Unexpected redemption an.., p.5
Unexpected Redemption: An age gap forbidden romance (Redleg Security Book 7), page 5
Everything in the room fades away except Lettie’s beautiful body as she exposes it to me an inch at a time.
When her arms bend, curving behind her back to unclasp her bra, I stop her. “Ah, ah, ah. Jeans next.”
If I don’t get a glimpse of her dancing in her bra and panties with that fucking collar on, I’ll never recover emotionally.
There’s no backtalk, no grumbling under her breath, nor resistance in her nonverbal. Just relaxed compliance and an eagerness to please that satisfies me greatly.
Finally, she shimmies her jeans to the floor, gradually exposing her long legs to my greedy eyes.
“That’s my good girl. Fuck. You’re stealing my breath, Lettie baby.”
In only her bra, panties, and my collar, she writhes in front of me. When she starts singing along to the next song, I fucking lose it. My fist roughly grabs my erection, pumping from root to tip. The lack of lube adds a sting of pain, which only makes me harder. After three strokes, I force my hand away.
I’ll need to be hard for a long time if this happens the way I envision.
She moves in close, bracing herself on the chair’s arms and hovering her face inches from mine. I can’t focus on the lyrics she’s singing, but she’s a damn siren.
Suddenly, she spins around, putting her ass within biting distance. Gradually, she lowers onto my lap, swirling and grinding herself against me in sensual circles. Without warning, she rises off my lap, leaving me bereft and achy.
My patience for teasing is officially spent.
“Hurry the fuck up, sugar. I need you on my cock now.”
An airy giggle lingers on her lips. Dutifully, she complies, cutting out the teasing and dancing and finally dropping the bra and slipping her panties to the floor.
I must be a self-hating masochist for what comes out my mouth next.
“Turn around.” I spin my index finger in a circle. When she does so without objection, I offer some praise. “Such a good girl. Now, I want you to slowly bend down and touch your toes.”
“You’re killing me.” There’s a strained quality to her words. Either she’s itching to defy me or nervous about exposing herself like this. Whichever it is, I can’t wait to see what happens next.
Without another sound, she drags her palms along the front of her legs, drifting lower as she folds at the waist and presents her lush ass to me. When she gets as far down as she can go, her pussy becomes visible, slick with her arousal.
“Damn, Lettie. You know what I’m thinking right now?”
She shakes her head, adding her verbal reply like the good fucking girl she is. “No.”
“I’m thinking about how badly I want to smack that ass. Watch it jiggle and turn pink. Bite it. Rub it. Squeeze it. Grind against it. Drag the head of my cock up and down that pretty pink slit, letting it soak my skin until it’s dripping like you are. And then I want to plunge my dick so far inside your tight pussy that you scream my name and quiver all around me, tugging every drop of my release out.”
Her breathing is more ragged than mine. “Thinking all of that, huh?”
“And so much more.”
A wicked grin twists my mouth when a faint keen escapes her.
“You like the sound of my plan, don’t you?”
Nodding rapidly, she whimpers her response, arousal coating her tone as much as it is her slippery pussy. “Yes, babe. I like it.”
“Good girl. You may stand back up and face me.” Once she does, I crick my index finger, beckoning her. “Do you want your spanking now or after?”
As expected, she responds with a pout. “Now, please.”
I straighten my spine, grab the pillow behind me, and place it across my thighs. In two short strides, she’s beside me and folding her delicious naked frame over my lap.
We adjust positioning, finding the right spot so she’s comfortable. Never spanked her on this chair before. But it’ll work. This is just a warm-up and not a real punishment. We’re just dipping our toes in the water to see how it feels after nothing but vanilla for a while and all that’s happened to her.
“Lettie, are you comfortable? Ribs okay?”
She nods eagerly. “Yes, babe. I’m wonderful.”
My right palm begins slowly caressing her ass, soft at first, then rougher. Enough to get the blood flowing. My left hand runs over her spine.
