One Night in a Storm: Savage Kinksters Book 1

by Shay Savage

  “Cree!” I cry out, only to receive a sharp smack on my backside.

  “Shut up and take it.”

  His words are enough to take me over the edge. I still my movements and hold my breath as the orgasm sweeps through me in a flood of sensation and conflicting emotions. When I’m able to breathe again, I nearly collapse.

  Cree wraps an arm around my torso, slowing his movements as he leans across my back and breathes hot air against my neck.

  “Maybe I’ll rip this condom off and come in you. You’d be a good little cum slut, wouldn’t you? Take it all, right in your pussy.”

  “No!” I shove at him, arching my back and twisting my hips. The sudden movement causes him to slip out of me, and I try to crawl forward.

  Cree grabs both of my ankles, pulling them out from under me, and I fall flat on my face. I feel his tight grip on my shoulder right before he flips me over and covers my body with his. He grabs the back of my head, twisting his fingers into my hair, and pulls my head back sharply. His legs cover mine, and his other hand grasps my throat.

  “No more of that,” he says harshly. “You need to learn your place, slut. You’re going to do what I say, or you are going to regret it.”

  I try to struggle, but he has me completely pinned. He tightens the grip on my hair.

  “You ready to obey now?”

  I can’t move my head, so I have to glance down to look at his face. I could use the safeword now if I want to, but nothing about this makes me want to stop. My skin is tingling, and the feeling of his weight on me is causing my body to throb with anticipation.

  “There’s no escaping this. Comply, and maybe you won’t get hurt.”

  I close my eyes and swallow hard. I nod as much as I can, and when I open my eyes again, Cree smiles maliciously at me.

  “That’s a good little slut.” Cree releases me and leans back on his heels. “Now get back on your knees and spread those legs.”

  Slowly, I roll myself over and pull me knees in. I place my hands on the floor, fingers spread, and move my legs apart. I feel his hand on the back of my neck, pushing me down until my head is against the floor.

  “This…is…mine!” He slams into me, jarring me forward. He doesn’t pull back, but pushes forward, grinding into me until I’m screaming again. My body convulses, tightening around his cock as he grinds and grinds and grinds.

  “Ahh!” I cry out again as another wave hits me. I almost collapse, but Cree holds my hips as he begins to thrust again, harder and faster than before.

  I feel sweat dripping onto my back. My knees shake and my arms ache, but the feeling is incredible. Every sense is heightened. I feel as if every nerve in my body is firing all at once. My head spins, and he continues on.

  Cree suddenly cries out, painfully tightening his grip on my hips as he comes. A moment later, we both drop to the floor in a pile of sweat, completely exhausted.

  My thoughts are jumbled. The experience was absolutely fantastic, but admitting I’d enjoyed it seems so utterly and completely wrong. I’m also not sure what to think of Cree’s obvious preferences. What kind of guy likes that? Have I been wrong to trust him?

  No, I don’t believe I have been. I do trust Cree, and he hasn’t done anything to make me feel otherwise. Though the whole incident has left me feeling more satisfied than I think I ever have, I still feel slightly uneasy as well.

  “Holy shit, Kas.” Cree rolls to his back and places his hand on his chest, breathing hard. “That was a workout.”

  “For me, too.”

  “You put up a good fight.” He grins as he reaches over and strokes my arm.

  “Is that really what you wanted?” I ask. My tone is accusatory though I don’t mean it to sound like that. I try to soften my words. “When you said before about how you like it rough, is this what you meant?”

  “Yeah, it is.” He looks away from me and up at the ceiling.

  I can’t tell in the low light, but I think he might be blushing. He pulls his hand away from my arm.

  “Is this what you really like?” I ask. “I mean, is this why you like rope, too? Because it’s like, um, it’s like…” I can’t quite finish the sentence.

  “Because it simulates rape,” Cree says bluntly.

  “Yeah, that.”

  “You understand the difference between fantasy and reality, right?” Cree’s voice sounds harsh.

