Page 49 of Redemption

His warm arms wrapped around me, and he kissed me softly.

“I couldn’t resist the smells coming out of here.” His stomach growled as if to prove it. He gently pushed me over to my barstool at the island and made me sit while he plated our food and brought it to me.

“Are you ready for this?”

A bark of laughter escaped, and I coughed on my bite of food. “Not even close to ready. There are so many things that could go wrong today. I’m scared out of my damn mind. I’m used to being in control. Everything about today is completely out of my control, and it’s nerve-wracking. I’m trying to quiet my mind and find my center, but it’s so hard to do.”

“What do you need from me, Mistress? I’m here to serve you.”

I looked at Miles with stunned surprise. This was the first time outside of the bedroom he’d ever called me Mistress. It was something he’d only used when we’d played.

“Oh, Miles, thank you. I love you. You know that, right? No matter what happens today, I’ll always love you. I have from that first moment I met you. There’s never been anyone for me but you.”

He set down his fork and circled the island to kneel at my feet. His arms circled me and his head rested on my lap.

“I love you too, Mistress. Whatever you need, I’ll provide it. I’m yours to command.”

“You, Miles. I only need you.”

We remained seated together as I absorbed strength and energy from him. There was no doubt I was going to need it to get through today. Reluctantly, I pulled out of his embrace, and we headed into the bedroom to get ready for the confrontation with my father. Miles walked into the ensuite bathroom and began running the water. Once he’d checked the temperature was right, he pulled me into the shower with him and began washing me.

At first, Miles’ touch was methodical. He directed me under the showerhead to wet my hair. The smell of my citrus shampoo wafted around the steam-filled bathroom as he began lathering my hair. He ran his hands through my hair with my complementary smelling conditioner, massaging my scalp as he went. Once my hair was rinsed, he grabbed the shower gel and sponge and gently began running it up and down my arms. He washed my back next, and when he turned me around to face him, I couldn’t help but notice his cock bobbing at attention.

What had been a comforting feeling, now turned into a needful urgency. I needed Miles’ hands on me, to feel him inside me.

“I need you, Miles.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

He quickly finished washing me and wrapped me in a towel. His hand enfolded mine as he guided me into the bedroom and gently laid me on the bed. He followed immediately behind me to cover my body with his, keeping his weight on his elbows and he stared down into my eyes.

“What do you need from me, Mistress?”

I reached out for his cock and guided it to my center. He gently pushed inside, neither of us breaking eye contact.

“Fuck me, Miles.”

“Anything for you.”

His gentle thrusts deepened, but he maintained a slow and steady rhythm. With each forward motion, he hit that spot inside me. I needed more though. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pushed my hips up to meet his downward thrust, an unspoken command for him to go faster. He understood what I was demanding, and his hips quickened their motion until soon he was pounding into me with a ferocity that had me gasping.

“Yes.” My back arched and the friction of his pelvis moving against my clit had my orgasm building until suddenly, my body tightened like a bowstring and pleasure poured out of me as my climax hit. I shuddered beneath Miles as my body came down from its high.

I leaned up and pulled Miles’ head down for a kiss. I was so utterly in love with this man, it terrified me.

He must have heard the echo of my thoughts as he caressed my face. “I love you.”

He rolled to his side, pulling me with him. I cuddled up against him, slowing my breathing down until I knew no more.

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