The Redeemer (15 page)

‘I’d rather you just fucked me.’

She heard him spit and it was all she could do not to tense up. Not only would she be giving him a conscious response but if he was about to do what she suspected, tensing would only make it worse for her.

‘I’m not sure whether it’s just because you can’t keep that smart mouth in check or whether it’s because you love it. You love being taken in hand and being at my mercy. Go on, admit it. If you don’t, I’ll stop, just when you’re enjoying it most.’

Bastard! I don’t want you to stop. But you’ll just have to stop because I’ll never admit it.

She felt him parting her soft cheeks and she knew she’d guessed correctly. His moist fingertip began to push gently against her anus. As it slid inside, a slight, guttural groan escaped her lips but if he heard it, he chose to ignore it. Isla chastised herself silently and began to breathe deeply through her nostrils.

Slap! Slap! Slap!
A slight pause.
Slap! Slap! Slap!

This time, there was no caressing from gentle hands. Instead, she felt a stretch as he slid another finger inside her arse. Isla had to bite her tongue – literally – to stop herself crying out.

‘Fuck, that’s tight,’ he muttered, his voice sounding full of praise.

You’re fucking telling me. It might feel tight on your fingers but you have no freaking idea how overwhelmingly tight it feels when your fingers are stretching me like that!

He began to fuck her with his fingers. She had to force herself to keep still until her body acclimatised. She desperately needed some clitoral stimulation but there was no way she was going to tell him. She was tempted to reach for it herself but she’d vowed to show no signs of enjoyment since she didn’t believe that she should be the one being chastised. She’d done nothing wrong but she suspected that wasn’t how Xander operated. He was punishing her for making him think he’d lost her – for what, in his eyes, she’d put him through.

‘Oh, you’re good. I’ll give you that. Just how far are you willing to take your little game, I wonder? Just what will I have to do to you before you crack and show some response?’

She didn’t like the sound of that. Not one bit.

‘I’m not playing games. You’re the one smacking my arse as if I’m a naughty little schoolgirl so I wonder who it is that’s playing games . . . you’ll be asking me to dress up in a white blouse, a kilted skirt and little white socks next.’

‘Oh Red, don’t tease.’ His tone was mocking. ‘And are you telling me that your headmaster used to do this to you when you were given a detention? No wonder you’re such a naughty girl.’

‘Sorry to disappoint you, but I think that must have just been your perverted headmaster. No wonder you’re such a deviant.’

‘I should take you up the arse right now until you’re so stretched and filled that you think you’re going to burst but I won’t, not unless you admit how much being spanked is turning you on.’

Isla was not going to admit it, much as she yearned for a thorough arse fucking so she pouted, safe in the knowledge that he couldn’t see her face.

‘Oh don’t sulk, Red. All you have to do is admit that you enjoy being chastised. Stop being so stubborn.’ He was taunting her now. She opened her eyes and spotted the mirror on the wall opposite. She could see him grinning at her so she stuck out her tongue.

Fucking mirrors.

‘You just keep fighting it, Red. Fight me. It just makes me more determined. You put the fear of God into me. I thought I’d lost you forever. You need to learn never to do that again. You need to tame that stubborn streak.’

‘I don’t need to learn anything. Don’t give me cause to walk away and I won’t.’

‘You couldn’t anyway. Walk away from the best sex you’ve ever had? I don’t think so.’

She laughed. ‘If you’re such a confident fucker, why do you feel it necessary to bend me over your knee to teach me a lesson?’

He caught her eye in the mirror and grinned in that cocky fashion that both infuriated and aroused her. ‘Because I can, Red. Because I can.’

Slap! Slap!

‘Oh, your arse is very fiery now, Red. Fiery and fuckable, just like the rest of you.’

‘So just fuck it then!’

‘How’s that going to teach you a lesson exactly? That’s giving you what you want. I’m not going to fuck you until I know you’ve learned your lesson.’

She felt him slid his fingers partially out and then shuddered when she felt the stretch increase substantially. It was almost more than she could take.

‘That arse is hungry, Red. That’s three fingers lazily tickling your arse . . . feel it gripping them tight. It wants my cock. Are you going to deny it?’

Isla was incapable of speech. She was a mass of sensation. She felt hot; she felt overwhelmed. She was ready to admit to anything . . . if only she were allowed to come.

‘Stand up,’ Xander instructed suddenly.

‘Um . . . what?’

‘Stand up.’

You must be fucking joking. There’s no way I can move . . . not while you’re doing that.

She felt his fingers slowly slide out of her so she put her feet to the floor and stood up on shaky legs.

Xander quickly unfastened his belt and tugged down his trousers and boxers.

‘On all fours, I want to see that beautiful, glowing arse spread for me.’ His voice was low and husky.

She didn’t need telling twice. She did as he asked and waited not so patiently, thinking that he was going to relent and abandon his stupid quest. She should have known better.

He stepped out of his clothes and knelt behind her before putting his hand flat on her back. She knew what he wanted so she pressed her breasts into the carpet and clasped her hands behind her back. She heard him gasp as her new position afforded him an unobscured view of her pussy and her arse. She would never cease to feel that utter thrill of knowing what effect her body had on him. Smiling like the cat who’d got the cream, she deftly slid her knees apart, just a little, so that her slit opened before him.

Hearing his throaty growl of approval, she knew she was tempting him to give her what she wanted. She clenched her pussy and waited for him to succumb.

Slap! Slap!

She almost cried out at the unexpected spanking of both cheeks but she managed to suppress it. She wasn’t so fortunate when he raked his fingernails down her tender red cheeks. She squealed at the unexpected sensation but he just laughed and then spanked her again, making her curse loudly. She was ready for his fingernails that time but he only used one hand. She felt skin against her slit and hoped he was going to end this madness and slam inside her but no, when searing pain shot through her making her cry out and collapse on the floor, she knew that he’d pinched her clit. Hard.

