Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Thayer
I’ve never brought a woman in here before.
There isn’t a single goddamn thing in here any other woman’s ever looked at, much less touched.
Savannah takes it all in with wide eyes. First, the corner of the room where I keep a lockbox with my weapons and the tools I use to clean them. A small stool where I sit to do the job.
Then the specialized toys I have on the walls—the whips and crops, paddles and handcuffs, gags and hoods. The specialized lingerie I’ve had designed just for her, in her favorite colors and textures and designs. The wooden spanking horse, decked out in Italian leather and fitted with padded straps.
“Holy shit, Thayer,” she whispers, as I slide her down and let her explore. She reaches a tentative finger to a small pink feather. “What’s this for?”
“Sensation play.”
“And this?” she asks, pointing to a small shelf filled with enhancers and lubricants.
“Those are to heighten your experience.”
She lifts a small bottle of elixir, reads the label, then returns it to the shelf.
Turning, she faces my arsenal. “And… this?”
“Those are my weapons.”
“That you use,” she says as if processing, as if trying to understand how I work and what I do. She’s heard more about me than I ever planned on telling her at once, but I don’t regret it. My only regret is that she didn’t ask me.
“Of course.”
Turning to face me, I wonder if she’s forgotten she’s naked. “So you use these?”
“Yes, when necessary.”
“Well.” She swallows and looks at the lockbox. “Can I open it?”
I nod. I’ve got tools and accessories to wipe prints and a full arsenal of ways to erase her identity if we ever needed to.
I’ll do everything in my power to make sure we don’t need to.
“The lock code is fourteen-ten.”
She gives me a curious look. “October fourteenth?”
I nod. “The day my father died.”
I don’t ever want to forget what happened. It fuels me, to make me a better man.
I watch as her delicate fingers input the code and slide the lock open. The box is about the size of a small trunk, the boot of a car. Gingerly she removes one of the weapons, then another, eying them each in turn.
“I’ve never held a gun before,” she whispers.
“How does it feel?”
I wonder if she’ll drop it. Does she fear the use of a weapon?
Her voice is a low hum when she replies in a heated whisper, “I love it. It feels like it belongs here. I like the heft of it in my palm.” Turning to me, her eyes grow heated as she begs me, “Teach me to use it, Thayer?”
I swear my dick gets harder just at the thought. “Teach you how to shoot? Of course. I promise you two things, love. First, you’ll know how to shoot in no time because I’ll personally teach you. Second, I’ll make sure you never have to.”
She places the weapon back into the box with care.
“Good girl,” I approve. “Always treat a weapon as if it were loaded.”
“Oh my God, I can’t imagine how good this will be for my writing,” she muses. “If I can describe—eeek!”
I come up behind her and lift her straight off the floor. I haven’t forgotten why I brought her here, and I’m going to make damn sure she doesn’t forget either.
“Now, let’s explore the other side of the room. The side you know you’re dying to get into.”
“That scary wall with tools I know you’re going to use on me? That wooden horse thing? The torture devices?”
I swallow hard while I crave her. “Yes. I want you to pick something out we’ll use later. I have a job to do and some questions I need answering. I don’t want you to witness what I have to do. I’ve got plenty of places for you to go to entertain yourself and stay out of trouble until I return.”
“Are you sure about that?” she asks with a saucy toss of her head.
“Positive. Now go, before I change my mind.”
“Gonna spank me, daddy?” she asks, sashaying toward the wall.
“You goddamn know it.” Fuck, she makes me so damn hard.
I watch as she fingers a paddle, a length of silk-covered rope, a hood. She flicks a flogger against her palm and gets a wicked smile, then reaches for a pair of clamps.
“Wow,” she whispers. “There’s so much.”
Crotchless panties and a silk negligee join the ensemble.
“Lay them across the horse and tell me what you want.”
She takes her time walking to the horse, then lays them down neatly. Turning to me, her cheeks as flushed as her perfect little nipples, she whispers. “I want you to use me. I want you to tie me up and fuck me. I want you to show me, like you already have, where all this can take us.”
“Perfect. Now come here.”
When she reaches me, I lift her. I kiss her. I hold her pressed against me as I walk toward the wall and push her to it until her back is flush against it. I wrap her legs around me.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur in her ear. “Are you afraid, Savannah?”
“Yes,” she whispers. “But it’s not… the kind of fear that makes me want to run, Thayer. It’s the kind that makes me want to hide, but I won’t. I’m going to go on and face this head-on. If you think you’re going to scare me away, you’ve got another thing coming.”
“Is that right?” I feel my lips tip upward in a grin.
“That’s right. You’re not scaring me away.”
I hate that I fight the need to push her away. If she walks down this path with me… if we take this road together… I don’t know how I’ll handle it if she has to walk away.
“I don’t fuck for fun, Savannah. I want to make love to you. This is nothing casual. Do you understand me?”
I unzip my pants and remove my hard, throbbing cock. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be doing this right now. But I want her to know she’s mine. I want her to know exactly who I am, and this time, if she doesn’t turn away… if she doesn’t run…
I want her to know exactly who we are together.
When I slide into her, she’s so wet, I groan.
Her pussy hugs my cock perfectly. Her legs anchor her to me as I kiss her and thrust, her body molded to mine.
I love the way she arches her back and moans, the way she wants this as much as I do.
I love the way she leans into me and takes me, just as I am, unencumbered by words or thoughts or fears, just the two of us bared and broken.
I love the way she feels when I come. I spill my seed in her as her own climax envelops her in nothing but pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
And I love the way her lips nestle against my neck, and she settles into me.
I want to tell her I love her. I want to know that she does, too.
With her arms wrapped around my shoulders and her damp cheek next to mine, my cock still in her while my seed spills from her and marks her naked skin, I make a promise.
“No matter what, Savannah. No matter who tries to come between us, no matter what they try to do, I promise you. I won’t let them. No matter the cost.” I grip her to me so hard she gasps. “Do you hear me? No matter the cost.”
“I hear you,” she whispers, closing her eyes as she rests against me. “And I understand.”
My cock pulses in her. The air smells like sex and danger and I want to fuck her all over again. I want her to feel me when she goes to bed at night and feel me when she wakes up in the morning.
I want her to know that I love her.
“Get dressed,” I tell her in her ear. “Don’t clean up.
I want you to know when you go out there who you belong to.
I want you to remember the way I fucked you.
” I turn her to look at the spanking horse with the toys lined up.
“I want you to remember exactly what we need to do when we get back here tonight. Do you understand me?”
“I do,” she whispers. “Yes, sir.”
I kiss her and hold her.
I wish I could hold her here forever.