“Remember the rules, sugar?”
“Yes, my love.”
Fuuuck. That was intentional. She’s buttering me up so I’ll go easy on her.
Little does she know I was going to go easy on her anyhow. Not telling her that so I can greedily lap up any more butter she wants to dish out.
“This isn’t really a punishment. Just for fun. You don’t need to count. Ready?”
“Yes, babe.”
“Good girl.”
My massage of her backside gets more intense as I finish warming her up. When I dig my fingertips into the thick flesh of her left cheek, squeezing and tugging it upward, she mewls. Love that sound almost as much as her singing voice.
I move my left hand to the middle of her back to steady her, spreading my fingers wide. Her already erratic breathing picks up, serrating through her teeth in a subtle hiss. Before I give her the first smack, I run the flat of my palm along the seam of her pussy, getting my hand wet.
Cautiously, I rain down three quick blows on her right cheek. None of them hard enough to cause any pain. Immediately, I return to the same spot, squeezing and rubbing the area.
When we do impact play, we use a color system so I can gauge her head space. “Color, Lettie?”
“Green. Green. Green,” she rumbles from deep in her chest, excited to keep going.
“So pretty on my lap like this. Your sexy ass in the air, begging for my palm.” Four smacks this time, on the left cheek, followed by more vigorous rubbing and pinching. Her hips swirl and pump while I rub some of the sting away.
“Still green?”
“Yes, babe. Please keep going.”
We quickly fall into a pattern, smacks echoing around the room, harried breaths, massaging, and checking in. Her cheeks redden steadily. Rather than breathy pants and slight squeaks, she begins moaning. I alternate the location of my target, keeping most of my swats to the plumpest part of her ass but occasionally drifting lower.
When I get too close to the pink lines from her healing wounds, I pull back. They still sicken me. Always will.
She’s done excellent thus far. I don’t need to push her too much. I only want to remind her what she liked before that nightmare.
“Let’s see how wet you are.”
I snake my fingers toward her opening, working my way through her dripping flesh, finding her clit already swollen. Using two fingers, I swirl around the tight bud, drawing more keens from her. When I dive inside her opening, she cries out. Despite it being only one finger, she’s so fucking desperate. If she doesn’t come on my cock after this, I’ll be so damn shocked.
“You’re soaked for me, sugar bear. Fucking dripping.”
The erotic sound of my finger pumping into her wet flesh reverberates around the room. Fuck. Maybe I should come once before I continue with the plan. It’ll take all my resistance if I don’t get some relief soon, and it still might not be enough to stop me from coming once I’m inside her.
Nah. Fuck it. I’ve always enjoyed edging myself. Let’s see how long I can stand it.
For a few more strokes, I pump my middle finger inside her pussy before returning to her clit. Her legs start to tremble as she resists the urge to buck into my fingers.
“Do you want to fuck yourself on my fingers, Lettie?”
She forces out her reply, “Anything you want to give me, babe.”
“You’re so much more agreeable when your ass is stinging.”
She lets two muffled chuckles loose, and they crescendo into moans as I work her clit faster.
“You may move your hips or do anything you need to make yourself come now, Lettie.”
“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, babe.”
Four thank yous in two point five seconds. Could be a personal best.
Her hips start thrashing, rocking herself into my hand as I quickly bring her to the first climax of the night.
“Yes, that’s it. Come for me. Just like that.”
When she reaches the peak, she squeezes her ass cheeks and slams her thighs the rest of the way together. At this angle, it’s one of the hottest fucking things I’ve ever seen.
After she rides it out, I return to rubbing soothing circles on her ruddy cheeks. Nice and gentle. Soon her breathing evens out, and her body grows limp.
“You can get up as soon as you’re ready, sweetness.”
All she can give me is one word.
Scratch that. One letter.
“K.”
And now the real fun begins.
