Page 15 of The Redeemable 4

Back in my hidden corner, I held in a laugh.

Eli reached out and touched her face, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek. Then he reached out with the other hand and dragged her close to his body, tucking her head beneath his chin. “I thought I’d never get to hold you like this again.”

She kissed the hollow of his throat, her hands rubbing soothing circles on his back.

“I’ve been trying-" Eli started but Arcadia hushed him.

“I know. I know you are doing everything you can. That’s not why I’m here. I want you to make love to me, like it might be the last time.”

Eli shook his head in denial. “It won’t be.” His voice was firm, but Cady was gently shaking her head too.

“I know. But let’s just savor it anyway, okay?” She tilted her head back for a kiss, and Eli’s mouth covered hers with a ferocity that held too much desperation. His hands roamed everywhere, tearing off her imaginary clothes, until there wasn’t an inch of her skin that he hadn’t stroked.

I was going to give him a ten for enthusiasm that was for sure. I felt bad, voyeuristically staring at them. I turned and faced the corner. I could probably give them that much privacy.

“You promised to tie me up, remember?” Arcadia’s husky voice reached my ears.

“I did indeed, Miss Jones.”

Well. That changed things. Privacy be damned, I wasn’t about to miss fifty shades of Doc McBuffins.

I turned around in time to see a length of silk rope appear from thin air. Looks like they were embracing the dream realm.

If only I could magically conjure up some popcorn.

He tied her hands together with the ease of a sailor and secured her to the headboard. Her feet were spread and secured to the end of the bed. I was glad I was off to the side. As much as I was enjoying this, I didn’t want to see what she had for breakfast.

Then I watched the good doctor get to work. He slowly teased her body, a rough bite here, a tender whisper of a kiss there, working down her body until she was writhing as he reached the junction of her thighs. Then he stopped, and moved toward the base of the bed. Arcadia whimpered with need.

“I am yours, Miss Jones. Are you mine?”

“Yes.” He knelt back on the bed. A finger reached out and circled her clit.

“Only mine?” She hesitated, and he withdrew his fingers.

“Eli…”

Arcadia seemed to be struggling to form coherent sentences.

“In this room, Miss Jones, in this bed, you are all mine. Outside, I can share you with the rest of the world. But here, I am your master, and you are my everything.”

He leaned forward and gave her pussy a long, slow lick.

Dirty tactics. I liked it.

“Say it, Miss Jones.”

“I’m yours, Eli. Only yours.”

“Perfect,” his murmur was content, as he slid up her body, and took a nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard as he thrust into her body. She screamed his name.

Then there were no more words, just the soundtrack to vigorous sex. Hmm maybe an eight for technique. But then I’m a little biased. Once you go Luc, you never go… err back? I looked at the ceiling, at Eli’s thrusting ass, pushed his change off the dresser just to see if he’d notice and basically killed time until Arcadia was done. But then Eli stopped. Oooh, this was about to get good.

She was whimpering, pulling against the ropes. “You don't get to come, Miss Jones, until I say you can.” Acadia frowned grumpily. How adorable. She was still lifting her hips, grinding against Eli trying to change his mind, or at least get his dick to overrule him. Given the way he was sucking in air, it was a good tactic. “Be still, Miss Jones, or I will punish you.” But Acadia, bless her heart, would never make a good submissive. She kept straining and grinding until Eli let out a moan. He moved back and untied her feet. “I warned you,” he growled, as he flipped her over and dragged her onto her knees. He positioned himself behind her, rubbing his cock over her slit. She let out a long happy moan and then SLAP! Eli’s hand connected with her ass as he slid inside her in one hard thrust. He pumped in and out hard, and I was glad we were in the dream plane because the noise of her happy screams would have woken the dead, and even they would be aroused. He slapped her other cheek hard as he came on his own growled yell.

They lay beside each other panting, two glowing handprints like brands on Acadia’s ass and I decided I could really use a cigarette. Even though smoking was bad, mmkay.

An uncomfortable tug began to pull at my chest, a little like indigestion, but as this was a dream it was probably more mystical than my lunchtime burrito.

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