Page 51 of Savage Captor (Deadly Devotion #1)

Scarlett

H eat between my thighs draws me from a dreamless sleep.

It starts as a pleasant, almost comforting warmth, and swiftly trickles into something else altogether.

An ache, a burn, a need… my body begins to tense before my mind can wake up.

When something tickles my thigh, I try to reach down to swat it away, only to find myself unable to.

I can’t move my hands at all .

That snaps me out of my sleep and douses the heat coursing through my body with chilling cold.

I force my eyes open, panic sparking to life within me, and try desperately to move my hands, but I can’t.

They’re back in the cuffs that I spent all day in yesterday, except this time, the cuffs have been lined with fur so they don’t hurt my wrists, even when I tug hard at them.

Monster is between my spread legs, which are fortunately left unrestrained. His head is lowered beneath my thighs. What the fuck?

He looks up, meeting my startled gaze with a sly one, and smiles. “Good morning. I was wondering how long it’d take you to wake up—you slept like a log.”

I was exhausted, wrung out, and possibly in some form of emotional shock over being bound in place for around twelve hours directly after betraying my brother.

I also cried myself to sleep in Monster’s arms , which should mean that I slept like shit, but I didn’t.

I slept better than I have in a long time…

only to be awoken bound yet again with his head between my thighs.

“Please untie me,” I whisper, the words little more than a tremble.

“No, and stop looking so afraid. I’m not hurting you and I’m not going to hurt you. We’re just going to have some fun.” He kisses my thigh. “Is anything I’m doing right now bad? Does it hurt?”

Well… no, but historically, Monster tying me up doesn’t lead to good things.

“No,” Monster answers for me. “It doesn’t. I’m going to make you feel good, Scarlett. Just relax.”

He slides his thumb down my clit and over my folds, rubbing at my entrance. My toes curl and my legs tremble as the heat returns, and I realize he was playing with my pussy to wake me up. I’m already wet, embarrassingly so, which lets Monster easily glide his fingers all around my folds and clit.

“I’m already reasonably certain I know the answer, but I’ll still ask… have you ever had a man between these soft thighs?”

I shake my head slowly. “No.”

“Good. That’s very good, Scarlett. It means I get to introduce you to a whole world of pleasure.”

“I’m asking you to let me go,” I whisper.

“And I’m telling you no. Stop thinking; just feel.

” He holds my eyes as he lowers his head between my legs and glides his tongue through my folds, before giving a long, languid lick to my clit.

My back arches and I strain against my bonds, not because I’m trying to escape, but because the pleasure his mouth sparks is scorching.

I gasp, nearly choking on my inhale, and turn my head into my arm to muffle a moan.

Monster’s mouth disappears, and the loss is unreasonably devastating. I look at him with betrayal. He tuts at me like I’m a child.

“Bad girl,” he says. “Your noises are mine. Your moans, whimpers, and screams belong to me. I’ll work hard to earn them, and you are not allowed to keep them to yourself.” He cups my pussy, drawing a hiss from me. “This is mine, and when I work it over, I expect you to moan for me. Got it?”

I should say no. I should tell him to go fuck himself, that I don’t want his head between my thighs… but I need him to finish what he started. I went twenty-one years of my life without an orgasm, and now, in less than two days, Monster has reduced me to a needy slut. It’s embarrassing.

Instead of voicing rational protests, I nod with a whimper.

“Good,” Monster says. He lowers his head between my thighs again, parting my folds with his tongue, and licks over my entrance.

A low, shuddering moan escapes me, and a louder one’s pulled out of my chest when he laves his tongue over my clit.

Once, twice… then he fixes his lips over the bundle of nerves and sucks .

I damn near crawl out of my skin, and a loud, drawn-out whimper escapes me, almost like I’m a bitch in heat.

Something starts building in my belly, an insatiable heat mixed with a strange sort of pressure.

It's exactly what I experienced yesterday morning; the beginnings of an orgasm, an ascent up a steep mountain that’ll bring me to the heights of pleasure if Monster keeps going.

I forget about how wrong it is to be accepting this at the hands of my captor, and any thoughts of asking him to stop are wiped from my mind.

I fall into the sensations, making noises I barely recognize that climb in pitch until I’m nearly crying.

Then, Monster slides two fingers inside of me, and tears spark in my eyes .

What he did to me yesterday was taboo and reluctantly pleasurable, until it truly became torture, but this is different.

