Chapter 22
Freaking asshole rat bastard!
Sadie didn’t say the words out loud - this time. She’d learned her lesson about that already. But they played as a litany inside her head.
Well, until Saul single handedly, with just the use of a feather and his tongue, along with some kind of evil e-stim attachment that imparted just the lightest of tickling sensations to her genitals, managed to discombobulate her mind.
True to his word, whenever she screamed obscenities at him, since he hadn’t bothered with a gag this time, he brought her to the very edge of climax, then backed off, using a feather - yes, a damn bona fide ostrich feather - to paint frustratingly light patterns over her skin.
Sadie's body trembled, every nerve ending alight with sensation.
She bit her lip hard, fighting the urge to curse at Saul again.
Her wrists strained against the soft scarf binding her to the bed as another wave of pleasure crashed over her, bringing her right to the precipice before cruelly receding.
"You're doing so well," Saul murmured, his breath hot against her inner thigh. "I can see how badly you want to come. All you have to do is ask nicely."
The feather traced lazy circles around her navel, then dipped lower. Sadie's hips bucked involuntarily. She squeezed her eyes shut, torn between the desperate need for release and the stubborn refusal to give Saul the satisfaction.
Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, the e-stim device pulsed to life again, sending little sparks of electricity dancing across her most sensitive areas. A whimper escaped her lips before she could stop it.
Saul chuckled, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "I'm waiting, sweetheart. You know what to say."
“Fuck you!” she replied from between gritted teeth, refusing to give him the satisfaction.
Saul just laughed with so much wicked intent, she knew she’d be paying for it.
“Later, sweetheart,” he crooned. “We’ll get to that afterwards.”
Sadie's body arched off the bed as Saul's tongue found her most sensitive spot once again.
The combination of his skilled mouth and the teasing pulses from the e-stim device had her teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
She could feel her resolve crumbling with each passing second.
Her body ached with such intense need that it engendered the real pain she always craved in the most unexpected way.
But despite that, she didn’t want the pain. She just wanted to come.
Just wanted him.
Rat bastard!
"Please," she whimpered, barely above a whisper.
Saul paused, his dark, fathomless eyes meeting hers. "What was that? I didn't quite catch it."
Sadie groaned in frustration. She knew exactly what he wanted to hear, but her pride was putting up one last fight.
The feather ghosted along the inside of her thigh, making her shudder; yearning for something harsher.
Pain she could handle. She’d become inured to it over the years.
But this kind of soft pleasure? Asshole!
Her insides clenched emptily, desperate for more. Desperate for him.
Except she didn’t want to give in. Didn’t want to make herself that vulnerable.
And fuck, if she wasn’t actually enjoying herself, against all expectations.
Saul kept on surprising her that way. So much so, she really shouldn't be surprised any more.
The dratted man took everything she thought she knew about herself and turned it on its head.
It was enough to have a tiny seed of hope germinating quietly within the deepest recesses of her subconscious.
"Please," Sadie repeated, louder this time, her voice trembling with need. "Please, Saul. I need to come."
A slow, satisfied smile spread across Saul's face. "There's my good girl," he purred, rewarding her with a long, languorous lick. "Was that so hard?"
Before Sadie could retort, he cranked up the intensity on the e-stim device.
The increased pulses of electricity, combined with the expert strokes of his tongue, sent her spiraling into the most intense orgasm.
Her back arched off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her gasping and trembling.
Saul didn't let up, drawing out her climax until she was whimpering from overstimulation. Only then did he ease off, pressing gentle kisses to her inner thighs as she came down from her high.
"You're beautiful when you let go," he murmured, his dark eyes meeting hers with an intensity that made her breath catch.
Sadie felt exposed in a way that had nothing to do with her physical nakedness. That seed of hope bloomed a little more, despite her best efforts to squash it. She turned her face away, unable to meet Saul's intense gaze any longer.
"Untie me," she mumbled, suddenly desperate to regain some semblance of control.
Saul's fingers ghosted along her arm as he reached for the scarf binding her wrist. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, a hint of concern in his voice.
"I'm fine," Sadie snapped, then immediately regretted her harsh tone. She took a deep breath, trying to center herself. "I just... I need a minute."
As soon as her hands were free, Sadie sat up, drawing her knees to her chest. She could feel Saul watching her, giving her space but staying close. The silence stretched between them, filled with unspoken words and emotions neither was quite ready to address.
Finally, Saul broke the quiet. "I pushed you pretty hard there. We should talk about?—"
"Not now," Sadie interrupted, her voice softer this time. She glanced at Saul, seeing the concern etched on his face. "I just need some time to process. Can we... can we talk about it later?"
Saul nodded, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. "Of course. Whatever you need."
Sadie leaned into his touch, despite herself. The gentleness in his gesture made her heart ache in a way she wasn't prepared for. She cleared her throat, trying to regain some composure.
"I think I'll take a shower," she said, sliding off the bed. She paused, looking back at Saul, her heart quaking just a little as she realized she didn’t want to be alone. Didn’t want to see that look of disappointment on his face. "Unless... you want to join me?"
A slow smile spread across Saul's features, his eyes dark with desire, reminding Sadie he had yet to find his own release. "Good job you put on the waterproof dressing."
As Sadie led the way to the bathroom, she felt a mix of emotions swirling inside her.
Confusion, desire, and that persistent spark of hope she couldn't quite extinguish.
She didn't know where this thing with Saul was heading, but for once, she was willing to let go and see where it took her. No, not quite willing. Her head was fighting against it, but somehow logic didn’t seem to be winning this time.
Other forces, ones she couldn't control, were pushing her to do things completely out of character.
It’s not a bad thing, her inner therapist kept reminding her. It was therapeutic, progressive, reformist. All the things she demanded of her clients.
And it scared her to death… but not enough to pull back from wherever this was leading.
The warm water cascaded over them as Saul pulled her close, his lips claiming hers, while his hard length pressed insistently against her thigh, igniting a fresh wave of desire.
Sadie melted into his embrace, letting herself go and running her hands up his muscular back, relishing the feel of his wet skin under her fingertips.
This was a first for her. Never in her life had she had sex outside of a scene. And before Saul, she’d never had a scene outside of a club setting.
Saul broke the kiss, trailing his lips along her jaw to that sensitive spot just below her ear. Despite the heat of the water, goosebumps broke out over her skin. "You're so responsive," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I love how your body reacts to my touch."
Sadie was surprised. She’d always imagined she’d completely clam up if she found herself in a position like this, so she’d never allowed it to happen.
But Saul’s words sent a shiver down her spine, and she tilted her head to give him better access as he nipped and sucked at her neck.
Her hips rocked against him instinctively, seeking friction. Wanting him.
"Saul," she breathed, her voice barely audible over the sound of the shower. "I need you."
He pulled back slightly, his dark eyes meeting hers. "Tell me what you want, Sadie. Be specific."
The challenge in his tone made her pulse quicken. Sadie swallowed hard, fighting against her natural instinct to control the situation. To make this into a scene so she didn’t need to second guess her motives.
But no. Not this time.
She shook her head. “I just want you,” she whispered against his ear.