  “Well, yeah,” I reply, somewhat defensively. “Of course.”

  “That’s what it is—fantasy. My deepest, darkest fantasy is to rape someone.”

  I swallow hard as I consider his words, remembering my own dark thoughts from the past.

  “I’ve had those kinds of fantasies, too.” I take a deep breath and try to figure out exactly what I want to say. “I guess I just never thought about acting on them.”

  “You’re worried.” Cree’s words are a statement, not a question.

  “Maybe a little.”

  “I’m not a rapist, Kas,” he says quietly. “I’ve never forced myself on anyone who wasn’t actually into it as well. You didn’t use your safeword. You were responding, and I’m pretty sure you were enjoying it. Please tell me I didn’t overstep.”

  “You didn’t.”

  He lets out a sharp sigh of relief but continues to stare at the ceiling. I can’t read his face.

  “Why do you like it?” I ask quietly.

  Cree turns back to me, shrugs, and then looks away again. He takes a few breaths before looking back at me.

  “Why do you have fantasies about being raped?”

  “I don’t know,” I say. “I read a book once that had a rape scene, and it…well, it…”

  “It turned you on.”

  “Yeah. I guess so. I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

  “I’ve had those kinds of thoughts pretty much since puberty,” Cree says, softening his tone. “I don’t know why. I don’t have a traumatic event in my life that triggered it. It’s just always been a scene that’s turned me on. I spent years being ashamed of it, assuming that the thoughts made me a sexual predator. I figured someone would find out and put me on that list of child molesters and other sex crime felons.”

  “Are you?”

  “God, no!” Cree shakes his head sharply and presses his lips together.

  “Sorry,” I mutter.

  “Do you think you’d enjoy actually being raped?” he asks.

  “No!” I stare at him, shocked he’d even suggest it.

  “Of course you wouldn’t. It was meant to be rhetorical. I’m kind of baring my all here, Kas. I try to be very open about everything, but no one wants to be judged.”

  “I didn’t mean it to sound that way. I’ve just never had a discussion like this before. I’m still trying to figure out how I feel about myself right now.”

  “I keep forgetting how new you are to all of this,” Cree says. He reaches over, turning his palm up, and I place my hand in his. He gives it a light squeeze before continuing. “Before I discovered rope, I discovered a primal play group.”

  “A what?”

  “I should probably clarify so I’m not confusing you with terminology. People in the lifestyle have definitions that vanillas don’t tend to use in their vocabulary.”

  “You’re losing me.”

  “Sorry. Let me back up.” Cree shifts himself around until he’s facing me and takes my other hand in his. He holds our hands together in the center of the space between us. “Kink lifestyle has a lot of different factions. I’ve told you a little about rope and mentioned that there are others, countless others, really. One subgroup is made up of predators and prey—people who like the hunt and people who like to be hunted—and it’s referred to as primal play.”

  “I’m assuming we are not talking about being in the woods and running through the trees, are we?”

  “Well, not specifically, but that wouldn’t be out of the question. It’s more about acting on whatever you are feeling, outside of societal norms, and not about the giv
en venue. It’s unfiltered and chaotic. You act on instinct instead of what you think you should or shouldn’t do. It doesn’t always mean rough—it can be very tender—but in my case, that is how I like it. I like to pursue and capture. I like the feeling of taking what I want.”

  “But…not actually against someone’s will?”

  “I have never raped anyone, and I never would. I would be devastated if I actually hurt someone. I get upset when I just make someone uncomfortable. I still like the fantasy of rape, and I like sharing that fantasy with others who also enjoy the same kind of thing. It took me a long time to figure out that liking the thought and acting out the deed are completely different.”

  “The same way I liked it but wouldn’t want it to really happen.”

  “Exactly the same. This is about an exchange of power, not assault. You allow me to have power over you because you like to feel out of control, even though you know—at least I hope you do—that I’d never hurt you, and I would always stop if you asked me to.”

  “I knew you would stop if I wanted you to,” I say.