There’s a connection here. He’s not using strange toys to get me off; he’s using himself, proving to both of us that he can make me melt with his skilled touch.

I feel stripped bare both in body and soul, and my emotions are a dreadfully confusing jumble of need for physical stimulation and need for emotional connection.

Just when I’m about to be hurled off the edge of the cliff, Monster pulls back. My cry turns into an unsatisfied whine.

“Wait—” I cut off my word, clamping my lips shut. I can’t lower myself by asking him to continue. I want to badly, but I shouldn’t. I’m above that.

“Ask me nicely to fuck you,” Monster requests. “Beg me to fill this pussy with my cock and my cum, and I will. I’ll make you come so hard you see stars.”

He’s not asking me to betray my only family this morning, instead he’s asking something that’s almost worse; for me to betray myself. I can’t do that, no matter how desperate I am to come. I can’t consent to him using me as his slave or doll. I can’t give in .

“No?” Monster asks. The fingers still buried inside me twist and rub up against a spot that makes my toes curl. He gives my clit a single, sinuous lick. “I’ll make you feel so good, Scarlett. I promise. Just ask me to fuck you.”

Since I can’t trust my words right now, I shake my head and squeeze my eyes shut. Already, the promise of an orgasm is fading away, leaving me bathed in both irritation and dejection. I wanted to come, but—

Monster licks me again, then suckles my clit, briefly wiping my mind of all thought. He starts building me up again, slower this time, and just when I’m on the precipice, he pulls away again. “Beg. ”

“Fuck you!” I snap. Anger replaces my need in a flash, but instead of frustrating Monster, this seems to amuse him. He licks his shiny lips.

“I’ll keep at this all morning—all day if I have to. I’ll keep you hanging on the edge of an orgasm for as long as it takes. Do us both a favor and give in sooner rather than later. You’re delicious, but my patience has limits, and the longer you hold out, the more feral I become.”

I’m determined to deny him as he’s denying me. I’m set on remaining true to myself, but as he stands behind his words, repeatedly driving me to the edge of an orgasm and leaving me hanging, all conviction escapes me. All my rationality flees, leaving behind only desperation and need.

“No!” I cry when he pulls away once again. “Please—” I cut myself off, then shake my head. All my bluster is gone, I’ll do anything if it means he’ll make me come.

“Please what?” Monster questions. “Please keep edging me? Please don’t stop? Or… please fuck me?”

I swallow down my pride in favor of getting what I need. “P-put it in.”

“You’ll have to do better than that. Say please fuck me, Greyson .”

God, he’s not going to make this easy, and I’ll only hate myself more once it’s over. But I don’t care about that right now; I care only about getting what I need in this moment. He’s successfully reduced me to a needy mess.

“Please fuck me,” I whisper.

“Louder, and use my name.”

“Please fuck me, Monster, ” I snap.

“Good enough.” He climbs over my body, holding himself above me on one strong arm, and reaches down to wrap my left leg over his waist. “Tell me if it hurts.” He positions the thick head of his cock at my entrance, but instead of pushing right in, he slides it up to glide over my clit, teasing me without letting me come.

“Fuck— please ,” I cry. “Please fuck me!”

“Good girl.” He slowly starts feeding the length of his cock inside me. There’s a stretch, and the initial sensation borders on pain, but he reaches down with a hand to glide his thumb over my clit. Just like that, my entire body tenses and relaxes at the same time.

“ Shit , you’re tight,” he mutters. “I’m not going to last—I should’ve fucked your mouth again first.” A low, masculine, undeniably sexy groan escapes him as he bottoms out, stuffing me so full with his length I can almost feel him pressing against my internal organs.

“Best pussy in the world,” he grunts. “Especially because it’s all mine.

” He pulls out and slides back into me. We both moan at the same time.

I flit my gaze over his face. His jaw is clenched, lips pinched, features drawn tight with pleasure that almost looks like agony as he starts slowly pumping in and out of me.

His speed quickly speeds from languid to desperate, and it's almost like he loses control of his movements.

The force of his thrusts hurt a little, but the pleasure is overwhelming enough to drown out the pain.

His thumb glides over my clit in tight, precise circles, and my leg contracts around his waist as my orgasm hovers ever closer.

“I’m going to count down from five.” His voice is strained. “When I hit one, you can come. Orgasm before that, and I’ll punish you. Got it?”

“Yes,” I cry.