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I also wasn't the one tied with my hands behind my back, so checking in was imperative.
I retreated to the closet and pulled out my latest toy.
This one was something I'd bought online.
It was made from a rich leather, the color of oiled walnuts, and it served two purposes.
Unboxing it, I sprayed it with the alcohol I stored with our toys, then I headed into the bedroom.
Seeing Savvie hump the air had me reaching down and liberating my dick.
I pulled out the vibrator which had her groaning, and instead, I thrust the handle of the flogger into her.
She shrieked at the sudden cold, twisting around to see what I'd done.
At the sight of it stuck in her pussy, she released a sob. "That shouldn't be so hot."
"Nothing we do together isn't hot," I mocked, twisting the flogger a couple counterturns to make her squirm.
Her butt arched, legs spreading wider as she angled low onto the bed so that her chest was against the duvet.
"Such a brat, little one," I growled before I started fucking her with the flogger.
Soft cries drifted from her parted lips; the noises were hardwired to my heart.
That was, of course, when the buzzer rang.
I released a hissed exhalation and ordered, "Stay exactly like that. Do not move, Savannah. I mean it."
Self-sabotage was her kink, I was sure of it. Maybe it was why we got along so goddamn well.
It was painful to shove my cock back inside my fly, but I managed it as I retreated to the door.
A quick glance through the peephole confirmed it was the guy from Glas. Didn't stop me from palming my knife as I opened the door.
When he stared at me wide-eyed, I told him, "Wait."
He swallowed hard.
I stopped palming my knife, and instead reached for my wallet.
Handing him a hundred-dollar bill, I told him, "Thank you for bringing it up."
He gaped at me, then the tip, and quickly backed off with a, "You're more than welcome."
I closed the door after I grabbed the bag he’d placed on the ground, then I retreated, taking the food to the kitchen.
I was hungry, not just for Savvie's pussy, so I drew out my steak and ate a few bites as I shoved the rest of the containers in the fridge.
I poured myself a glass of the wine they'd re-corked and took a deep sip.
Working out a couple kinks in my neck, I stretched it from side to side, then I heard her wail, "AIDAN!"
Smiling, I checked my cell phone to make sure the city hadn't started burning down while I was out for lunch.
I had a couple of messages from my brothers—no fucking change there—but New York was still in one piece.
"Please!" she screamed, which had me shaking my head.
