Free Saved by His Submissive by Angel Payne

punishment like a good girl. Your lesson is going to be five swats on your spread pussy. My discipline will continue when I fuck the rest of your lesson into you.”
    He heard her breath catch again, though she said nothing else. With measured movements, she moved into place for him. The sound of her limbs sliding against the sheets, eager and acquiescent for him, made his cock swell more. The damn thing was at a parallel angle to the floor. He tried his best to ignore the torment while he considered the choices on the rack, but gave up the effort when his gaze settled on a riding crop that had a custom feature. The leather tongue at the end of the rod had been slit and inset with a handful of longer leather strips, turning the instrument into a mini flogger too. With a swift flick, he tested the toy on his thigh. The swatter delivered a good sting, though the sensation came in two waves, drawing out the heat of the impact. Interesting—and intoxicating. He’d make her scream and squirm with this.
    “Perfect,” he murmured. “ Perfect, ” he repeated, after turning to the woman who lay there for him. With her golden hair spread against the satin and her body bare except for the blindfold, she was an image of trembling readiness. He was ready, too. No turning back. He would claim her, consume her, conquer her—and never again would he go through the agony of having to let her go again.
    With that resolve, he paced to the side of the bed. Attached to a leather tether was one of the padded wrist cuffs he’d requested. With rapid flicks, he opened the buckle then tilted his head toward the woman. His woman. Always.
    “Arm.” He said it with steady calm, knowing the directive would be heeded. Sure enough, though goose bumps sprouted on her skin, she extended her wrist for the bondage.
    After he cinched in her other wrist, he moved to the end of the bed. When he clutched one of her ankles and dragged it out toward its own cuff, the woman finally broke into a whimper. He went still.
    “Problem, sugar?”
    A deep gulp undulated her throat. “No, Sir.” Her murmur carried an edge of fear, though he looked at her nipples turn darker and tighter. Telltale dew drops appeared on the well-trimmed mound between her legs. Two streams of such different intent, flowing through her body. So mesmerizing. So fascinating. And arousing as hell. Nevertheless, he didn’t move his hand from its firm grip around her ankle.
    “Do you still trust me, beautiful?”
    The query made her shoulders drop and her torso writhe in a sexy melting motion. “Yes, Sir.” Her acquiescence came before a dreamlike sigh. Garrett needed no further encouragement. The fantasy was flowing perfectly.
    “You know we have to do this.” His tone was gentle but his hold commanding as he fastened her ankle inside its cuff. She writhed and shifted through more of the melting thing as he pulled out her other leg, opening her body completely for him. “You know what I need to do here.” The clink of the second buckle coincided with another rush of shimmering cream to her pouting pussy lips. “You know this is necessary. I can’t fuck you if I can’t keep you safe, if I don’t know you won’t disappear again. If I’m not sure—”
    You won’t die again.
    He banished the terror with a determined grunt. She wasn’t going to die. She was here, buckled down for him, so wet and ready for him. Yes. Yes.
    As he ran his hand up her thigh, he confirmed it. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you, Sage?”
    She wriggled again and moaned. “Oh please…yes!”
    Her mouth stayed parted after that, pulling in deep gulps of air to fill her chest, which pumped in frenetic proof of her mounting need. Her fingers pulled at the leather tethers above the wrist restraints. Her legs shook as she tested the limits of the ankle cuffs. Her hips flexed and her ass bunched, joining in an effort to thrust her sex higher for his view. Garrett took his own turn to pause and gulp. She