Free Saved by His Submissive by Angel Payne Page A

was a mixture of such striking textures. While her muscles flexed in taut frustration, the tender petals of her core bade him closer…closer still…
    With that thought spurring him, Garrett mounted the bed, into the open V between her legs. He rose high on his knees, using the vantage point to drag his stare over every inch of her again. Wherever his gaze touched, he let the crop follow. It wasn’t long before he dragged the leather fronds over the erect ridge of flesh nestled in the center of her glistening sex. She gasped and threw back her head as he swiped her pussy again. More goose bumps dotted her thighs and arms.
    “Now,” he stated, “I want you to tell me how much you want me again—and how you’ll gladly pay the price for my cock.”
    Her entire frame fell prey to another shiver. But she wet her lips and stammered, “Yes, Sir. I do want your hard cock. And I will pay the price for it.”
    “Good girl.” He gave her the praise just before his first whap on the middle of her spread, rosy folds. She yelped from the spank but bit it short the next second, her chin set with the resignation that more were to follow.
    “Again,” Garrett ordered, sliding the crop along the inside of her left thigh. “Say it again.”
    “I want you, Sir.”
    “Perfect.” He brought the flogger down on her mound more gently the second time, making her twist her hips with breathtaking abandon. “You have three more swats to go, sugar. After I give each one, I want you to tell me exactly what you want.” As he finished that, he flung the flogger down again.
    “Ohhh! Y-yes! Please, Sir. I want your cock, Sir.”
    Thwack.
     “You want what?”
    “You! Your cock!”
    Thwack.
    “Ooohhhh!”
    Garrett didn’t let her come down from the adrenalin. He landed the fifth strikes in the middle of her sob, yanking her cry into a screams, and coaxing new juices all over her reddened, sensitive blossom. To make the sight more incredible, the insides of her thighs quivered, shimmering with her aroused perspiration.
    Holy hell. She was spectacular. His cock reared on him in fury. He couldn’t wait to detonate with her. His body already felt like a state fair fireworks finale. For the first time since he was a teenager, he didn’t know if he could contain his orgasm long enough to get inside her. On a ragged breath, he grinded his jaw. He had to make it.
    She gasped, and he marveled at the sight of her pulse beating in her neck. He tossed the crop aside in order to lean over and slide two fingers along that hammering artery. Her heartbeat sped up at his contact. Incredible heat surged through him. Goddamn. This was what pure power felt like. No wondered the high could corrupt some men. He didn’t feel corrupted. He was floored. Humbled. Grateful.
    “Mine,” he whispered before replacing his fingers with his lips. “You’re mine, Sage, and I’m never letting you go again.”
    Her throat constricted, as if choking off a tight sound, maybe even a sob. “You…have such a vast heart.” She choked it as if realizing it for the first time.
    Garrett reared his head back and gazed at her. “No,” he ordered. “No more sadness. We’ve both had too much sadness!”
    “Yes, Sir. I am sorry, Sir.”
    He stroked her cheek with his thumb. “Then what is it?” He pressed tighter against her, forcing his cock to flatten along her stomach and not seek her hot core. He lifted his hand to her blindfold. “Damn it Sage, no secrets! There’s nothing between us anymore, do you un—”
    His voice clutched as he ripped the blindfold off.
    And reality crashed back in.
    The woman tethered under him blinked against the light with huge, black-lashed, velvet-dark eyes. Not brilliant green. Lush brown.
    His stunned grunt filled the space between them. He delved his hand into her dark blond hair, and twisted hard. She winced as hair pins dragged out with the wig he pulled free. The woman’s natural chestnut waves tumbled free.
    “Shit.”
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