Page 24 of Unexpected Redemption

Still, it eludes me.

My euphoric wail turns into a whine of frustration and sadness.

“I can’t.”

I still my hips and press his hand away, attempting to catch my breath. It’s becoming painful to getthisclose and not achieve release. Emotionally and physically.

My lips turn down at the corners, and tears pool in my eyes, making it challenging to see.

“You’re doing so damn well, Lettie. Don’t worry. I love you no matter what. There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re perfect.”

While I appreciate the sentiment, Iwantto reclaim this part of myself. Simone already told me that most women never come with penetration. Even if I’m like this forever, I could have a perfectly normal and happy sex life. But that wasn’t me before this awful thing happened, and I don’t want it to be me after.

I need to recapture every single thing those monsters took from me.

He kisses my shoulder as I hide behind my hands like a coward.

“Lettie, look at me,” he commands, his tone both tender and firm.

With all the courage I can summon, I face him.

“Say butterfly, and we’re done for now. Or I still have plenty more tricks up my sleeve to try if you want to continue. The choice is yours.”

I shake my head, rejecting the idea that we yield.

No way!

He adds, “We aren’t doing this for me. Not for my pride. Not to prove a point. This is strictly for you. I’m attempting to help you get something I know you want. That’s all. Don’t feel bad about stopping me if you’ve had enough for today. I can make you come in many other ways.”

Wiping the stray tears that fled my leaky faucets, I mean my eyes, I ask, “What other tricks did you have in mind? I’d like to try.”

His face dances, a ballet of cockiness, pride, and arousal rewriting his features. “Grab the blue bottle on the table.”

Choosing among the differently colored bottles, I retrieve the blue and quickly scan the label. “Oh my. This sounds fun.”

“That’s my kinky girl.” He winks at me in the mirror. “Spread some on each of your nipples.”

“My nipples? It’s lube. Are you confused, old man?”

He smacks my clit again. Substantially harder this time. And Ireallyfucking like it.

Flinching and yelping, I drop the lube onto the carpet. Instinctively, my eyes roll, and I shake my head. “Nice to know what happened to me didn’t take away my platinum-level calamity status.”

Seriously, no more orgasms with a dick inside you, but go right ahead and klutz yourself to an early grave. How is that fair?

Wearing a sexy-as-hell smirk, he orders, “Without getting off my cock, lean over slowly and pick it up off the floor. I’ll hold your waist to keep you in place. Donotlet me slip out.”

“Will I be punished if I fail?”

He reaches onto the table, retrieving a red bottle. “Yes,” he answers with a wicked curl of his upper lip. “Now grab the lube off the carpet.”

My pussy clenches involuntarily as a chill runs along my spine.

Trying not to let my mind wander to what might be in the red bottle and what he’ll do with it if I fail, Ibend toward the floor, making a valiant effort to keep him deep inside me. He strokes my back with one hand as I fold downward.

As soon as I snatch the blue bottle off the floor, he shifts backward, slipping out of me.

“Hey,” I huff and flash an offended glare at him in the mirror.

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