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Finally, the savage sat down. He stared at the door, already on high alert. I made my way through to the bedroom, keeping him in view as I arranged my toys on the bedside dresser. I wondered what Roger had in store for me. Something noisy, I’d said, something that would make the neighbours talk.Or Callum Jackson think.The Savage jumped up at the knock on the door, eyes like daggers.
“Sit down,” I said. “Relax.”
He didn’t sit. He backed up against the window.
I answered the knock, and a slickly-dressed Roger strode on in. He kissed me on both cheeks before catching sight of the man in the room, then shifted awkwardly, eyes questioning.
“I didn’t realise this was a party,” Roger said. “He joining in?”
My cheeks bloomed. “He’s just a friend.”
“A friend?”
“Keeping a look out,” the savage growled.
“I see.” Roger smiled, but it was fake.
The two men stared at each other, opposites colliding. Roger was actually the thicker-set man, broader shoulders standing proud under his suit jacket. His chestnut hair was slick to his scalp, light eyes obscured by a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. His appearance only served to make Callum seem wilder in comparison. Wild, and tightly wound, ready to spring. I took Roger’s hand, dragging him on through before the atmosphere bubbled to boiling point. I smiled at Callum before shutting the bedroom door, but he didn’t smile back.
“What the hell?” Roger hissed. “Where did you find that animal? Looks fucking vicious.”
“He’s a friend.”
“Really? I hope you know how to keep him on a leash.”
“He’ll be fine.” I hoped it wasn’t a lie.
Roger smiled. “Did it to wind me up, did you? A young bit of rough, all ready to jump in my place if I’m off my game...”
“Something like that,” I mumbled.
“Bad girl. You’ll pay for that.” He examined my toys. “I’ll give him something to listen to. On the bed.”
I did as I was told, sitting down on the edge of the four poster, letting the familiar rise of adrenaline flood through me. Roger took some leather cuffs and a long length of chain, wrapping it tight around the thick carved wood of the posts.
“Maybe you’ll be a better girl today, take my whole fucking fist without crying off. I’m gonna make you beg for it, so meathead out there can hear how much you want me.”
Roger wasn’t playing. He was inflamed by another man’s presence, seething under his cool exterior. He stood over me, thick fingers under my chin, tilting my face up to him.
“You want him to hear you, don’t you? Want him to hear what a dirty little slut you are. Maybe I should leave you tied when I’m done, let him come in for my leftovers. He’s probably used to scraps.” Roger yanked hard at my dress, forcing it down over my tits. “Has he seen these? I bet he’d like to?”
I shook my head.
“Good. He won’t want them when I’ve finished with them. Hands behind your head.”
Vicious smacks landing hard on tender skin, practiced enough to catch the nipple. I closed my eyes, arching myself into it.Fuck yes. This was it. This was what I craved. He twisted my nipples between his fingers, teasing them into a false sense of security before resuming his assault.
“Look at those sweet little tits, dirty girl,” he whispered. “Now they match your fucking dress.”
My flesh was rosy pink in his hands, he squeezed hard, until I squirmed. “More... please.”
“Not yet. On the bed, show me that pretty white ass.”
I moved into position, shuffling until my dress rode up around my thighs. Roger helped it on its way, giving my backside a thwack for good measure. It echoed around the room. Rough fingers forced their way between my legs, snaking inside the crotch of my panties.
“Just as I thought, sopping fucking wet.”
“Please...” I hissed, craving the intrusion.
