Chapter 27
TWENTY-SEVEN
SAVI
“I haven’t had one of these in years,” he grins, stuffing his mouth with the second grilled cheese of the night. “So fucking good,” he says with a mouthful.
“During college, I lived on these,” I laugh, taking a bite of the cheesy goodness.
Once he told me everything, it was like the last final restraint between us was finally broken. There’s a lightness to him that wasn’t there before, and it’s so beautiful to see.
After we untangled ourselves in bed, I could tell he was feeling vulnerable and a little out of his comfort zone, showing so much emotion.
I knew he needed some reprieve from the heavy stuff and to get back to his usual in-control self, so I persuaded him out of bed with my promise of making him the best grilled cheese sandwich ever.
If his empty plate is any indication, I guess it was a hit.
I pick up my wine and take a sip as I watch him over the rim of my glass. I didn’t think I could love him anymore, but I was wrong.
“Savi,” he says quietly, breaking me out of my thoughts.
“Hmmm?” I say in a daze, watching a small smirk play on his lips.
“Whatever you’re thinking is wrong…I love you more.”
“What?” I ask, snapping out of it. “How did you…?”
“Your eyes have always been able to give you away. Why do you think I stayed away from you for so long? I saw what you were hiding under all those daggers you threw my way,” he grins.
“Like I couldn’t see under your annoying glances and stupid-ass comments thrown my way,” I huff. “Why do you think you drove me batshit crazy with your stubbornness to hide what I’ve always felt deep inside whenever I would feel your eyes on me when you thought I wasn’t paying attention?”
Laughing, he walks over and takes my wine glass from me, setting it on the counter.
“Did I ever tell you how much I love that smart-ass mouth of yours?” He swivels my stool around until I’m facing him.
“It was the one thing I looked forward to every time I was in town. I couldn’t wait to pull it out of you.
It was like my own personal foreplay, and what I got off to after your sweet ass would storm away. ”
Bending down, his hands grip the arms of the stool as he leans in more.
My eyes play with his as I lean in closer.
“Did I ever tell you how I would wear the skimpiest outfits whenever you were in town? Pushing your buttons and seeing the anger and jealousy you tried so hard to hide was my own personal foreplay. It was what I got off to as I would lie in bed and touch myself until I was moaning your name.”
His nostrils flare as his eyes darken into a sultry blue haze.
“Those outfits drove me half mad.”
“I know,” I smile smugly. “It was so much fun to see you squirm.”
“You really shouldn’t have told me that, sunshine,” he wickedly grins before throwing me over his shoulder as I yelp from the sudden movement. “You’ve been a very bad girl, and bad girls need to be punished.”
Excitement floods my body as his words elicit a thrill in me that I’ve never experienced before.
His skin is smooth against my hands as I take advantage of this view I’ve been given with his sexy ass in these grey sweats.
I slide my fingers into the waistband and cup what I’m one hundred percent sure is the most perfectly formed ass in existence today.
“I love your ass,” I sigh, not even aware I spoke the words aloud until I feel his body shake from laughter.
“It’s all yours, sunshine.” He walks to my bedroom and plops me onto the bed before flipping me over, pulling my ass up in the air.
My t-shirt gets pushed up as his hands roam over my bottom.
“And this is mine,” he says, dripping with sin as I feel him lightly bite my ass cheek before his tongue trails down and moves over my damp panties.
His warm breath sears the fabric, and I greedily want more as I lift higher for him.
“So many punishments to be received,” he says before licking my inner thigh. “The outfits, the red lipstick that my cock is begging to be stained with…and that fucking jersey you wore to my game.”
He nips at my center as his tongue teases me at the edge of my thong.
“That one wasn’t my idea,” I gasp as he sucks my clit through the fabric.
“But still…you wore a fucking number that wasn’t mine, and for that I think a little punishment is in order,” he says, pulling away and standing up.
“I want you naked, Savi, when I return. On your back. Hands interlock by the headboard, and legs spread wide for me.” He moves toward the cottage doors in my bedroom and turns the handle before glancing back at me with a need in his eyes so evident that it swallows me whole.
I’m in too much of a state of arousal to even speak as I clamp my legs together in an attempt to stop the ache that he has already caused to form.
“No touching yourself either. Every drop of that pussy is mine,” he says, before walking out the door.
Jesus Christ.