Chapter 4
Hot and cold treatment
LETTIE
My ass is still warm and tingly when he maneuvers me into a seated position on his lap, facing the mirror. Closing my eyes, I throw my head back, letting it rest on his shoulder. For a few seconds, I revel in the lingering euphoria from not just the orgasm but the release I got from the spanking. My body is nothing but gelatin.
His doting hands run all over me like they’re trying to drink up my skin. He moves from my shoulders down to my wrists, then up again before stroking along my back, around my waist, and to my breasts.
“How do you feel?” he whispers against my ear, his feathery, warm breath causing tantalizing shivers to work through me.
Reaching one arm over my head and bending at the elbow, I find the back of his head and lovingly scratch his scalp. “I’m wonderful. I missed that. Thank you.”
He kisses me under my ear. “You’re.” Another kiss slightly lower. “Welcome.” And one more peck at my pulse point. “Sugar.”
Another moan frees itself from the back of my throat. Dang. I’m so primed for him right now. Perhaps this was part of his plan. He’s a genius. Once a sexpert, always a sexpert.
Maybe he’ll successfully resolve my little penetration problem tonight, after all.
Heh. Penetration problem. Sounds like the title of a horrible porno.
His lips rumble against the outside of my shoulder. “Shift your bottom forward a few inches so I can put on a condom.”
Ugh. I’m getting so sick of those. Such a mood killer. Logically, I get how necessary they are, but I wish they weren’t. It’s not like we’re with other people. If it weren’t for my pesky ovaries.
The rip of the foil packet meets my ears. He jostles me slightly as he rolls the latex over his heavenly cock.
Thoughts of the future fill my mind. Is it time to get on birth control? Am I ready for that? And when will he propose for real?
Obviously, I’ll say yes. That’s a given. If I could forgive him for all I have, there’s nothing that will stop us. And the way he’s opened up to me these last few days has cemented how right I was to give him another chance.
I hope I can convince Stella of that eventually. A slight cringe curls my upper lip at the thought of her. She still has no idea I’ve moved out of the shelter. I’ve texted her every day, saying all is well. The guilt over that is starting to hurt.
Tomer’s firm palms settle on my hips, shaking me from my woeful musings.
When my eyes spring open, they lock on the mirror in front of us. The beautiful white gold and purple choker shines back at me, warming my heart as much as my tush. Reflexively, my hand reaches for it. Fingers spreading, I press it into the sensitive skin of my neck.
My mouth does the Lettie thing of releasing whatever random thoughts spring into my head without care of consequences. “I can’t believe you were gonna propose-but-not-propose on our anniversary. And yet you didn’t.” I shake my head, lips pursing. “Unbelievable.”
“It would have been different if I had done it then,” he says with a tendril of remorse in his voice.
“How so?”
“Honestly, I’m unsure if I forgot to do it that evening or let myself forget.”
My eyes narrow at his reflection, and my hand freezes on the back of his head.
Through the mirror, he meets my gaze, his eyes warm and loving. “Not because I didn’t want to collar you or give you a meaningful gift. And certainly not because I didn’t want to bind us.”
A scant wave of relief laps at my feet, encouraging me to wait for his explanation without jumping to conclusions.
He swallows, blinking twice. “Originally, I planned to give you that instead of an engagement ring because I couldn’t propose to you with all those lies out there. The collar was a solid alternative. But giving it to you when you didn’t know the real me felt wrong. I convinced myself it was okay since you could give it back anytime and for any reason. At the end of the day, though, it would have been wrong to ask you to claim me as James.”
For once, my trap stays shut, and I let his words permeate.
Everything he said makes perfect sense. And he’s right. Based on what he told me tonight about the symbolism this collar has for him, it would have been wrong to give it to me with all that dishonesty muddying the sentiment.
And hold up. Did he just say that . . .
“You wanted to propose to me before all this happened?”
So much for holding my tongue.