‘Get up,’ he muttered.

She could tell from his tone that he was enjoying seeing her struggle. Finally, he was getting some payback for the scare that she’d given him. It mattered not that he’d caused it. She was tempted to tell him to fuck off but she knew he’d just up the ante. Besides, the warm throbbing of her clit was beginning to drive her insane with desire. But he didn’t need to know that.

She huffed as though he was being completely unreasonable and pulled her knees back under her, making sure to push back her arse into his groin as she did so. She kept her hands out in front of her, to help prevent her collapsing again.

‘Cock-hungry minx,’ he muttered.

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ she purred, bracing herself for a spanking that never came. She told herself that she was relieved but her pussy told her otherwise.

Hearing him spit, she knew her arsehole was in the firing line but she didn’t know what from. She shivered in anticipation when she felt a gentle pressure but again, she didn’t know what he was holding against her.

The pressure increased but the stretch wasn’t too intense.

A finger. It’s just a finger. Oh . . .

He toyed with her for a while. Her soaked pussy, her pulsing clit and even her darkest hole needed more. But it seemed that Xander was in no rush. She felt a feather-light touch on her labia as the fingers of his other hand began to softly skate along her skin. Unhurriedly, they roamed along her parting and up across her clit. His touch was so light, his fingers seemed to be hovering a micrometre away from her making it feel as though the faintest whisper was reaching her skin. The effect was spectacular; everywhere he went, her skin became hypersensitive, wanting more . . . needing more. Her pussy clenched involuntarily as if trying to draw him inside. She tried to stop it but it was her quivering skin that triggered it and she was powerless to intervene.

The bastard has changed tack . . . he’s realised that decreasing my pleasurable sensations after firing up my body will more likely push me towards my breaking point faster than trying to overpower me. Damn him. This is going to be worse than before. Much worse.

Slipping his finger outside her body, he began to use the same technique around and across her anus. Soon, that too was clenching. Something tickled the base of her spine, sending shivers along it. Then it travelled down across her anus and along her pussy. It was so faint, it was barely there until he got a little too close and she felt the warmth of his breath.

He’s gently blowing on my skin. It’s . . . argh . . . it’s like torture. Just lying here naked and exposed, knowing that his cock is inches from me and knowing what I want – no, need – him to do to me . . . it’s cruel, cruel torture.

Then she felt him brush against the backs of her thighs before the sensation along her pussy changed. It was still a light touch but it was a little more defined than before. Then, just for one sweep along her slit, the pressure changed and she knew it was the very tip of his cock that was grazing her skin. The knowledge that he was so close to her pussy almost drove her insane. A deep, burning need was building and spreading inside her. She badly wanted to thrust her hips back and impale it.

How the hell can he bear to be so close to me and not take me? How can he resist? How can I resist him any longer? I need to feel him inside me. I need to find a release. I can’t bear it any longer.

She felt his fingertips graze along the inside of her thigh and then across her pussy lips. Her back arched and a low moan escaped her lips before she could contain it. His fingers continued down her other thigh and it took everything she had not to respond. But then the tip of his tongue touched her pussy and it travelled oh so slowly up to her anus, pausing to rim it with the gentlest of touches and on to her back where he proceeded to lick the entire length of her spine, pushing her hair to one side so that he could trail his tongue along her neck and up to her ear. She couldn’t help but shiver. The scent of his aftershave filled her nostrils along with the heady scent of man. No, not just any man.
Her
man. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to breathe.

Her nerves were pulled so taut, she was sure they must be vibrating with a hum, every time he moved. She could feel his iron-like erection against her buttocks, his breath against her ear and his tongue sliding across her skin. She heard him moisten his lips before he just touched them behind her ear and slid them down along her jawline. Her breaths were short and shallow, making her feel faint and her head was spinning with the need to unleash all the tension that he’d built up inside her.

When she felt the tip of his tongue running along her bottom lip, something snapped inside her and she pushed out her tongue to meet his but he ignored it and brushed his lips along her cheekbone then back across her neck and on to her shoulder. She inwardly growled in frustration.

He’s got me exactly where he wants me. With his heavy handed approach, I could fight him. This way, I’m forced to fight myself. I can’t stand it. I need him to bury himself inside me. I need him to help me find release. I need him to fuck me. Now!

As his lips travelled down her spine, his fingers began to skim across her labia and her clitoris again. Her head whipped from one side to the other before she could prevent it and, when his lips trailed down between her buttocks and she felt his breath on her pussy, she was unable to stop herself from pressing back against his face.

‘Say it,’ he murmured so quietly that she thought she’d imagined it.

His tongue flicked out against her clitoris before his teeth grazed one of her labia, making her groan in pure frustration.

‘Say it,’ he repeated before he breathed heavily against her wet clitoris, making her pussy do some sort of crazy clenching dance.

She gritted her teeth in a gesture of sheer stubbornness until he slid his tongue inside her arse, making her buck and writhe.

‘I agree to anything you say, anything you want. I can’t even remember what you want me to say. I just need you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me until everything makes sense again,’ she cried. ‘I just need you, Xander. I’ll always need you.’

‘That’s good enough for me,’ he muttered, so desperate to feel himself sheathed inside her that it suddenly didn’t matter any more.

As he fisted his throbbing cock and prepared to slide inside her, he paused, thinking how he could have made her come ten times over by now but for the stubborn games that inevitably happened when they were together.

He was about to resolve to quit the games, and not waste time in future trying to get the upper hand but then he saw her still-pink bottom waving around from the way that she thrashed, cursing him to hurry up and fuck her, and his cock flexed so violently, it was painful.