Page 43 of Redemption's Inferno

“Lovely,” he said with appreciation. “Now how about you crawl over here and let me touch that gorgeous body.”

“How about you come over here and get me?” she taunted.

He cocked his head. “You do realize with both of us being dominant, someone is going to have to submit at some point.”

She laughed. “I thought you wanted us to be equals?”

“I do.” He sat up and held out his hand. “How about we make a deal?”

“Okay.” She took his hand and let him pull her forward.

“Who was dominant when you were with Viggo?”

“Him, I suppose, but it wasn’t like that. His kink had more to do with his attraction to both sexes—so threesomes, sometimes more, although he didn’t take it to that level when he was with me. And his large size made it ridiculous for me to dominate him, although I could have, obviously. You know submission has more to do with the mental and emotional than the physical.” She frowned. “Honestly, I didn’t think about that stuff with Viggo. I’m a pain slut, no doubt about it, but I’m not sure how much that will change now that I no longer feel the need to be punished for something specific. I think it will be much less intense, but it will also depend on how comfortable you are with that kind of thing.”

“Are you interested in a 24/7 BDSM lifestyle?” he asked carefully.

She shook her head. “No! For me it’s always been about the temporary high I get from participating, whether it’s dominating someone else or submitting myself for punishment—but I’m too much of a dominant to submit for any length of time outside the bedroom and the thought of being responsible for someone’s every need is overwhelming to me. I’ve known a lot of people who do live that way, and while it’s very satisfying to them, it’s simply not for me.” She looked at him. “You?”

He shook his head. “No, but I won’t lie—I like a woman to be submissive in bed. I like bondage, spanking, the lot of it, but not outside the bedroom. And obviously, not all the time. I think the other night proved both of us are okay with a little vanilla sex.”

She dipped her head. “That’s the only time I’ve ever had an orgasm that way. Other than oral sex, the only times I’ve had orgasms were when I was being punished—spanking and the like.”

“So holding the power didn’t get you off?”

She shook her head. “I would get excited from being in control, but when I gave them whatever they were looking for, my release would come from oral sex, and I didn’t allow many of my subs to do that. It’s…intimate.” She felt her cheeks grow warm and couldn’t understand why talking about sex with him suddenly embarrassed her; she’d never been embarrassed about the subject before.

“Is it intimate?” He leaned closer, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her against his chest.

“Yes.” Her eyes found his.

“So when I lick your pussy are you going to blush?”

She flushed but shook her head. “No—but I’m probably going to scream your name repeatedly.”

“Which name?” he asked in a husky voice, devouring her with his eyes.

“Darryl.” She closed her eyes as he leaned into her and gripped her lips with his. His kisses lit a flame in her that burned straight to her core; she couldn’t get enough even though she knew in the end she’d almost definitely get burned. He’d given her a new lease on life. In return, she would give him everything she had until he no longer wanted it; right now, he seemed to want all of her.

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Everything he’d done the first time he’d made love to her had been meant to give her what she needed; today he would take what he wanted. He speared her tongue with his, sucking it deep and demanding a response. She gave it to him with the enthusiasm he’d been hoping for but hadn’t thought he’d get; damn, she was full of surprises. So hard on herself, but so giving to others, and she really gave herself to him when they touched. He’d find out just how much she had to give because tonight he planned to be a bit more selfish than he’d been last time. Except with Emilie, selfish didn’t seem to be necessary; she instinctively knew what he wanted and was already giving it to him.

Her body moved against his in perfect rhythm to the way he was pillaging her mouth—it was like nothing he’d ever experienced with a woman. There was something innocent about her that made him hold back, both the other night and the last few days when he’d wanted her desperately but sensed he shouldn’t push it. It wasn’t because she was pregnant; he was well aware he couldn’t hurt her or the baby this early in the pregnancy unless he had a disease or did something generally dangerous. He’d made sure to look up any safety precautions needed for sex during pregnancy and he was glad there really weren’t any for a healthy one.

Unable to think with her tongue in his mouth and her luscious breasts pressed against his bare chest, he flipped her onto her back. The weight of his body pressed her down into the mattress and he felt her sigh with appreciation. He needed to slow down, to let things build more gradually, and she would allow it. Emilie was an anomaly because despite being naturally dominant, she fell into the role of submissive easily. The idea she could do both was delightful, and he hoped to experience all of it soon. Reluctantly pulling his lips from hers, he stroked her hair back away from her face.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. “And I want to see how gorgeous you are when you come.”

She frowned slightly, though a smile played on her lips. “You’ve already seen me come.”

“I heard and felt you come,” he chuckled. “But I was too busy gettin’ off myself to really watch you, and this time I want to. Will you follow commands for my pleasure?”

“Of course.” She moved back slightly, looking up into his handsome face. This was a game she loved to play when she was involved with someone, and doing it with Chains would undoubtedly be magnificent.

“Take off your panties…slowly.” He rolled onto his back, hands behind his head, watching her with hooded eyes. “And then hand them to me.”

She nodded, lifting to her knees on the mattress next to him and using her pointer fingers to slide down the white thong she wore. She took her time, moving slowly, her eyes never leaving his. When the tiny scrap of fabric finally landed around her knees, she lifted first one leg and then the other to pull them free. With a sultry smile, she put them against her face and breathed in. The scent of her own arousal was heady and her eyes grew shuttered as she pulled it away and proffered them to him.

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