He tugs at my waist, twisting me to the side so I’m not forced to look at him in the mirror. “Lettie, I’ve wanted to marry you for a very long time. The first night I saw you sing at Bask, I knew no one would ever make me feel the way you do. The way you looked at me, effusing happiness and joy simply because I was there. My presence made you happy. You had no other expectation other than me watching you sing. That was all you needed. From that moment on, it was you or no one. Ever. Period.”
“Oh babe.” I drag the backs of my knuckles over his cheek, tracing the outline of his scruff, badly in need of a shave.
Damn my bleeding heart, making me agonize over what a horrible year he must have had knowing he was lying to me while loving me so deeply. No wonder he never said the words back. Despite what he did, he still tried to act with honor in the ways he felt he could control.
Somehow, we made it to the other side of all that mess.
I spear my fingers through the hair above his ear, curving my fingertips toward the back of his head. Tugging him toward me, I slant my lips over his and offer him what little I can to help him heal.
Our tongues tasting and teasing, we gradually close the fissure that kept him from claiming me before.
As often happens when people in love kiss without clothes on—or so I assume—we quickly end up needy and desperate for a deeper connection. He breaks the kiss, looks into my eyes, and rumbles, “Turn around, sugar. I need to slip my cock inside you and see if I can make you come for me like I used to.”
After giving him a sweet peck, I wink and quip, “I love when you’re bossy about my orgasms.”
“Well, then you’re gonna love tonight.”
Once I face the mirror, he reaches around my waist with both hands. He doesn’t speak as he slides his palms between my legs and spreads my thighs open.
With the mirror in front of me, I can see everything between my legs.
Everything.
Fortunately, I don’t have time to grow shy because Tomer’s right hand has journeyed to the part of my body I’ve never seen from this angle. He drags two of his thick fingers up and down, swirling and spreading my flesh aside, then working his way to my clit.
My shoulders sag, and my chin tips upward as delicious tingles span outward. “Mmm. That feels good, babe.”
“I’m gonna get you to the edge again, sugar. Then I’ll press my cock inside this pretty pussy.”
The sway of my hips matches the pulse of his fingers as he brings me closer to the peak. My eyes flutter shut when my keens spike.
“Look how beautiful you are, Lettie. Open those eyes for me.”
Complying like his good girl, I force them open. The erotic sight of him pleasuring me ratchets up my arousal.
“You’re so fucking sexy. Look how you grind on my lap, desperate to come.”
He runs his tongue along the side of my neck from the collar upward. After sucking tiny patches of skin between his lips, he bites my ear lobe, tugging me toward him. The pain heightens all sensations, hurtling me closer to climax.
Like earlier, I bend my elbow and fling my arm behind me to hold his head close to my neck. Tilting my head to the side, I give him more access to one of my favorite erogenous zones. I don’t know what it is about that spot under my ear, but I’m a huge fan of when he works me over there.
Next thing I know, I’m teetering at the edge. Because he knows my body better than I do, he stops and taps my hip. “Lift up, sugar. Take me inside you now.”
Setting one foot on the carpet, I lean forward and reach between my legs to find his cock.
He swats my hand away. “I got it, sugar. Let me take care of you.”
After lining himself with my entrance, he tugs me down gingerly with his free hand. Same as always, the initial tightness gives me a short bout of fear that he won’t fit. Then he pumps upward, driving past that resistance and sliding home.
A breathy moan frees itself from my throat, and a shudder of pleasure runs through me. “Damn, babe. You feel so amazing inside me.”
“No place else I want to be. Ever,” he grits out, teeth bared.
When I start to shift my weight to put a little bounce in my movements, he stops me with a stern tone. “No, no, no. Hold still.”
“Sorry.”
He brings his left hand to my cheek, turning my head to the side to align our mouths. “No apologies, sugar. My tone was rough because it’s killing me not to thrust up into you. You’re doing perfect.”
His words make me melt for a second before he joins our lips. Each stroke of his tongue on mine adds to the intense lust I have for him.