Putting a hand to my pounding heart, I try to calm the storm that’s brewing inside.
I see the light from the guesthouse switch on as I turn my head to look out the window.
What is he doing?
When the light goes out a minute later, I realize I haven’t moved from my spot. Throwing my t-shirt over my head, I shimmy out of my thong before lifting my arms up by the headboard. I’m spreading my legs just as he walks back in the door.
Two of his ties dangle in his hands as his eyes run approvingly over my body. Coming to the bedside, he opens my nightstand, and his eyes darken as he lifts my black rose out and tosses it on the bed next to me.
“It turns me on so much when you obey me in the bedroom,” he murmurs, raking his eyes down me again and seeing me laid out for him just like he asked. “Knowing all the fire you have inside you, but yet you trust me this much and are willing to do anything I ask—it’s like a drug to me.”
“It surprises me how much I get turned on when you tell me what to do. I didn’t think I was the obeying type.
” His eyebrow raises because we both know outside the bedroom, it’s a different story.
“At least in the bedroom I love to obey,” I say, biting back a smile before turning serious again as I watch his hand run his tie through his fingers.
“But with you, I have this deep need to please you. It heightens my arousal when I anticipate what you have in store for me.”
“I think you are going to be very pleased with this one, if you can survive the punishment first,” he says, before the world goes dark.
“Lift your head.” His words caress my ear as I slightly lift up. I feel him adjust the silk fabric before it tightens over my eyes, and I lay my head back down on the pillow.
My hands are next as I feel them being bound before being securely tied to the headboard, leaving me no choice but to keep them there.
“Is this okay?”
I know he’s making sure the restraints aren’t triggering for me, but I feel nothing but aroused at the thought of being at his complete mercy.
“More than okay,” I smile before his lips find mine. His tongue eagerly invades my space as I hungrily match his strokes. His hard body is against me, and I moan as I feel him press into my sex as my legs wrap around him, wanting to feel him stronger against my ache.
My body starts to rub against him, and I could easily cum right now with a few more swipes against the fabric of his sweats and feeling his swollen length press into me.
“Not so fast, sunshine,” he breathes, moving his lips down my neck and breaking free of my strong leg hold.
“My punishment has just begun. I can’t have you getting off that easy,” he says with such a playful note to his voice that I have no doubt that he’s having way too much fun with my discomfort right now.
“I want to take back the part about liking to obey you in the bedroom,” I say, frustratedly into the dark that surrounds me.
“Too late,” he chuckles. “No take-backs.” He pulls my nipple hard into his mouth, and I gasp at the contact as I arch up in pleasure.
“No take-backs? What are you…in grade school?” I pant out as he drives me mad with the way his hands and mouth are claiming my breasts.
His grin stretches across my skin as he skims lower down my stomach, leaving a trail of heated kisses.
When I feel his breath between my legs, I pull on my restraints and lift my hips, eager to feel his mouth on me.
He spreads me wide, and I hear his breath come out harder, but I don’t feel the warm heat from his mouth anymore, letting me know he’s not close enough.
“Fuck, Savi,” he growls, running his finger down my inner thigh. “Your pussy is dripping for me.” I feel him swipe a finger through my arousal before light sucking hits my ears. “So fucking tasty too,” he moans.
A humming noise gets my attention as my body tenses at the sound. He’s going to punish me with the very toy I used after I teased him with my dresses.
“Hmmm…so this opening here, I take it, goes…here?”
My hips lift as the rose latches onto my clit. The power of the little device has me pulling on my restraints as sensations fly at me one after another. Moaning, I try to press my legs together, but he firmly keeps me splayed wide open.
Removing the device, I keep pulsing between my legs on the verge of an orgasm that was almost in my grasp.
“Interesting,” he murmurs, running the black rose down my inner thigh, the vibrations humming against my skin. “I think you need more, though.”
I can tell the bastard’s grinning by the tone of his voice as I grit my teeth and prepare for another round.
I feel the rose make contact again just as his fingers fill me deep.
“Oh, God,” I moan, lifting my hips to take him deeper. He slides the pads of his fingers down my walls, touching me in spots I never knew I had, but so desperately needed to be felt. He brings me to the brink again before I’m left panting and alone.
“This edging kink of yours is going to kill me one day,” I say breathlessly as I try to bring air back into my lungs.