Page 21 of Redeemed in Crimson
“Sloane, at this point, you’re convincing me that you’re going to need ten orgasms a day to keep yourself out of that pretty little head.”
“Please, I’msorry…please.”
“Shh, shh…don't apologize, love. It's my fault for not doing my job well enough. I was just telling you that while I lovethis, I think we can also do without it when you’re at home.”
Ledger reaches our hands down and hooks two of my fingers into the front of my thong, then he,oh God,hepullsand it’s right against my clit and I’m going to…
“Come, Angel.”
I detonate. My eyes are squinting, on their way to closing, when I see Mark slap Melody on the clit, and she comes again. My entire body goes rigid, my vision blacks out, and I’ve never come so hard or for so long.
“That’s one, my sweet girl. I believe, if my count is correct, you owe me two more.”
My eyes widen as I come out of my haze and realize his meaning. I squirm and try to get away, but he has one heavy arm around my waist and the other covering my hand until he lowers it and starts circling my clit. My fingers feel familiar yet foreign. I've never been brave enough to touch myself after orgasming before, too afraid of the sensitivity and the feeling of…too much.
But I don't have that choice tonight, as Ledger guides my hand in the quick cadence I prefer.How does he know tha…
Smack.
This time, he's brought my hand down hard directly on my clit, and that's all it takes for me to come again, harder, deeper, and with both more pleasure and more pain than the first.Holy crap, I need to pee. I need to sleep. I need to hydrate.
Ledger’s deep voice brings me back again. “That's two.”
His breath tickles my ear as he whispers, “You owe me one more, and you’re going to give it to yourself while you finally put Melody out of her misery.”
I’m still in an orgasm-induced haze, and I don’t really understand his meaning until he takes my hand from my clit, stretches out my middle finger, and guides it inside me. It’s…a lot,too much,but his hand on my wrist keeps me from removing my finger as his other hand guides mine over my clit again in slower circles.
“Watch, Angel.”
I look up just in time to see Mark lift Melody effortlessly and drop her down in one smooth motion to the base of his cock. She’s clearly too tired to scream, but she manages a long, low whimper. Her legs shake with pleasure, and I feel a deep heat in my core as I realize Ledger has added another of my fingers inside me.
I whimper, and I feel him smile against my neck. “What’s wrong, sweet girl?”
Tears start to fall down my cheeks again, heavier than earlier, and Ledger pauses to remove my fingers and turn my head to look at him over my shoulder.
“Sloane, hey, baby…what’s wrong? Do you want to stop? I have hot chocolate in my office and a fuzzy blanket for you if you—”
“No!” I interrupt him with as close to a scream as I can muster right now. “No, I don’t want to stop. I just…” I take a deep breath and decide to continue tonight’s theme of bravery and ask for what I want. “I wish that were us. I don’t want my fingers. I want yours.” I look up, and I hope whatever truth he’s been seeing in my eyes all night continues to shine there. “I want you inside me, Ledger. I trust you. Please.”
His face softens, the worry that had been there replaced with understanding and lust andanother adjective I want to be true but can’t be so soon.Placing the softest kiss to my forehead, he turns my head back to where Mark is still slowly rutting up into Melody, her head completely collapsed back on his shoulder now. With his lips on my temple, he takes my fingers and toys with my entrance. “My sweet girl. You’ll get what you want soon enough. But not tonight. Tonight is about you giving yourself pleasure.”
His pressure against my hand guides my fingers back inside, and he increases my pace as Mark does the same. My other hand is back on my clit, rubbing circles of varying pressure faster and faster, and when Mark reaches a big hand up to cuff Melody’s neck and squeeze, Ledger takes one of my hands to do the same. I’m still pumping my fingers when he tightens his grip on my throat slightly, pushes the heel of my palm down on my clit, and says, “Watch, Sloane.”
I see Melody’s entire body go rigid, then limp, her head lolling back onto Mark’s shoulder. From the way she’s slumped, I realize from the back of my brain—because all I can really think about is my third orgasm building deep in my core—thatshe’s passed out. Holy crap. And Mark continues to thrust furiously up into her, until he stills, and I see his cum start to spill out of Melody where they’re connected.
Ledger returns his mouth to my ear, nipping my earlobe, and finally decides I’ve had enough torture tonight. His voice is lower and raspier than I’ve ever heard it when he finally givesme permission to fully let go. “Come for me, Sloane. Come for me so I can fill you up.”
His voice alone would have been enough to finish me off, but the sum of the past few hours hits me like a truck, and I feel…everything.I feel like I’m so, so heavy, but also like I’m floating away. Every thought that’s ever come through my head is gone, and all I am is a warm, soft, safe cloud of pleasure. Time stands still, and I have no sense of where or who I am until I finally focus on a pair of gray eyes looking down at me.
“That’s three, Angel. How are you feeling?”
So good. So, so good. But I’m thirsty, and I also have to pee.
One of Ledger’s dark brows arches. “You have to tell me out loud, baby. Although my life would be much easier if I could read your thoughts, for now, I lack that ability.”
“I feel good. But I have to pee. Did I pass out?”
He chuckles before kissing me on the forehead and standing with me bridal style in his arms, as if I weigh nothing. “No, you didn’t pass out. You did give me a hazy look and say over and over again that you love me.”
