Page 59 of Savage Don

“Oh my god…” I hear myself whisper.

Slowly, Ray’s kisses begin to wander lower and lower.

“Pick the spatula back up,” Ray demands. “Keep cooking. This is your lesson. Don’t fail me, kitten.”

My first instinct is to obey, but when Ray lifts up the bottom of my nightgown and I feel a wave of his hot breath crash against my bare cheeks, all I can do to keep from falling is grab onto the counter with both hands.

“Ray, I can’t.”

“It’s not Ray,” he immediately snaps. Then, without warning, he takes a bite of my tender flesh, right on the plumpest part of my ass.

The pain is sublime, and it rushes up from his mouth and through my body, making me tremble all over until it settles in my core.

“I’m sorry, master,” I rasp, my knuckles turning white from holding onto the counter so tightly. “I can’t let go. I’ll fall.”

“I’ll catch you, kitten,” Ray assure me. Slowly, his thick fingers slide around my hips, fastening me into place as he gently kisses the burning spot on my ass where his teeth just claimed me.

The sudden tenderness of his lips gives me the assurance I need to pry my fingers from the counter. Just like he promised, I don’t fall. Ray holds me upright around the waist as I reach out and grab the spatula.

It’s like he can sense that I have it again, because the second I try to continue cooking, I feel him bite down on my other ass cheek.

Pleasure ripples through my entire body, and I have to call on all of my strength just to keep the spatula in my hand.

Somehow, I manage to hold onto it. Hell, I’m even able to start stirring and curling up the eggs as Ray’s kisses move inwards.

The pan is starting to sizzle by the time he reaches the line between my cheeks. The arches of my feet are already bent to their limits when Ray digs his fingers into my ass cheeks and spreads me apart.

“Holy shit,” I rasp. His tongue is long enough that he’s able to reach it around to my clit. Just like he did in the shower with his fingers, Ray starts to lick my swollen nub, leading it towards nirvana with his thick tongue.

It feels fucking amazing.

But it also makes me weak.

Arching my back, I try to force the electric ecstasy to stay beneath my waist. It’s no use. The pressure in my core is going nuclear.

Ray sucks on my clit and a ragged sigh slips from my lips.

Still, I keep cooking. Scraping the eggs off of the side of the frying pan, I do my best to keep everything from burning.

Then Ray lets my clit go free and his tongue digs up my tight pussy hole.

This time, instead of dropping the spatula, my whole upper body drops.

Fuck.

I’m dangerously close to falling face first into the sizzling pan. Hell, one inch to the left or to the right and my hair would already be on fire. But I can hardly find the fucks to care.

Ray was right. I don’t want this to stop. His tongue feels so good that I’d take some singed hair just to keep it going.

But I can smell the eggs, and from up close, I can see that they’re almost done. Part of me wants to let them burn; throw them out so that this can continue.

But I’ve been given strict instructions by my master. He’s told me what to do, and I won’t fail him.

Forcing myself back up, I scramble the eggs some more. It’s becoming harder and harder to keep them in my line of sight. Every time Ray twists his thick tongue in my pussy, the world goes a little blurry and I have to shut my eyes.

And it’s not just his tongue. His nose is pressing into my asshole, too. The pressure only makes everything all the more pleasurable.

It doesn’t take much longer before it all becomes too much.