Savage Book 2
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Kristen Mullings
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Sage's life takes a dramatic turn when she finds herself entangled in a complex web of professional and personal relationships. Her boss, Mr. Heinrich, makes an unexpected romantic advance, leading to a series of awkward and intense encounters. As Sage navigates her feelings and the workplace dynamics, she must also confront her past and make critical decisions about her future. With a mix of romance, tension, and self-discovery, Sage's journey is anything but ordinary.
New Start 🌶️🌶️🌶️
Sage
“You’ve been a very disobedient girl, my kätzchen,” Roman said in a low growl as he circled me, tapping a wooden cane against his palm. “It’s time for your punishment.”
My wrists were bound in leather cuffs, and I was bent over a small, metal table, the cold surface pressing against my breasts and making my nipples harden.
Roman called this room the “Dark Room.”
Dusky.
Dimly lit.
Damp.
But the room wasn’t the only thing that was damp…
Every time Roman disappeared behind me, I felt a twinge of excitement in my increasingly wet pussy.
The thrill of anticipation.
What was he going to do to me?
Would it be painful?
Pleasurable?
Or both?
“I asked you a question,” Roman said in his stern German accent. He suddenly pressed up against my backside, and I could feel my already short skirt riding even further up my thighs, exposing the bottom of my ass.
“If that’s what you think I deserve,” I said with a little smirk, knowing Roman couldn’t see my excitement.
He pulled my tight skirt up to my waist, and my ass spilled out, cascading onto the swelling cock in his pants.
Roman grabbed my ass with intense lust, giving it a powerful smack.
Yes, baby. That’s it. Punish me.
A soft moan escaped my lips, but I instantly tried to suck it back in, realizing my mistake.
Fuck…
Roman circled back around to my front and lifted my chin with his finger. His blistering eyes stared at me beneath the short blonde hair he’d been growing out recently. It was matted with sweat.
“Are you enjoying this, kätzchen?”
From this angle, Roman’s perfectly tailored suit looked like it might burst at the seams as his heavy breathing intensified the bulging of his pecs beneath the white dress shirt.
My nipples weren’t the only ones that were hard.
“Roman, I’m just—”
“Don’t lie, kätzchen. It will only make your punishment worse,” Roman said in a warning tone. “Lying is what got you here in the first place.”
So, maybe I’d told a little white lie. Did I splatter some paint on one of Roman’s best Valentino suits while I was working on a design in the bedroom?
Yes.
Did I tell him, unconvincingly, that I wasn’t painting near his six-thousand-dollar outfit, and that I had no idea how it happened?
Also yes.
But, did I possibly do it all on purpose, so I’d be bent over, bound and tied, at Roman’s mercy?
Hell yes.
“I’m sorry, Roman. It won’t happen again,” I said in a demure, submissive tone.
“You broke a clause of the contract—the contract you signed—and agreed to uphold,” Roman said, walking over to a black wooden cabinet on the wall and opening it.
I tried to crane my neck to catch a glimpse of what manner of titillating torture I was about to endure.
“Eyes down,” came the brusque command.
I complied, wriggling my backside as my thong wedged itself into my pussy and made me yearn even more for Roman’s touch.
Gentle or rough—it didn’t fucking matter.
I just wanted to feel his skin on mine.
I heard the cabinet close. Roman had made his decision.
The clacking of his leather Louis Vuitton dress shoes echoed through the silent room as he approached me from behind yet again.
Maybe if I spill paint on those, too, I’ll really get my ass handed to me…
“If you squirm with pleasure, I’ll make you squeal with pain,” Roman said, as he pulled my thong down to my ankles. “This is a punishment. It’s not for your gratification.”
“Yes, sir,” I replied, keeping my head down. So punish me then, you sexy bastard. Give me your worst.
CRACK!
I felt the lash of a whip across my naked flesh.
So, you chose the snake whip? Good choice.
I’d become well-versed with Roman’s cabinet of tools and toys by this point.
CRACK!
Roman brought the whip down in the exact same spot. This time, it actually stung.
I winced, but my body wanted more.
“Have you learned your lesson yet?” Roman asked, though it was clear he didn’t expect an answer. “No…I don’t think you have.”
CRACK!
That one had to have left a fucking mark.
By this point, I was wetter than Niagara Falls, so when I heard Roman’s zipper sliding down, I couldn’t help myself.
“Fuck me!” I shouted, spreading my legs and widening my stance. “Put that massive cock inside me right now!”
“Are you telling me what to do?” Roman asked, growling.
“Yes,” I said without hesitation.
Roman began teasing the lips of my vagina with the head of his cock, and I felt a wave of electricity surge through my nerves.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, the intimidation starting to fade from his voice.
“God, yes,” I replied, moaning.
Roman roughly plunged his cock into my pussy, pressing against my clit as he slid in and out over and over, making me explode with ecstasy.
I clenched my fists, unable to move my hands, digging my fingernails into my palms as he continued thrusting with increasing vigor.
The initial pain of his massive member stretching me out turned to pure pleasure as I orgasmed, shivering with delight.
Roman pulled out and unloaded his warm cum onto my backside, letting out an involuntary grunt as he relieved himself.
Slowly, Roman unlocked my restraints and picked me up in his arms. “Well, my kätzchen, I think you’ve finally learned your lesson.”
“I have the best teacher,” I replied, nuzzling into his neck.
***
Some people might think a contract would limit your sex life, but I found it to be the total opposite.
The contract Roman gave me opened up a whole new world of sexual experiences I’d never even thought possible.
I realized I actually liked Roman’s “punishments.” There was passion behind the pain, and that’s what I found really appealing.
And, better yet, we agreed on the contents of the contract together. No lines would be crossed. Nothing would be done without my consent.
