need I couldn’t breathe as he unfastened his pants. The corner of one lip was upturned as he watched me, taking his time to remove the rest of his clothing.
He had me at a disadvantage with my pants wrapped around my legs. Maybe the Savage was fearful I’d run. How could I get away with so many of them standing watch?
As soon as he was bare, I pushed away from the wall, the shock of what I was seeing almost too much to bear. The weight of his gaze was almost too intense. He wanted my reaction, so I gave it to him. I dragged my tongue across my bottom lip.
Everything about him reminded me that he was a true predator, eager to take what he wanted. With two steps that seemed to take forever, he advanced. From the way he was looking at me, heat swelled in my stomach. I’d never known anyone so expressive, a single look alone telling me his thoughts.
Ones that kept me floating on air.
He was going to devour me whole. With his fingers flexed, he rolled his palm down my stomach, the action so intimate my thighs clenched. The times I’d dared allow myself to wonder what it would be like to have a man look at me the way Rage was doing paled in comparison to reality.
As deftly as he’d done everything else, he pulled my pants down, yanking off one boot then the other. Standing only in panties, the rush of embarrassment hit me like the heavy swing of a sledgehammer. My reactions around him were involuntary. This time, I threw my arm across my chest.
“Never cover yourself.” He pulled my arm away easily even with my resistance.
His voice was so deep and sultry, I was clearly becoming mesmerized because my reactions were not my normal behavior. He chose that moment to slip his fingers under the elastic of my panties, tearing them off my body with little effort.
Instead of gasping from fear or annoyance, I sucked in a ragged breath. He stood only inches away, towering over me as before, but he seemed a giant now that I was standing in bare feet. The moment was oppressive until I felt his fingers brushing across my inner thigh.
He was purposely trying to drive me crazy. Did he expect me to beg? Not a chance. I turned my head on purpose, causing a simple yet profound reaction with his dark chuckle.
“You can try and deny your desire, but we both know better.”
What I knew was that this couldn’t occur. My resolve seemed more pronounced and I pushed away from the wall as I’d done before. Only this time I had every intention of getting the hell away from him.
Before I lost my way.
Before there was no chance of turning back and regret would leave me covered in shame and silence.
Apparently, the beast had anticipated my every move. I’d barely snagged my pants and made it two steps before he grabbed my arm, tossing me back against the wall.
This time when crowding my space, there was no room for error. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Anywhere but here.” The push-pull on my mind was extreme. Breathing was impossible.
“Is that what you really want?”
The retort was on my tongue, but I said nothing, another wave of suffocation stealing my breath.
And perhaps my thoughts.
But there was no mistaking the constant burn of yearning even as he spun me around, pressing my face against the wall. I had no idea what he was doing at first, pushing back against him just before his palm connected with my bottom.
The brutal crack in sound was jarring, the action stunning. He was spanking me. What? Shock tore through me with lightning speed while I remained in limbo, uncertain what to do or how to react.
When he smacked my bottom again, the instant ache tingled my extremities while driving a pool of fire into my core.
“Stop.” My demand seemed pointless with his firm hold even as he pressed his fingers against the small of my back to keep me in position. Every crack of his hand brought a thorough wave of vibrations, all electrified. All keeping me wet.
Soon, I was panting in response, trying desperately to find a way to escape. Every move brought a harder smack. Soon, my skin ached, but that was nothing in comparison to the wave of raw heat sweeping through every cell and muscle.
I’d experienced pain before, but this was a wash of intrusive agony that couldn’t be easily explained. Especially since my pussy continued throbbing.
His actions weren’t gentle by any means, one smack after another keeping me reeling with emotions.
“Never try and escape me,” he warned. “Never.”
A threat or a promise of more? I wasn’t certain I minded either way. He continued the horrific insult to the tough woman I’d become, leaving a slow, even burn spreading across my skin.
I could only imagine the discoloration, redness blotching my skin, but that’s what he wanted. A reminder. While annoying, what bothered me was with every clap of his palm, agony mixed with pleasure, the effect lingering in anticipation of more.
And the brutal Savage gave it to me, one coming after another until I was unable to hold back a strangled cry. Why was no one coming to my rescue? Were his men so inured to the cries of a woman they didn’t bother checking the reason for the sound?
No, they knew better than to challenge their leader.
Every time I squirmed, the ache deepened, bolting into tight, dark, and wet spaces. As the punishment continued, I found my ass pressed out for his hand. Amongst the haze I wasn’t certain if he’d moved me or I’d done so myself. The thought was intolerable.
When he slowed, finally pulling his hand away, I was thankful it was over. He didn’t back away, allowing me to breathe; he pressed his hand between my legs instead and cupped my wetness.
His fingers worked magic, swirling around my clit several times before he pinched the tender tissue. As he likely wanted, I yelped, smashing my hands on the wall.
“Tell me you’ll obey.” When he dipped his fingers into my tight channel, the raw slice of rapture was so unexpected I couldn’t utter a response. When he stopped cold, I knew why.