Savage Mates

 Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Belt 

Tillie

“Come ride me.” Jason ordered. His voice was low and dangerous and made my body clench up in excitement. The way that he watched me made me feel powerful. Hell, the way that were all watching me made me long for the pleasure that I knew they could give me.

I looked at Travie and then at Ryan, making sure this was all okay with them. Licking my lips, they wanted me just as much as they had before. I could feel that it was okay. I didn’t know how I knew it was, but deep inside of me I knew it was what they wanted. That everything would be okay afterwards and there would be no weird feelings on their part. On my side, I wasn’t sure how I was going to feel.

My eyes moved to Jason and he hooked two fingers at me, his head tilting down. His eyes moved down my body and it sent a shiver of desire straight to my pussy.

“Tillie, I won’t say it again.”

Nodding, I sucked in a deep breath before stepping closer to him. I bumped his legs apart with my hips before I crouched down, running my palms up the length of his thighs. His muscles twitched beneath my palm and I watched the damp material of his pants bulge.

My face flushed at the realization that it was my come mixed with Travis and Ryan’s staining the front of his slacks.

to the bulge. Gripping his hard length through his slacks. My name fell from

up to the waistband of his pants. Undoing the slim black belt that he wore, the metal clanged loudly in the quiet of the office. I pulled the belt from the loops, looking up

over the leather that I held in my hands. I stroked my thumb over the smooth surface, thinking about how it would feel to be bent over his knee. The way he

into a dark smile that

grabbing the belt before looping it over his hands. “Dangerous game you play, Tillie.” His tongue swiped over his bottom

dragging my hands down his thighs and pushing myself to stand. I turned around and the leather of the couch creaked as he moved forward. His hand moved to mine and he brought it to my lower back

hand and doing

tightening the strap until my wrists were bound together. I looked back at him and his eyes were dark with a hungry glint to them. “Not what you were

I said, shaking my head. “I’ve never

hands moving along the belt, making

I said, feeling my cheeks heat up with a blush. “My ex, he, he was

I pressed my thighs together. “But

his hands

I was so turned on that I knew it wouldn’t take much for me to come and he wasn’t even touching me. I rested my knees on the ground, looking up at

my zipper down.” He ordered and I tugged at my wrists, wondering how he wanted me to