Page 60 of Savage Don

The orgasm starts in my core, and then it erupts outwards.

For a moment, everything goes silent. Then, slowly, the sounds of the world come rushing back into my ears and I can hear myself screaming with joy.

Ray keeps my cheeks spread apart as my entire body contorts with the most pleasurable spasms.

Somehow, through it all, I have the presence of mind to reach over and turn off the stove.

The eggs are done.

And I’m finished too.

Ray seems to sense this, because his tongue slowly retreats, and with two hard kisses to the bite marks he’s left on my ass, he lowers my nightgown again, and then stands up behind me.

He may have left me satisfied, but that doesn’t mean that I’ve done the same for him. This isn’t like the shower, when he came all over my back. This time, all of this was for me.

My cheeks go hot as Ray pushes himself into me from behind.

Immediately, I can feel his raging erection against the small of my back. It’s so big and warm that it almost makes me afraid.

If he can do that to me with his tongue, what can he do with that beast?

“You did well, kitten,” Ray whispers into my ear. “And you didn’t even have to take notes.”

“Thank you, master,” I rasp.

But of course I didn’t have to take notes. That tongue is seared into my mind forever, just like his fingers. This is not something I’m ever going to forget.

“Is breakfast ready?”

My body is still tense as I pull the frying pan off of the stove and empty the finished eggs out into the bowl. But when Ray cups my shoulders with his giant hands, I can’t help but relax.

“Done,” I rasp, seasoning the eggs with some salt and pepper.

Opening a drawer to our left, Ray pulls out a big silver spoon. Then, he reaches over my shoulder and takes a scoop of the steaming dish.

“Blow on it for me, kitten,” he says, holding it up in front of my lips.

I do as he says.

In response, Ray gives me a gentle kiss on the back of the ear. Then, he takes his first taste of my creation.

“How is it?” I gulp.

“Delicious.”

The way he says that word makes it clear that he’s talking about more than just the food. He’s talking about me. My pussy juices are still on his lips. He didn’t just swallow my eggs.

After taking one more mouthful, Ray drops the spoon into the bowl and steps back.

The absence of his warmth immediately leaves me feeling cold, even if part of me is terrified of what that bulge of his can do if it gets any closer.

“Where are you going?” I ask.

Ray’s already nearly out of the kitchen by the time I can pull my sore body around to watch him go.

“I have work to do,” he smirks. The bulge is still there, and I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight of it. How could he leave with that thing still raging beneath his grey sweatpants? “Now, be a good little slave and make sure that everything is spick and span after you finish eating. Understand?

“Yes,” I gulp, uncomfortable with how much I want him to rip those pants off and pounce on me.