  “I’m glad to hear that.” Cree sits up, and I do the same. He leans back against the wall, coaxing me next to him so he can put his arm around me. “It took me a long time to come to terms with it. I felt like I needed that kind of satisfaction, but I never wanted to hurt anyone. I learned through the primal group that as long as I don’t ever take someone who’s truly unwilling, I could satisfy myself without crossing that line.”

  “I understand,” I tell him. “Really, I think I do. I’m sorry if I came across as accusatory. I’m really just trying to figure it all out, and I also really have to pee.”

  Cree laughs, and I jump up to head to the bathroom.

  I’m sore everywhere but not actually in pain. When I think about the last few hours, my skin starts to tingle, and I wonder if Cree has awakened some kind of sex addict inside of me. I shake my head, finish up, and go to wash my hands.

  Washing my hands reminds me of the water on the first floor, and I wonder just how high it has risen. As soon as the thought enters my head, I feel tension in my back and shoulders, and I have to squeeze my eyes shut and count for a bit to push the panic away.

  Though there is only one emergency light in the bathroom, it’s enough to let me see my reflection in the mirror above the sink. I splash water on my face and notice a mark on the back of my raised arm. I look a little closer, turning to the side to get a better view. My arms are covered in crisscross patterns from the ropes as well as some bruises. I take a step closer to the mirror and stand up on my toes to see bruises on my hips where Cree was holding on to me. Around my thighs, wrists, and ankles are more rope marks.

  I walk out of the bathroom slowly. I have to force myself not to look over at the railing, but it doesn’t matter because I can hear the water sloshing around below. It might still be several feet down, but it sounds closer. Cree is sitting up on the towels with his back to the wall, watching me closely.

  “Are you all right?” he asks quietly.

  “I’m fine.” The words are an automatic reply, and my voice doesn’t carry the sentiment. I glance at Cree, who raises an eyebrow. “I didn’t realize how many marks the ropes would leave.”

  “They fade pretty fast,” he says. He holds his hand out, and I take it. He pulls me down into his lap and holds my back to his chest. He rubs my arms and legs as he speaks quietly. “Are we all right? You look a little shook up.”

  “I think I’m still trying to process it all.”

  “Understandable.” Cree kisses the back of my head.

  The soft kiss makes me long for a different type of intimacy, and I wonder if that is even something Cree is capable of providing.

  Chapter 11—Cree

  My chest hurts as if I’ve been holding my breath for an hour. Since we’d finished the last round, I’ve been on edge, trying to figure out what’s going on in Kas’s head. When she walked out of the bathroom, she looked pale and frightened. Now I’m doubting myself, doubting my ability to read a person, and it’s scaring me.

  Did I make a catastrophic mistake?

  Kas seems shaken up, even as I hold her against my chest and kiss her softly. Though we’ve been discussing our last encounter, I can’t quite tell how she feels about it. She seems like such a natural sub, and I’ve treated her as such. Though I’ve never considered myself a harsh Dom, maybe I’ve pushed her too far.

  “Kas?”

  “Hmm?”

  “You’re worrying me.”

  “I am?” She turns her head to face me. “How so?”

  “You look like you’re in shock, and I’m afraid I did something to upset you.”

  She shivers in my arms, and my chest tightens again. When she doesn’t respond, panic wells up inside of me.

  “Kas, what is it?” I place my hand on the side of her face and stare into her eyes, pleading with her to answer me. “Are you regretting all of this?”

  “No!” Her eyes go wide, and she gives me a soft smile. “Not at all. I guess the distractions can only last so long.”

  “Distractions?”

  “The water.” She nods toward the railing and the first level of the library.

  I’d been so ecstatic with how this night had gone, I’d nearly forgotten about how it started. This was all about keeping her from thinking about the water below and her overwhelming fear of it.

  “Shit, Kas. I’m sorry.” I hold her against my chest. “I guess you distracted me so much, I forgot all about it. I was being selfish, and I’m sorry about that.”

  “Selfish?”

  “Making this about me. I was so worried that I’d upset you or that you wouldn’t want to see me again, I forgot what you’ve been going through.”

