Cravings by Liz Everly Page A

breathed. “Love the way you do it.”
    She lifted the paddle again and came down harder than she ever had before. “Prick!” she said.
    He screamed in agency and joy. Such a fine line. He ground himself against the floor.
    â€œDon’t! Don’t you come,” she said. “There will be more punishment!”
    She picked the paddle up and saw tiny beads of blood now on his ass. Just the way he liked it. He writhed. When she brought the paddle down, it would be over.
    And so it was. Right after he came on the floor, she turned him over and straddled his face, his back pressed against his own ooze.
    â€œLucky boy,” she said, pressing herself into his face. “You get to taste me.”
    His tongue, his lips, his mouth, on her, in her. Her wet self all over his face—in his mouth and nose. She unraveled on his face, just the way he liked it, feeling a sense of suffocation as he ate her. He could barely breathe. She knew it and yet ground down into his face with one more thrust, letting the current of the orgasm rip through her . . .
    Yes. She was a mean bitch.
    â€œI love you,” he said, gasping for air. “I want you to collar me. I want to serve you forever.”
    â€œThat’s what they all say,” she said and smirked.

Chapter 17
    S aint Lucia was a speck of lush green in the middle of the turquoise blue sea. Sanj had a window seat on the plane, but he’d only just looked out. He’d been watching Sasha with chocolate. She didn’t seem to notice.
    She held a huge chocolate bar—dark and bittersweet. She broke off a piece for him and he opened his mouth. He preferred smooth milk chocolate, but this flavor popped.
    â€œMore?” she said.
    He nodded. “No, please, you have it all.”
    He watched as those full lips went around the bar. She bit a chunk off. She closed her eyes as a look of bliss came over her. He remembered—in every detail—her face when she came as he held his mouth to her, the way she moved, the way she tasted. It was, in fact, a little similar to the way she looked now, enjoying the chocolate bar.
    Damn, he needed to bed her again soon. He was certain to lose his mind from his hunger for her. He needed a clear mind to function—the only thing that would help was nearly impossible—now that Jennifer was around. But he’d gotten each one of them their own condos on the island, and finessed it so Jennifer’s was on the other side of the resort from his and Sasha’s. He hoped it would work out that way.
    Sasha’s chocolate bar melted and she licked her fingers. She was enthralled—not paying a bit of attention to him as she licked the chocolate off herself.
    He had to look away. He stared out at the green Piton Peaks of Saint Lucia rising from the ocean floor. Is this where Maeve was? On this beautiful island? Could such treachery exist here?
    â€œHey,” Jennifer said, leaning across the aisle.
    Sasha and Sanj glanced at her.
    â€œLook at this,” she said, holding up Maeve’s notebook. “It’s a map of Mozingo’s plantation. She has this part circled.”
    â€œA grounds storage facility,” Sanj said. “Why would she have it circled?”
    â€œRemember,” Sasha said. “Didn’t Jackson say she accused him of using pesticides? Maybe this is where she found evidence.”
    â€œShe doesn’t mention it in her notes,” Jennifer said. “And they’ve recently gotten some kind of huge ethical farming award or something.”
    â€œThey need that,” Sanj said. “I had Mariah, my accountant, do some digging for me. She said they have been steadily declining. The industry is struggling these days with all of the child labor issues, not to mention pesticides and problems with bugs.”
    â€œChild labor?” Jennifer asked.
    â€œVery difficult to police,” Sanj said. “On the one hand, to Westerners it appears