Page 71 of Sleeping Redemption
“Clothes. Off.” The simple command was given without any room for argument.
He stood at the foot of my bed with a hungry gaze. Every move he made was like a dangerous predator after being starvedin the Serengeti. All his muscles visibly coiled tightly underneath his clothes.
As I sat up, leaning back on my hands, it was a rare moment of astonishment that left me unclear as to how to proceed.
“You know,” Sy began while his hand jerked his belt open. “There is a special place in purgatory for little girls who don’t know how to follow instructions.”
The clinking sound of his belt buckle rang in my ears, joining the sound of my racing heartbeat. I shifted onto my knees, and grabbing the bottom of my fitted sweater dress, I quickly lifted it up and over my head. Hastily, I discarded it to the side.
I heard Sy’s breath hitch as he observed the satin and lace of my magenta bra and thong set. His eyes darkened with lust, a look that I never thought I’d see from him.
Sylas pulled the brown leather belt from the loops of his pants, and the light slapping of the leather whipping around zipped a shiver down my spine straight into my core.
With my heavy breaths of anticipation and desire, my breasts strained against the cups of my bra. I reached behind me and unclasped the bra, feeling the material loosen on my body. That, too, ended up on the floor, joining my dress.
With my breasts freed from their material prison, I didn’t hesitate to shimmy myself out of my panties. No going to purgatory for me.
Folding his belt into thirds, Sy held it in one hand as he joined me on the bed, both of us on our knees facing each other. His free hand firmly grabbed the back of my neck.
“Fuck, Kin. You know how much I wanted to fuck you into oblivion the other day? I wanted nothing more than to bend you over my lap and slap the shit out of your hot little ass until it was as red as your nail polish.” He brought his mouth to my ear so I could feel his breath between his words. “That was thefirst and last time you got to use my cock to get off without my permission. Do you understand me?”
“You enjoyed it,” I spoke just barely above a whisper, a hint of a smirk at the corners of my mouth.
He took his belt and dragged it over my bare pussy. The smooth leather taunted my aching core, just barely brushing against my clit. I swallowed down a moan while my eyes remained focused on him.
Sylas broke eye contact briefly as he withdrew his belt and smirked. “Look at you, Kin. You’re so fucking wet for me right now that I bet you’d ride my belt if I told you to.”
To further prove his point, he brought his belt back down to my folds and rubbed the leather against them, the friction causing sparks of pleasure.
“Mmm, I’d ride every last belt you own,” I moaned out desperately, my hips moving against the stiff material as I sought out more contact against my clit.
His hand slid up from the back of my neck until his fingers wove into my tresses, tightly balling up a handful of them to tilt my head back further. Sylas leaned in and began to attack my throat with heated kisses.
My hands instinctively came to grasp onto his arms for balance as my breaths came out heavier.
“Sy,” I moaned out his name.
He responded with a light slap of his belt to my cunt and scolded me. “Did I give you permission to moan out my name like the needy angel you are?” His words lightly vibrated against the sensitive skin near my pulse point.
I bit down on my lower lip, my body visibly succumbing to a shiver of pleasure.
“No,” I said quietly.
His teeth nipped at my throat before he murmured his next demand. “Turn around and get on your hands and knees. I’mgoing to make this sinful body of yours repent for all the times you’ve left me hard.”
As he loosened his grasp on my hair, I complied and changed my position so that I was on all fours with my ass presented to him as some sort of penance. With the most intimate parts of my body exposed to him, I held my position there waiting for what felt like eternity.
His weight shifted on the bed, and the sound of clothes falling to the floor echoed before his presence returned behind me. Looking back over my shoulder, my arms almost gave out beneath me.
There he was. Sylas, in all of his beautifully naked glory. Every hard line of a warrior’s body in full view. His battle-worn chest was decorated with a handful of scars and scripted Latin text tattooed over his right pec muscle:sanctum redemptor. Holy redeemer. A silver-chained necklace with a cross hanging from it suspended around his neck. Abdominal muscles that flexed with the strength of his core. And at the bottom of the V of his torso was the long and thick length of his cock protruding from his body.
It was every bit as impressive as it had felt grinding against it earlier this week. My body quivered in agreement.
Before I could appreciate the view further, he gave a flick of his wrist, and the crack of his belt made contact with my bare ass. I yipped out in a mixture of pleasure and pain that was no stranger to me.
“Eyes forward, Kin,” he barked.
I gave a small whimper that I didn’t get to enjoy the sight of the goods that I had been pushing to indulge in for so long. It was like hearing your favorite band in concert but having some behemoth blocking your view the entire time.
