Redeeming Justice (33 page)

Waiting for her to come back tested Alex’s patience. He’d been thinking about tonight
all day, wondering what her reaction would be to the gifts he’d left on her pillow.
He thoroughly enjoyed surprising her with everything and anything he could think of
and not just a treasure trove of sexy lingerie.

Knowing she had the ability to buy anything she wanted, he thought long and hard about
every present. He wanted the emotion to mean more to her than the value. From some
silly southwestern refrigerator magnets to a gold necklace meant to hang down her
back with a sparkling emerald at the end – everything was intended to get a response.
Hell, he’d even managed to track down a first edition signed by the author of a Harry
Potter book that earned him a quite a sexy thank you.

Tonight’s gifts though were far different and meant to convey something very private
between just the two of them. He doubted she’d be sharing what was so beautifully
gift-wrapped.

When Meghan finally appeared, Alex almost forgot everything he’d planned. She was
wearing something he’d never seen before - an emerald green corset with deep, plunging
cups, trimmed in black lace that was cinched tight enough to highlight her glorious
curves and tiny waist. A pair of indecently flimsy sheer green panties made his mouth
water, as did the very sexy lace topped thigh high stockings and black peep toe heels
with a dainty bow on the heel. The look was feminine, seductive, and hotter than hell.

She’d left her hair down in a riot of curls that tumbled about her shoulders and when
he looked closely he noted she was also wearing the delicate back necklace and a pair
of small emerald and diamond tear drop earrings he’d given her during their stay in
Sedona.

The woman was so fucking gorgeous he couldn’t move. Her eyes sparkled with desire
as he slowly took in every inch of her appearance. He liked seeing her like this,
his sexy Irish beauty dressed up for his pleasure. Later, after he’d ravished her
in every way he could, she’d be a disheveled mess and become the fuck goddess at whose
feet he worshipped.

While she’d been gone, Alex had changed into a pair of black silk bottoms that did
absolutely nothing to disguise the throbbing erection she inspired. While he’d been
enjoying the view she provided, Meghan had been checking him out as well. He liked
the way her gaze fired up when her eyes roamed over his broad, hair-covered chest.
After she told him how much she liked it when he didn’t shave for days at a time,
he’d been sporting scruffy facial hair that she deemed sexy as fuck.

Stalking slowly closer to him, he was transfixed by her stunning elegance. Just out
of arm’s reach she stopped and stood, with legs apart, hands on hips and a wicked
pout. Her scent reached out and grabbed his senses by the balls, making him groan
with lusty desire.

“Turn around,” he husked. “Let me see everything my beauty.”

Meghan smiled and wet her lips, then flipped her hair from one shoulder with a flirty
gesture that made his dick even harder. Pirouetting slowly on the sexy, ‘fuck-me heels’,
she turned around and gave him a memorable view of her backside that was barely covered
by the sheer panties. The laces of the corset were pulled tight leaving two long strands
of ribbon hanging in the crevice of her ass. The back necklace rested on bare skin
above the corset with the dainty emerald twinkling in the candle light. She was nothing
short of magnificent. When she returned to face him, his eyes burned with arousal.

“Are you ready to see what’s in the boxes on your pillow?”

Swinging her hips with a sexy sway that nearly brought him to his knees, she walked
to the bed and picked up both boxes.

“Shall I open both now?” she asked. He caught the sound of breathless want in her
voice. Remembering that she’d been dripping with desire, he smiled knowingly and motioned
her forward.

“Sit on my lap sweetheart, and we’ll open them together.”

She immediately went to him as he sat in a wide overstuffed chair, drifting gracefully
onto his lap and crossing her legs, adopting a seductive posture so the plunging cups
of the corset made her tits plump in his face.

Taking a flat box from her hands that he laid aside, he motioned to the other and
murmured, “Start with that one.” As she deftly worked at the wrapping, he grazed his
fingers on the bare skin of her back, enjoying the way her flesh prickled at his touch.

Once all the wrapping was removed she met his eyes. The intimacy of the gift-giving
had her chest rising and falling rapidly with suspense but she didn’t rush, preferring
to play out the excitement with longing looks and shy smiles.

