Page 89 of Redemption
Unfortunately, she’s not going to be happy with what I’m about to tell her. In fact, I have a sneaking suspicion she might want to castrate me after all is said and done. But I promised her I’d help and keep her safe until I’m no longer able. This is just another part of that vow. And after learning who she’s trying to rescue, I’m even more adamant about keeping to it. If they were aware of what she wanted to do, I’m sure they’d react the same way. So, I, at least, need to try. Knowing I might not be able to see my balls again after this, I brace myself for the impendingtorrent that’s about to be rained down upon me, strategically positioning my palms directly in front of my dick.
She’s done it before; I’m sure she’ll try to do it again.
“Maybe...,” I gauge her reaction, seeing skepticism but lacking outright hostility, so I continue, “MaybeIshould go in and have a look around tonight,” but stop right there because if I say the rest, she might actually kill me. My nuts slowly begin to creep northward, almost as if they sense the threat and are trying to hide within my abdominal cavity just in case she actually does do something drastic in response.
At my hesitation, she silently rises to her feet and proceeds to take measured, taunting steps until she stops right in front of me. I start to rise as well, but an uncharacteristic growl comes tumbling from Alessandra’s chest. The ominous sound instantly terrifies me, stopping me in my tracks when I get to my knees to instead settle onto my heels. She tilts her head, her eyes narrowing as she bends at the waist, looking completely domineering and... sexy as hell. Our faces are only inches away from one another when she licks her lips, drawing my gaze directly to her tongue as it leisurely glides across her plump flesh before retreating back into her mouth.
Oh, fuck.
My dick instantly thickens in response. It’s as if it’s drawn to her, reaching out, begging for her attention, but she doesn’t seem to care less about the miserable torture I’m going through in response to her radiant power.
As her penetrating gaze maps the lines and marks around my face, I wonder if she knows she’s rendered me powerless to her desires. That I’d do anything for her just to keep this line of attention from severing. She could tell me to lick her muddy boots right now, and I’d gladly shine the bastards until theylooked brand new. She could send me to my own death and I’d thank her for meticulously assigning the executioner with me in mind. Regardless of if she means it to be, in my mind this act of domination and submission is something else. Something...more.
Don’t stop. Please, for the love of God, don’t stop.
With just a look, she’s made my cock fucking hard as steel. I’ve loved this woman for years, but this just puts the icing on the cake. I don’t think I’ve been this turned on since...
Holy fucking shit.
In the next second, everything changes. Her face hardens. Furious outrage fills her gaze. And then that darn pointer finger lifts, hitting its mark as it digs into my sternum. Her voice drips with venom and vengeance as she says, “I swear to every deity out there, if you think you’re going to leave my ass here and go in without me because you think I’m some dainty little princess who’s going to be safer here than with you, you’re going to have to tie me to a fucking tree and hope the zombies don’t eat my ass before you get back because I refuse to be put in a fucking cage, Darius Ramón Cruz!”
Oh, fuck me, she used my middle name, too. Even used that tantalizing tongue of hers to roll the R.
Yes, ma’am. Whatever you say, ma’am.
A vision of her in a bedroom setting, doing almost exactly this, filters into my mind. Her leg is raised in front of me, a five-inch stiletto pressing against my chest as I kneel at her feet—a silent command to lace them up and kiss her toes while I’m at it. The gesture, combined with my eager submission, stirs something deep within me as I fall to her majesty.
The fantasy morphs into one where she’s forcing my face in between her legs, holding me down with her palm on the back of my head while using me for all I’m worth. Her thick thighs bracket my face, and I willingly let her suffocate me as she comes long and hard under the greedy direction of my tongue.
Another transition descends, leading me through my madness. I’m suddenly tied to a bed as she tortures me withhermouth. She licks. Sucks. Teases. Nips. Chokes herself as she swallows my entire length down her throat. Again and again. She edges me to the brink before backing off to watch my cock twitch its insanity before restarting all over again. The only words escaping my lips are,“Yes, Mi Alma. Anything for you, My Soul.”
My dick pulses with the rhythm I crave to spear into her. The desire to worship her as she deserves, to have her coming around my fingers, and tongue, and cock consumes me, blocking out everything else. It’s—
Clarity hits me a moment later.
Shit.
Fuck.
Wait just a fucking second. No, notwhatever you say, ma’am. What the fuck am I thinking? Easy, I’mnot. She’s got me by the dick—and balls—and if I don’t do something quick, she’s gonna find out and use that little weakness against me ‘til the cows come home.
“Al...,” I begin, shaking my head slightly as to not enrage her further, “...you don’t know what they do there. Regardless of what you might think happens, you have no idea.”
She doesn’t back down an inch, however, maintaining her towering stance over me as I lay everything I’ve been through at her feet.
“The town... you already know it’s not what it seems. There’s a dark underbelly hidden within the depths of their carefully procured mask.”
She pauses her vendetta for a moment, reviewing what I’ve said, before she relents and steps back, lowering her defenses as curiosity wins her over. “What do they do?” she asks, her gaze never leaving mine as she retakes her seat next to me. I can almost see her pulse jumping in her neck in anticipation as I prepare myself to open the dark recesses of my life and leave no stone unturned as I reveal it all.
“Let me start at the beginning.
“I was taken in by them the same day I escaped the base, my leg braced and bound after being shot on the golf course. They set me up in a room, did testing to make sure I wasn’t about to transition on them, and then left me there to recuperate. People randomly stopped in throughout the day to give me food and to check if I needed anything. But mostly, they left me by myself. Days passed, and then eventually weeks, leading to unbearable restlessness as I was indefinitely confined to those same four constricting walls. Left with nothing but my thoughts, the memories of those I let down flooded my mind. Their screams haunted me throughout the night and plagued me during my waking hours. I could do nothing but fester and rot throughout my silent memorial, wishing it was me instead, bargaining with spirits in the darkness for the chance at a remedial exchange while suffering the mortal incapacity to remedy the grievous mistake.
“Knives were removed from my meal trays shortly thereafter. Their sharpened edges, glistening with righteous salvation in the morning light, were too attractive to a survivor filled with remorseful guilt. The slightest pressure needed to release the ache within my soul proved to be too much of a temptation for my tormented mind. And, as I was found reveling at the growing pool of blood on the floor, exhaling a breath of exhausted relief, they were no longer deemed essential in the same instance.
“My belt—gifted to me by an unknowing passerby—was the next in line to go missing after a miscalculation on the structural integrity of an overhead crossbeam resulted in a failed attempt to rid myself of the perpetual pain that resonated like never-ending cannon fire in my mind.” I pause when I notice the slight tremor of Alessandra’s lower lip. Her gaze turns downward a moment later, struggling to maintain contact through the silent tears gliding down her face. Talking about this is difficult—raw and tender—but necessary for her to understand the entire picture of how I came to be where I am today.
“Darius...,” she whimpers, taking my hand into her shuddering embrace. She doesn’t say anything more, but she doesn’t need to. I feel her turmoil surrounding me, as well as her acceptance and forgiveness. Taking a deep breath, I continue.
