Page 81 of Savagely Scarred

After lubricating the silicone toy, he slides it into my pussy without warning. A moan slips free when the front part hits my clit. It morphs into a grunt when he shoves it in the whole way. Holding it in with a finger, he hooks his other arm around both of my legs, squeezing them together. He removes his finger and picks up the last piece of rope on the bed. Then he wraps it around my legs a few times and ties a rather professional looking knot to keep them together.

What the fuck? I really want to ask him if he was a boy scout, but I bite my tongue and keep quiet to avoid being gagged. I wiggle in my restraints. My arms and legs are already starting to get tired from dangling.

Sage shoves the box to the side and stands. His eyes drift to the marks on my throat and he clenches his jaw. His hand slides up the column of my neck, and he wraps his fingers around it, tipping my head up.

“You pissed me off today. But I’m also furious with myself. So, first I’m going to punish your pussy and then I’m going to take my anger out on it.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

The corner of his lip lifts. “You will be.”

My stomach flips. He hops off the bed and walks to the grey upholstered chair under the window. He drags it over to the end of the bed so it’s facing me and sits down. Leaning back, he rests his ankle over his knee and his elbow on the arm of the chair. His finger holds up his head at his temple and he stares at me intensely.

Heat swirls in his eyes, while anxiety fills mine. I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry. He reaches into his shorts pocket to pull out his phone and rests it on his thigh. After a few taps with his finger, I’m no longer questioning his intent.

My lips part when the vibrator in my pussy turns on. The part on my clit flicks back and forth and it has me clenching my thighs together. He taps his phone again and the inside part starts spinning. Another tap and the plug in my ass sends low vibrations up my spine.

“Oh fuck,” I breathe.

Sage sits as still as a statue while I struggle to maintain my composure, wishing I could move. He turns up the speed on the one inside my pussy and I moan, tossing my head back.

“How’s that feel?”

“So good.”

The speed increases again, sending my eyes to the back of my head. My hips buck, grinding the vibrator into myself harder. The end that’s inside of me pounds into my g-spot. The suction on my clit has me drawing in a sharp breath. I hold it as my climax builds. If he thinks this is a punishment—

Everything shuts off, killing my orgasm in the process. My eyes snap to his, emotion devoid on his face. His only movement is his chest expanding with every breath.

Sage reaches behind him and grabs the collar of his shirt, sliding it off and tossing it to the floor. He settles back into the chair and turns the toys back on to the lowest settings, barely whispering against my walls. Without taking his eyes from mine, he grips his cock through his shorts and slides his hand up and down.

“Did you disobey me today?”

“Sage—,” I begin to argue but he turns everything off again. I huff with irritation, finally figuring out his game. Glaring at him, I concede. “Yes, I did.”

The vibrations resume in both toys, and he turns the speed up to the second setting.

“Fuck,” I moan, my muscles twitching with pleasure.

He pushes his shorts down to free his cock. Gripping the base hard, he pulls it upward releasing an absurd amount of precum. He groans and takes his eyes off me long enough to watch it run down his thick length and over his hand. My mouth waters at the sight of him. His gaze slowly lifts to mine while he spreads the precum and starts stroking himself. My pussy clenches around the vibrator.

“Are you going to do it again?” he says through choppy breaths, increasing the pace of his hand.

Probably. Most likely. But I don’t want him to turn the vibrators off again.

“I won’t go to another park without telling you.”

He taps his phone and the speed decreases. I whimper at the loss, screwing my eyes shut. The ropes dig into my wrists as I pull on them.

“Okay! I won’t disobey you again,” I groan.

I open my eyes and stare at his finger hovering over his screen, willing him to push the button. He tilts his head in contemplation before acquiescing to my needy cries.

“Oh god, yes—yes—yes,” I moan, rolling my hips.

“Are you going to be a good girl from now on?” he rasps.

“Yes!” I cry out, the pleasure building low inside of me.