When she lifted the lid off the box he watched her face. At first, she seemed confused,
and he enjoyed watching how her mind tried to make a connection. Finally she lifted
out what looked like a swatch of material and fingered the satin until it suddenly
dawned on her what she was holding. Her sharp gasp told him she knew exactly what
he’d given her. When her eyes darted back to his, he saw a flash of green fire that
pleased him very, very much.

Taking the satin from her, he smiled into her surprised face. “They’re called boudoir
cuffs.”

Alex was quite proud of this particular gift. Beautiful and elegant, the black satin
cuffs were sewn with small crystals that twinkled in the glow of the candles. Trimmed
in black lace with ribbon ties for proper fit, the fabric cuffs had a beaded removable
chain that would bind her hands together when attached. Without the chain they looked
like a chic fashion accessory with a naughty twist.

He fitted each one to her wrists and tied the ribbons as she sat there on his lap
watching with a veiled expression.

“We’ll leave the chain off for now,” he told her as he inspected the way they looked
before pressing a wet kiss into each of her palms.

The way she was breathing gave her away. As he’d tied the cuffs on Alex noticed an
increase in her respirations made deliciously obvious by her spectacular breasts as
they rose and fell with each choppy breath. She was surprised, and maybe a bit nervous,
by the obvious intention behind the cuffs, but she was also quite turned on. He felt
the heat radiating off her body where she sat on his lap as she exuded waves of arousal,
specifically from between her thighs.

“They look good on you,” he murmured. “Very sexy.”

She surprised him with a quick kiss by lips that quivered on his.

When she drew back she held up her hands and inspected the elegant cuffs, touching
the sparkling crystals with trembling fingers. He enjoyed watching the play of emotions
flit across her face. She gave so much away with her expression.

Reaching for the flat box, he pressed it into her hands. “Next,” he teased as he sat
back and let the ensuing moment unfold as it was meant to.

This time she was less precise about removing the wrapping, making quick work of tearing
the paper off and tossing it and the small ribbon aside. Lifting the lid and parting
the delicate tissue paper she really did gasp this time when she found a matching
satin and lace blindfold.

He didn’t give her any time to think. “I’m going to enjoy fucking you hard and rough
with your hands restrained and your eyes covered so you’ll not know what’s coming
next.”

She shivered on his lap and turned lust-filled eyes on him.

“Have any questions?” he purred as his fingers drew across the skin of her breasts
where they plumped out of the corset.

When she shook her head and glanced at the bed, he knew she was ready to play.

“Walk to the bed Meghan, but don’t turn around. I want to enjoy your sexy ass.”

She glanced at him, and he leered knowingly at the flash of apprehension in her eyes.
He could set her mind at ease and tell her he wasn’t especially interested in fucking
her anally. Unless it was something she really wanted to explore, he’d just as soon
pass. Drooling over her ass and teasing her with his fingers and mouth was one thing.
Making her cry as his cock pounded into her that way didn’t have much appeal for him.
But he didn’t say anything, preferring to absorb her exquisite tension because it
excited the fuck out of him.

He let her stand there in silence for several minutes as he simply savored her magnificent
backside and the way she looked in her decadent lingerie. He liked pushing her boundaries,
testing her limits. The cuffs and blindfold were meant to drive home the command he
had over her body. She could choose not to wear either, but he knew she wouldn’t.
Meghan liked giving in to his pleasures. He might never get enough of her sweet surrender.

Alex had to clear his throat when he told her to take her panties off. She wasn’t
the only one turned on and aching. Watching her slide the flimsy silk down her thighs
was incredibly sensual. She moved with a delicate gracefulness that belied her athletic
build. The picture she made with the glittering jewelry on her back, ribbons from
her corset tickling the seam of her ass, her legs slightly parted with the sexy hose,
and decadent heels had him reaching for his cock.

Taking his time about it, he eventually went and stood behind her. Close enough that
she would feel his warm breath on her skin. Spreading his fingers wide, he grabbed
a handful of her lush backside, caressing the pale skin with an unhurried thoroughness
that made her moan.

