His blue eyes stared straight into hers, refusing to allow her to look away. Refusing to allow her to hide from him. She sighed. She wished she could tell him she didn’t want to change them. A part of her didn’t.
“What is it, baby? We promised each other we’d talk about everything. Talk it through. I didn’t expect to have to change the rules. We made them in good faith. I made you a promise. You have every right to decide that’s a hard no for you. We would have to go back to me makin’ my cock cooperate, which I would hate, but I would do it. That’s me being honest. You have every right to hate it as well, but if you can’t make yourself do this, it’s what we both have to do.”
“I want to get out of here,” Seychelle said. “It’s beautiful, and I appreciate you putting this all together for me, but I want to go to bed. I’ll talk in bed.” She could tell there were things about the run he wasn’t telling her. Club business. Things he had to do that she couldn’t know, but it was going to be important for him that she was there—like the Alena and Pierce thing, but more.
She stood up, water pouring off of her. Savage did as well. He snagged two warm towels from a towel warmer and wrapped her in one before removing two plugs to allow the water to swirl out. Seychelle tried not to allow the towel to brush over her very sensitive nipples as she walked down the hall to the bathroom. Savage had provided a brand-new electric toothbrush and water flosser exactly like the ones she had at her house. She used both and dried off gingerly.
“I’ve got lotion that will help your ass and nipples, Seychelle. Once you’re ready, go on into the bedroom and I’ll apply it for you.”
“I can do my nipples.”
Savage raised his eyebrow at her. Seychelle sighed and walked into the bedroom. It was immaculate. He’d cleaned everything. Her clothes, the toys, his strap, all of it was gone. There was water on the end table. He really believed in hydration. She sat carefully on the bed, waiting for him, hands folded for some reason, her heart pounding.
Savage looked larger than life when he walked into the bedroom, totally naked. Her breath caught in her throat. He had more muscles than she’d imagined a man could have. He was bigger than she thought, even when he wasn’t as hard as a steel pole. She couldn’t imagine how he fit inside of her, or how a woman took him in her mouth. She was going to have to keep practicing, something she’d been doing behind his back with cucumbers, because that hideous woman wasn’t going to be able to do something for her man that she couldn’t do a thousand times better. But she might have to find a bigger cucumber. He seemed to be growing as she stared at him.
“Babe.” He kind of groaned his endearment. “Stop looking at my dick. You’re already sore and we’re not going for another round. You need to rest. Eyes on mine.”
It took effort to raise her gaze to his. Now he knew she was thinking about that portion of his anatomy. She’d been thinking about all of his anatomy, but now she was concentrating. A girl had to have her priorities.
“Seychelle. Your ass is already sore. If I put you over my knee, you’re not going to be able to sit down for a few days.” There was distinct warning in his tone.
“Fine. You’re such a killjoy. I was just looking. Admiring. Maybe planning.”
“Planning?”
That caught his attention, just like she knew it would. Men were so easy when it came to their cocks.
“Yes, but you stopped me mid-plan, so I’m not sharing. You don’t deserve it.” She was rather smug about her punishment. She knew he’d think about that for a long while.
He poured lotion into his palm. “Your nipples are going to be sore for a few days. We aren’t going to use clamps for a little while, and I’ll have to be careful. We’ll use this lotion several times a day. That will help with the soreness. You tell me if you get worse.”
He was exquisitely gentle as he applied the lotion to both nipples. Whatever was in the lotion definitely soothed away the soreness. The skin on her breasts felt silky soft as well.
“Lay on your belly, Seychelle, so I can apply the lotion to your ass and the backs of your thighs. You shouldn’t have any lasting marks, not even from the strap. I was very careful.”
Seychelle stretched out. Her body was already humming from the lotion he’d applied to her breasts and nipples. He rubbed it into her shoulders and back and then began to gently massage it into her buttocks. He was careful as he applied, never putting too much pressure on her bottom but using a gentle circular motion to cover every inch of both cheeks before moving down to the backs of her thighs.