Weeks turned to months, and I found myself spending more and more time at Roman’s penthouse. I hadn’t exactly moved in, but…
I didn’t just have a dresser drawer at his place—I had a whole closet, the size of a damn studio apartment.
As I stepped into said closet and started looking through the vast assortment of clothing I’d collected since starting my cushy design job, I felt a pang of guilt.
It wasn’t that I disliked my new job. I mean, the paycheck was incredible.
It just didn’t challenge me. Each day began to feel slower, and each task shallower. I wasn’t inspired, and no amount of money could buy inspiration.
At least I knew one person who would understand what I was feeling. I grabbed my phone from the marble island displaying my jewelry and began texting.
Sage
I kind of hate you for moving TBH
Sage
You’re SO far away
Sage
I need you to give me that “look”
Sage
U know, the one that says “Sage, you’re about to make a stupid decision”
Ronnie
oh lord
Ronnie
I’m just across the pond
Ronnie
and what decision???
Sage
Across the pond my ass!
Sage
London is like 4000mi away!
Sage
And I’m uh…
Sage
Thinking of quitting the design firm
Ronnie
girl that salary could feed a small army
Ronnie
are u sure u want to quit?
Sage
That’s why I’m asking u to talk some sense into me
Sage
Tell me I’m a crazy bitch for even thinking about it
Ronnie
no girl, u know i know u better than that
Ronnie
you’d only be thinking about leaving if u aren’t being challenged
Ronnie
moving to europe was honestly the best thing for me creatively
Ronnie
maybe u need a change too
Sage
Ugh you’re right
Sage
As usual 🙄
Ronnie
do what lights a fire in u, boo
Sage
💜💜💜
***
I’d thought all day about my conversation with Ronnie, and now, snuggling in bed with Roman, I made my decision.
I hoped he’d understand it. It seemed absolutely crazy to throw away a six-figure salary job at the top of my field.
But maybe it was crazier working somewhere that didn’t inspire me.
“I’m quitting my job,” I suddenly blurted out. Roman lowered the book he was reading, but only for a moment. His eyes returned to the page, unfazed.
“If that’s what you want, I support it,” he said casually.
“Wait, really?” I asked, surprised. We really had fallen into a certain synchronicity these past few months without even realizing it. “You don’t think it’s insane?”
“Well, you’re always a little insane, so it’s on-brand for you,” Roman replied, teasing. “But, with your skills and talent, you can do anything. It’s your journey, so you have to forge the path that feels right for you.”
“That sounds like an inspirational poster you have in your office break room,” I said, laughing. But he wasn’t wrong. Except…
“It’s not just my journey,” I said, sliding my hand over Roman’s, interlocking my fingers with his. “It feels like we’re in this together.”
Roman smiled and swung his muscled bicep around my shoulder, pulling me into his chest.
“Move in with me,” he said suddenly. “Officially.”
“Like, my name on the lease? You do like a good contract signing,” I responded jokingly. I was trying to stay cool, but my heart was beating out of my chest.
Roman Heinrich had just asked me to move in.
“So, is that a yes?” he asked, waiting for my answer.
“Yes!”
I wrapped my arms around him and planted a big kiss on his lips. “I’d move in with you whether we were in this penthouse or a mud hut at the ends of the Earth.”
Roman abruptly pulled away as his phone lit up. He furrowed his brow at the messages, dampening the intoxicating moment.
"What's wrong?" I asked nervously.
Roman looked up at me with a serious expression.
“You said you’d move with me to the ends of the earth?”
“Yes,” I responded hesitantly. What’s he playing at?
“Then how do you feel about moving to Berlin?” he asked.
Berlin!?
I said I wanted a change, but…
Would this be the new start that I needed?
Roman
“Zurück zuhause," I said quietly as the driver pulled the car up to a towering, classic stone building in central Berlin.
“What’s that mean?” Sage asked, taking in the structure with awestruck eyes.
“Back home,” I replied.
It had been quite some time since I’d been back to Germany, and especially to Berlin, where I’d spent many of my formative years.
This city held a lot of history for me…and not all of it was good.
We exited the vehicle, and I took Sage by the hand as we walked up the wide staircase leading to a heavy wooden door.
“Is this where you grew up?” Sage asked as we stopped in front of the entryway. “The architecture is so romantic—like it’s stuck in a different time.”
I was so thankful that Sage had agreed to pack up her life and move to Berlin with me, but judging by the stars in her eyes, she’d needed this change of scenery anyway.
For me, this was about business. The oldest branch of my company resided in Berlin, and before we went international, this was the sole headquarters.
It all started in this very spot…
“I spent my early twenties here, but I grew up outside the city, in the countryside,” I said, hesitantly placing my hand on the doorknob. “This building was where I started my empire.”
Now I was here to pick up the pieces. With the sudden passing of my old business partner, Luka, and with Ekko in prison, I was the sole shareholder. I’d have to build this place back up from the ground if it was going to stand on its own again.
My hand shook slightly as I struggled to twist the knob, but Sage placed her own hand on mine understandingly.
“I bet you have a lot of memories wrapped up in this place,” she said comfortingly.
You have no idea, kätzchen.
To say the memories were unpleasant would be an understatement.
The office doors swung open with a deafening thud, causing Sage and me to turn to see the last person we were expecting.
The king of unpleasantness himself.
I wasn’t prepared for this asshole’s return. But, then again, he always had a way of crawling back into my life.
“It seems like this place has become infested with cockroaches in my absence,” I growled.
“Is that any way to greet your own brother? It’s good to see you again, too,” Ekko said with an unsettling grin, standing up from the pedestal on which he was seated, like a stone gargoyle come to life.
Waves of emotions hit me as he approached, but one particular emotion clouded all the others…
Rage.