Fisting a section of her auburn curls, Alex yanked her head back as she let out a
startled yelp. With her neck forcefully arched and his hand teasing the flesh of her
derrière, he groaned next to her ear. “I love your ass.” He smiled when she shivered
from head to toe.

Alex ran his tongue along the sensitive skin of her exposed neck. When she started
breathing erratically he claimed his prize—latching his teeth into her flesh, marking
what was his.

Untying the ribbon lacing on her naughty corset was pure delight. He liked unwrapping
this particular present. As he worked the ties he murmured to her about what lay ahead,
gauging her response to his words, curious what would get a reaction.

“I wasn’t sure at first, but seeing you in your jewelry and the sexy heels, I think
on your knees, legs spread wide, back arched will do nicely.”

He chuckled as she wantonly shimmied her ass against his hardness.

“Ah. So my baby likes that, hmmm? You’re such a hot piece of ass Meghan. My dick twitches
with desire when you express your passion.”

Her head swung forward as a soft whimper escaped her lips. He’d taught her to be quiet
unless he gave permission to speak. It was a simple power play that she seemed to
enjoy. It forced all her awareness on him.

When the corset was loosened, he barely touched her skin as he flipped the lace straps
off her shoulders and peeled the green fabric from her body. God almighty. What a
sight she made wearing nothing but his jewelry, the wicked satin cuffs, and those
damn sexy stockings and high heels that made him hard as steel. The dainty bows on
the back of her ‘fuck-me shoes’ was a nice, feminine touch. A subtle reminder that
his lady was also very wicked.

Leaving her side for a brief moment, Alex retrieved the blindfold and short chain
that he’d attach to the cuffs to restrain her hands. He gave her the blindfold to
hold. Another subtle power play. Letting her handle the satin fabric before covering
her eyes would fill her head with images and increase the allure.

“Put your hands behind your back, baby,” he commanded in a voice that said he wasn’t
messing around.

While she wasn’t being given permission to talk, he had told her in blunt terms that
she should communicate with him in other ways. Every moan and quiver told him so much.
As did the tension in her shoulders or the way she paused when some unexpected command
or new sensation washed over her.

She hesitated for the briefest moment, enough time for Alex’s mouth to quirk with
amusement. As always, her display of nerves turned him on. Giving in with obvious
reluctance, she crossed her hands behind her back but she turned her head and sought
his eyes. This was what made her perfection. She needed to see his desire. Without
that connection, she struggled to obey his commands.

He kissed her sweetly letting his tongue slip briefly between her lips. Reading her
response, Alex knew that this time at least, restraining her hands behind her back
was a step too far for his Irish temptress but he rewarded her willingness by taking
advantage of how the position forced her breasts into a particularly seductive pose.
With one hand holding hers low on her back he teased the pebbled nipples on each glorious
mound with his other hand and whispered into her ear.

“I feel your desire baby. And your hesitation too. This time we’ll use the cuffs the
easy way.” She shuddered under his touch. It was such a small concession but one that
he knew would make her want to please him even more.

Swatting her ass with a resounding slap that echoed in the candle lit room he growled
low and menacing. “I
will
have your consent to this Meghan. When you’re ready. I desire you helpless, hands
bound behind your back, unable to see, focused on nothing but your arousal. Maybe
I’ll tie your legs too.”

He thought it was cute as fucking hell when she whimpered and bit her lip. There was
something about a hard slap on the ass that never failed to get a reaction from her.
He’d yet to give her a full on spanking, preferring to stoke the flames of her curiosity
with teases and taunts. By the time he got her over his lap with that mesmerizing
ass of hers up in the air, she’d be begging for it.

Thinking about her ass on his lap got his sex throbbing like a motherfucker. He needed
to feel her hands on his flesh.
Now
. He suddenly pulled away from her and dropped her hands. “Undress me,” he demanded
in a voice made rough with passion.

His sexy Irish goddess knew what to do. Since he was only wearing bottoms, she quickly
pulled the tie that held them on his hips and pushed the silken fabric to the floor.
When his cock sprang free she caressed him with her eyes and wet her lips in a way
that drove all thought from his brain.