Page 9 of Redemption

Chapter 7

Finally,Miles recognized the pull between us, even if he didn’t exactly know who it was behind this mask. So much time wasted. Now, I had him right where I wanted. And where I knew he wanted to be. There were no illusions that if he realized ‘Jasmine’ was really me, this night would have ended a long time ago. However, until that realization came, I was proceeding as is. Miles’ hand felt warm in mine as I led him over to the bed.

An oomph of air escaped his lips when I pushed him so he fell backward onto the bed. I didn’t skip a beat when I crawled over him and straddled his chest. I looked down at him through hooded eyes, my hands on his shoulders. A roller coaster of emotions raced through me. Lust, love, hope, and fear. Finally, I was going to be with Miles, but I was so scared that this was nothing but a dream and once I woke up, I’d still be alone.

I shook off the fear and concentrated on the man beneath me. His body was covered in a sheen of sweat, and I knew he was doing everything in his power to follow my instructions not to touch me. I didn’t want to punish him anymore. I needed to feel his hands on me.

“Touch me,” I commanded. Before I’d even finished the sentence his hands were clutching my thighs so tightly, his fingers turning white. Slowly, as if to torture the both of us, my hips undulated under his grip, grinding my hot, wet heat into his chest, as though marking him with my wetness and scent. Miles was mine.

My hips shifted again, and this time I was directly beneath his chin. His nostrils flared as he breathed in my scent. The muscled cords of his neck stuck out with the force of restraint he used to stop from lifting his head to feast on the bounty directly in front of him.

“You’ve been a good submissive. I can see how much you’re struggling to refrain from doing anything without my command. I’m so proud of you. I think you deserve a treat. What do you think?”

He nodded eagerly in agreement. “Yes, Mistress. I definitely deserve a treat.”

I tsked at his response. “Naughty submissive. The correct response should have been ‘only if it pleases you, Mistress’.”

He groaned, but bit out the words. “Only if it pleases you, Mistress.”

“Ah, such sweet words. It pleases me beyond belief, Miles.”

Apparently, he took that as permission, because suddenly I found his head buried between my thighs as he dragged me up to his face. His nose was buried in the small tuft of hair at the top of my mound, and his tongue unerringly found entrance into my wet channel. He pushed it deep before pulling it out and lapping a path from slit to clit. He returned back to my hole and plunged it inside again. He traced random patterns and flicked my clit. Jesus, this man knew how to use his tongue. Pressure built inside me and, without warning, exploded in a maelstrom of colors and sounds. Only Miles could have made me come that fast.

Suddenly, I was flat on my back, my legs thrown over Miles’ shoulders. My Domme side fought hard to not take back some control, but another swipe of his tongue made rational thought impossible. I could only lie there and enjoy the pleasure. His mouth never moved from my pussy as he continued his assault. I was soaked and could feel the wetness dripping down my ass. He worked magic with his tongue, and I swore I saw stars. He lapped up my cream as though he was eating his last meal and wanted to savor every drop. I’d already had one orgasm, but I was on the precipice of the next. Shock flowed through me that he was bringing me to another release this quickly after my last orgasm. Miles’ tongue curled around my clit, and he drew it roughly into his mouth, adding a slight sting with his teeth. The fingers in his hair tightened, and I added my own bite of pain as I pulled his hair. This only encouraged him more.

The pounding need inside me grew and began to spread, signaling I was about to come. I tilted my head up and our eyes latched on to each other’s. We continued to stare at the other, and then Miles thrust two fingers inside my channel, and I screamed his name as another powerful orgasm rushed through me. Miles didn’t stop though. He continued finger fucking me and nibbling on my clit, and when I was almost to the point of pain, another climax hit, and I shuddered in his arms. I collapsed in exhaustion, tiny tremors still coursing through my body.

I barely felt him remove his fingers from me. A satisfied sigh escaped me as I lay in a boneless heap beneath Miles. His soft breath teased the inside of my thigh as he slowly removed my legs from over his shoulders. They were like Jell-O, so I couldn’t even help him. Never before had I been so satisfied sexually.

“You were right.”

I opened one eye to peer up at Miles who sat on his knees staring down at me. His face glistened with my juices, and another small tremor of arousal coursed through me at the sight.

“About?”

“You said you’d scream out my name when you came.”

I laughed lightly. “Well, I have to give credit where credit is due. You are a machine when it comes to eating pussy.”

An adorable blush crossed his cheeks at my dirty words, and his gaze dropped from mine.

“I want to see you again.”

My heart skipped at his words. “I’m sure Bryce would be happy to invite you back.”

His brow wrinkled. “How do you know Bryce invited me this time? I never told you my friend’s name.”

Shit.My brain raced to correct my error. I shrugged, trying for nonchalance. “When I first saw you, you were talking to Bryce. I guess I assumed he was the friend you were referring to.”

His face cleared, and I mentally sighed in relief. “Oh, yeah, he was. But, I meant, I want to see you outside of here. Maybe we could go out for dinner this weekend.”

I thought about his invitation. I wanted to accept, but I also didn’t want to lead him on. At least not as Jasmine. I wanted him to see me, Josie. And he wasn’t ready to accept what was right in front of him. Not yet. Besides, there was a lot I could teach him through BDSM about submission. The power and control behind it. Like me all those years ago, Miles needed to harness that control. It would keep him sane.

“Sorry, but I don’t date.”

“What do you mean, you don’t date?”

I needed the advantage here, and lying flat on my back wasn’t going to give it to me. I moved off the bed and walked over to where my clothes lay to start dressing.

“I think my statement was self-explanatory. I. Don’t. Date. You’re welcome to come back here to Eden, and we can scene, but remember, I’m the one in control. And you said yourself, you’ve never had a woman take charge before. What happened here tonight was vanilla compared to what would happen if you returned. You’ll need to understand the true meaning of submission. You may not think you’re submissive, but from our interaction, you may be surprised by what you learn about yourself. Think on that before you decide.”

I’d finished dressing and made my way to the door, opening it as I turned back to look at Miles now sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Talk to your friend about Domination and submission. About safe words. About power exchange. If it’s something you’d like to explore further, feel free to return and ask for me.”

I couldn’t help blowing him a kiss as I closed the door behind me. Let him ponder that.

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