  “I don’t think you’re selfish.” Kas chuckles and shakes her head. “You have been a lot more focused on me than my last boyfriend. I’m just wondering…”

  “Wondering what?” I raise my eyebrow, speculating on the term boyfriend as much as her pending question.

  “Do you like it gentle as well? I mean, at least some of the time?”

  My mind suddenly goes completely blank, and I think my jaw might have dropped. I feel a little numb when I realize the implications of her question.

  I’m skilled in teaching people to use rope, but I have never even thought about training someone to be a submissive in the kink world, especially when starting from scratch. I’ve touched on a few basics, but I’ve completely neglected explaining the complexities of a non-standard relationship.

  “Wow,” I finally say quietly. “I’ve really screwed this up, haven’t I?”

  “I’m not sure what you mean.” Kas looks at me, confused. “Is that a no, then?”

  I sigh heavily before looking at her to try to figure out what thoughts are behind her expression. She still looks hopeful, as if she’d like some of that gentleness from me—something beyond the bondage and the kneeling.

  “I pushed you too much. I was just trying to keep your mind off everything else, but I pushed too hard. Shit, Kas. I’m so sorry.”

  “Cree,” she says softly as she looks into my eyes and reaches up to touch the side of my face, “I’m fine. What are you talking about?”

  “I’ve just…” I pause and take a deep breath. “I’ve never done this stuff with someone who hasn’t already had a lot of exposure to the lifestyle. I don’t know where your lines are, and quite frankly, I’m afraid I’m going to fuck this up.”

  “You aren’t fucking anything up,” Kas says. “I like what we’ve done. I was just wondering if you ever have normal sex.” She laughs. “I’m sorry. That came out wrong.”

  “I know what you mean.” I chuckle, glad to release the tension I’d been feeling. “Normal is a bad word.”

  “Yes, it is.” Kas laughs again.

  “I just want to make sure I don’t do anything that scares you away,” I tell her. “I’d really like this one night to be a beginning, not an ending.”

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bsp; I press my lips to hers before she can say anything else, kissing her firmly, but not aggressively. I stroke the side of her face with one hand as I pull her close to me with the arm wrapped around her shoulders. I pull back and look at her, smiling.

  “Kas?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Would you like to have gentle, vanilla sex with me sometime?”

  “Well, um…” Kas laughs and shakes her head slowly as she glances away, cheeks burning. “Yes, I would. That wasn’t my question though.”

  “There is a time and a place for everything, so yeah, sure.” I relax against the wall, my remaining fears slowly dissipating. “People who enjoy kink also enjoy vanilla sex every once in a while.”

  “I can’t figure out if ‘vanilla’ is supposed to be bad or not.”

  “It’s not good or bad,” I say. “It’s only meant to be descriptive. Vanilla is a great flavor. Kink can also be very gentle.”

  “How so?”

  “Aftercare, for instance.”

  “Is that when you were rubbing my arms and legs?”

  “Yes, it is. There’s also more to it. If you are interested in playing a little more, I can demonstrate.”

  “Okay.”

  I lift Kas up and out of my lap and then grab a couple of the towels off the floor. I fold them over so the padding is thicker, then place the stack neatly on the floor just a few feet away from the wall.

  “Kneel.” I point to the towels.

  Kas narrows her eyes at me before getting up and kneeling on the towels. She doesn’t take a traditional sub pose—not quite—but it’s close enough. I recline against the wall so she’s directly in front of me and grab one of the nearby ropes. I slowly but efficiently coil it and tie it off in a neat bundle before placing it inside my backpack.

  “Grab me that rope there,” I say, pointing to a rope nearby. I could have reached it if I had leaned over enough. Kas will have to get up to do it, and I’d rather watch that than get it myself.

  Kas gets up and walks over to the rope. I get a great view of her ass as she bends over to retrieve it. She holds it out to me, but I just nod toward the towels. Kas sighs before she returns to the kneeling position and holds the rope out again. This time, I take it.