Page 25 of Redemption
“Ow!” I intensify my attempts and yelp, losing my breath when his hand descends on my butt, again, and again.
“Stop!” I choke out, tears rising in my eyes. “Please!”
He does stop then, his large, warm palm caressing scorching hot skin. “I’ll stop if you lie still, babe.”
“I don’t want to do this anymore, Christian,” I whimper, my voice pathetically small. I knew he was a beast, I sensed it in those first few moments when he pushed me up on my kitchen counter the other night. I was right. “You got what you came for.”
The mattress rocks as he shifts. I strain to see over my shoulder, to see what he’s up to, and jerk when his face appears before me. “What makes you think I got what I came for?”
His fingers trail along my back, feeling oh so good again, caressing, making goosebumps erupt all over my body. He cups my butt and I tense, afraid he’ll spank me again, but he slowly strokes the tender skin and then slides in between my ass cheeks, finding my dripping pussy. He doesn’t push inside, just slides back and forth, up to my rear entrance, circling it, down, collecting more moisture, back up again. I clench instinctively as he pushes against the little hole.
“I want all of you, Kerry. Every inch of your body. I want your mind, your submission, your life.”
My heart stills and my mind spins. What? Life? Submission?What?
“You’re… not getting that,” I gasp, my mouth dry.
“When I’m done with you, you’ll beg me to take even more.” His finger slides inside my tight little hole and I gasp, clenching for all I’m worth. My reward is a slap so hard I see stars. “Don’t fight me. You can’t win.”
“You can’t take me against mywill!” I shriek, suddenly extremely fucking sure this was the worst mistake of my life.
He pulls out his finger and turns me on my side. Taking my hands, he then unclasps the belt and loosens it until I can pull free. I stare at my hands and the reddened, slightly chafed wrists, then at Christian. I can’t stop my lower lip from trembling, and I’m helpless when the tears come.
“Shh.”
He pulls me into his embrace, warm, strong, and so oddly comforting even though it should be the opposite. He strokes my hair, playing with it, twirling it, then stroking over my head again. I allow myself to relax into his arms, resting my head on his broad shoulder.
“What are you afraid of?”
He keeps cooing, stroking, making me soften inside, making me warm again where I was chilled to my core a moment ago. I don’t know how he does it. How does he know how to comfort me when he’s the one who scares me?
“Y… you?” I stutter out, my cheeks getting hotter.
“Why?”
I don’t have an answer. He’s bigger than life. He’s like a dark tornado. It feels as if he’ll devour everything that is me and leave me in rags, broken, shattered. But that’s ridiculous. He’s hot as hell, a clever, compassionate listener, and… I can’t even verbalize why I’m so pulled to him and yet feel like I need to flee.
I shake my head. “I don’t know,” I finally whisper.
“Do you think I’ll hurt you? Like for real? Beyond using a little force that both you and I know turns you on?”
Heat pools in the pit of my belly at his words and I squirm. It does. It does turn me on. I never even knew it until I met him. Until now.
When I don’t answer he leans back and catches my gaze. His eyes are warm, open, searching. “I won’t, baby. I promise you that. I won’t ever hurt you.” His voice gets thick, filled with some emotion I can’t decipher. “I— I like you, Ker.”
My heart, my stupid infatuated heart, melts at his words. I’m baffled at the realization that I had such a desire to hear them.
He sits up, pulling me into his embrace, taking my hands in his, kissing my stinging wrists. “Shower. Now. I seem to have made a mess.” He stands, cradling me to his chest, and makes his way to my bathroom, carrying me like a baby.
Christian puts me down on the cold tiles and reaches for the faucet. As the shower runs, letting the water heat up, he fiddles with my hair. I close my eyes, lean my head back and moan. I love it. Every touch from him builds a forcefield between us, crackling with tension. His cock grows, pushing heavy against my lower back. I wiggle my ass, teasing, my pussy tingling.
“Careful, girl,” he growls. “I’ll have you on your knees soon enough, begging me to take you, but right now,” he grabs my hips and steers me under the hot stream of water, “you’re getting clean.”
It’s cathartic. He is hard the whole time, but he doesn’t let me touch him. He lathers me. Everywhere. Unsurprisingly, he makes sure I’m really clean between my legs. I squirm with need, almost growling at him as he just slides along my slit, but never enters.
“I hate you,” I gasp.
“Yeah?” He chuckles. “Good. Nurture that feeling. You’re gonna need it.”