Page 7 of Sleeping Redemption
At least he could be my distraction from how my day had started so poorly, perhaps even the reward I needed for not losing my shit earlier. I pulled myself up against him, my hunger building quickly as my lips found his mouth. Getting lost in the kiss, our tongues mingled with one another as clothes began falling to the garage’s concrete floor.
Facing the workbench in just my intricate lace thong, Rook’s hands dragged down over my back. His fingertips slowed over the vertical, shimmering scar-like marks between my shoulder blades.
My wings didn’t emerge often, but when they did get expelled from my body it was an intimately beautiful and nearly violent process. The skin along the seams of the marks on my back split open, each wing causing the bloody wounds to stretch as they forced their way out until their magnificence was fully released.
Using my hands to brace myself against the edge of the table in front of me while his hips pressed against the round curve of my ass, Rook let me feel the hard as steel cock still trapped beneath his boxers.
Getting distracted by the sensation of his hand tugging the thin straps of my underwear over my hips, I hadn’t realized he had reached over into one of the drawers in the tool cabinet to my right. It wasn’t until I heard the drawer clink shut that my attention drew away from his hand as it stripped away that fundamental piece of fabric between my thighs.
Looking back over my shoulder at him, I raised a brow. “What are you doing?”
Rook grabbed a handful of my braided tresses, pushing me forward until he had me bent over the table for him. My hips pushed back toward him in anticipation.
He gave a hum of approval at the sight of my ass on full display for him. “Just getting you warmed up, love.”
My core ached for attention, and I began to get antsy for the first of the five orgasms he’d promised me. Using a hand against the center of my back to keep me in position, I felt cold metal sliding between my thighs.
At first contact, I squirmed at the unexpected touch. The unforgiving object pressed against my clit, and I gasped before he dragged it through my arousal back to my entrance.
“Do you trust me, Kinley?” he murmured as he leaned over me, laying a kiss on my back.
I snorted. “I don’t fucking trust anybody, especially not you.”
“That’s probably wise, love.” He pushed the long metal tool into my cunt, causing me to moan out at the hardness of the device now deep inside of me.Only Rook would be crazy enough to fuck a girl with a purchase from the hardware store.
My hips jerked, having nowhere to go between him and the workbench he’d bent me over. He groaned as he began fucking me with the long object. “You’re doing so good letting me stretch you out with a wrench.”
“Oh God, Rook,” I moaned out in both pleasure and surprise.
He was relentless with the thrusts of the tool into me, shifting the angling just slightly with each entry. My body began to shake as my first release approached.
“You better get used to having metal in this tight pussy of yours, love. When you take my cock, you’ll be full of it.”
So the rumors were true, his dick was pierced. The imagery sent the inferno building in my core straight over the edge as I screamed out. The darkness turned my eyes fully black, leaving no white behind except for a pinhole of light where the pupil used to be.
My cum coated the tool while my hands clawed at anything in reach on the table where my upper body sprawled out. Several items got knocked onto the floor, including a can of dirty motor oil my mechanic hadn’t yet disposed of.
“Fuck! Rook!”
The wrench was withdrawn from my body, and I heard it clang against the floor off to the side as it was discarded.
My breaths heaved as my fall into ecstasy finally leveled out. I looked back over my shoulder at him, a smile tugging at my lips. “You’re fucking insane.” And I was here for it. My eyes gradually faded back to their typical glacial blue hue.
Rook pulled me upright, spinning me around to face him with a grin. “Oh, we’re only getting started.”
Our mouths collided again, this time my hands feverishly working at the waist of his underwear, shoving them down until the last piece of clothing fell to the floor. His massive cock sprang forth, and when I looked down to admire it, I saw the series of piercings along its underside. There were seven from my quick count, not including the Prince Albert at the head.
With eyes full of amusement, he asked, “Have I managed to render you speechless?” He smiled wide as though he had just accomplished marking the final square on his bingo card.
I laughed and shook my head. “You’d have to do a lot more than pierce your dick to have me at a loss for words.”
He cupped my face in his hands, staring into my eyes like there was nothing else worthy of looking at in the universe. “Challenge accepted,” he murmured.
Using his strength, he grabbed me by my waist, lifting me up until my legs wrapped around his hips.
“Better get to work, you owe me four more orgasms, demon.” I smirked at him, reminding him who here was of the higher rank.
Tightly gripping my waist, he guided my opening to the head of his cock. “Be careful what you ask for, I have been waiting ever so patiently for you to let me play with your cunt.”
