Page 8 of Redemption

Chapter 6

Somethingabout this woman kept ringing familiar. The tilt of her head. The shape of her chin. The way she stared into my eyes as though she already knew everything about me. I hated that I couldn’t put my finger on it. Deciding to let it go for now, I focused on seeing where this encounter led. The path had been satisfying so far. I hadn’t lied when I said I wouldn’t mind being told what to do by her. It was almost a relief to not have to think about things.

“Why don’t you tell me a little about yourself, Miles?” Even though it seemed like a question, I heard the command behind her words. While I was fully on board with a little female sexual domination, there was no reason for it to go any further than that. Mistress or not, Jasmine didn’t need to know anything more about me than how well I fucked.

“No offense, but I followed you in here for one thing, and one thing only. My personal life isn’t up for discussion. If that’s a pre-requisite for anything you have planned, then it’s best we say our goodbyes now.”

She studied me for several tense minutes in which I refused to back down. I knew the minute she accepted defeat. Her head bobbed in acknowledgement.

“Very well, let’s get on with it then. You may not touch me until I give you permission. Also, you may not come until I say you can. Are we clear?”

As hard as it would be to follow her commands— my hands already itched to touch her— I allowed her to lead the game.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Before I’d even finished my sentence, she began unwinding the fabric that crisscrossed over her breasts. My mouth watered at the sight of her lushness as each globe was exposed. I wanted to nibble on the pebbled tips. Jasmine slowly moved over to the vanity inset into the wall, exposing her back to me, and draped the small scrap of fabric over the back of the chair tucked under the counter. She peeked at me over her shoulder as she slowly began lowering what I now saw was a thong down her toned legs.

As she bent, a hint of pussy was exposed as she lifted one leg, then the other, to step out of the scrap of satin. She carefully laid it next to the “top” she’d just removed. She turned back to me and stood proudly naked, except for her black mask and high heels. The anticipation of seeing her face fully thrummed through my veins.

“Do you like what you see, Miles?”

Struck dumb, I could only nod.

“Answer me in words.”

I swallowed hard. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Good boy.”

Oddly, I preened at Jasmine’s approval. “Will you remove your mask, Mistress?”

She shook her head, her long brown hair dancing across her shoulders, as she advanced toward me. “Seeing my face is a privilege you must earn. Now, remember, no touching without my permission.”

I placed my forearms on the arms of the chair and stared up at her. My eyes followed the movement of her hands as she reached up to cup her breasts. A groan escaped me when she pinched and tugged at her nipples. My fingers dug into the upholstery. The sweet smell of arousal wafted into my nostrils. It became even stronger as Jasmine’s legs parted, and she straddled my lap. Without conscious thought, my hands reached out to grasp her hips.

“Uh uh,” she chided, as she removed my hands from her body and placed them back on the chair. “I told you, no touching without permission. Since you’re new to this, you get one free pass. If it happens again, we’re done here. Understood?”

She didn’t wait for my agreement before she began unbuttoning my shirt, slowly exposing my chest and abs to her view. My muscles twitched at her inspection, and I was glad I’d pushed myself so hard at the gym in an effort to focus on something besides Malcolm’s face and all the blood. Damn it. Don’t think about him now. Moments passed before I realized Jasmine had stopped. I glanced at her quizzically.

“Miles, are you okay?” Her words were soft and gentle.

A fake smile graced my lips, and I laughed off her concern. “Of course. I have a beautiful, naked woman straddling my lap. Who wouldn’t be okay?”

“You just looked—”

“I said I was fine.” I tried not to snap at her. “Please continue, Mistress.”

For a moment, she looked as though she wanted to say something else, but she closed her mouth and continued removing my shirt.

“I’m only continuing because I choose to, not because you requested it. Remember who’s in charge here, Miles.”

I leaned forward to help her when she struggled a little. My chest puffed out as she continued her inspection. Her long nails, painted blue, lightly scratched a streak down my sternum, her touch gentling as she followed the narrow trail of hair until it disappeared into the waistband of my pants. She flicked my nipples, causing me to flinch, more from being startled at the unexpected move than pain.

My nails dug into my skin as I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to touch her again. I had no desire for this to end, so I kept them at my sides. The anticipation was going to kill me though. Suddenly, one of my prayers was answered. Jasmine leaned down, her hair blanketing the both of us, and touched her lips to mine. A current exploded through me, and I actually jumped at the sensation. I knew she felt it too, if the shudder that coursed through her was any indication.

Her hands threaded through my hair as she deepened the kiss, my mouth opening when her tongue demanded entrance. Our tongues tangled, and I inhaled sharply when her breasts crushed against my chest, her nipples poking hard into my skin. Her hips began a slow undulation as she ground her pussy against my pelvis. Her wetness soaked through my pants, and pre-come leaked from my cock straining for release behind my zipper.

I wasn’t sure how much longer I was going to last not being able to touch her. I needed to feel her silky-smooth skin beneath my hands like I needed air to breathe. The only thought racing through my head right now was how much I needed to fuck her, to make her scream my name just like she said she was going to. I wanted to know what her sweet pussy tasted like, to feel the flavors burst on my tongue as I plunged it into her. My ears were straining; they wanted to hear the soft mewling sounds she’d make when I nibbled and bit on her clit.

My heart stopped beating when she pulled away from me and climbed off my lap. It started up again when she held her hand out.

“Come with me.”

They were the only words of invitation I needed. I jumped up and placed my hand in hers knowing, suddenly, I’d follow Jasmine anywhere she led me.

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