Page 25 of Unexpected Redemption

“Oh no, Lettie baby,” he mocks. “Guess that means it’s punishment time.”

Bracing myself on the floor with both hands like I’m doing a partial plank, I draw my eyebrows in tight and visualize shooting little lasers at him from my eyeballs.“That wasn’t my fault.”

He offers no apology, doubling down instead. “Rules stated you had to keep me inside you. Unfortunately, you failed.”

I shove my upper body off the carpet. “You did it on purpose.”

He presses that palm against my back, holding me down. “Not against the rules. Are you going to take your punishment like a good girl or argue semantics?”

“I have to stay like this? It’s uncomfortable.”

“Rotate your legs so your knees are on the edge of the chair cushion, facing downward.” He tosses the pillow from behind him to me. “Put this under your upper body if you need to. You won’t be there long if you’re good.”

Grumbling under my breath, I tuck the pillow under my chest and elbows and rotate my legs as he directed. My feet bend slightly toward my butt. He stays right there between mylegs. “Okay, now you have my ass in your face, and I’m inverted. What’s next?”

He doesn’t answer, simply getting right to it. After popping open the lid on the red bottle, he squeezes gel onto his fingers.

Umm. Getting slightly concerned here.

“Excuse me, my love. Would you be so sweet as to tell me what that is on your fingers?” I ask, my lashes batting and turning on my charm.

He answers me with a question, which I could totally throw back in his face, but I won’t because I’m being a good girl to avoid further punishment. “What was in the blue bottle, Lettie?”

“Lube.”

“What type?”

“Cooling lube.”

“That’s right. So what do you think the red bottle is?”

“I don’t suppose it’s strawberry flavor, is it?”

“Nope.”

Without delay, he spreads my butt cheeks apart.Oh boy. Those slick fingers swirl around the tight ring of my ass, drawing a guttural groan from me. My head flops onto the pillow, and my eyes roll to the back of my skull.

He works the tip of one lubed finger inside me, barely getting in before pulling back and working in a little deeper. When he slips backward the next time, he returns with both fingers. “Breathe and press out for me, sugar bear.”

Like he taught me months ago, I do the opposite of what my body thinks I should do and push out. He slips both lubed fingers in with only a tiny bit of resistance. My eyes roll into the back of my head, and I bury my face into the pillow.

He works his fingers in deeper, then pulls back, swirling them around inside me. “There you go, Lettie. Just like that.”

As he pumps his fingers, warmth spreads out from my ass, sending tingling pulses through me. The volume of mymewls and keens sharply increases, and my hips pulse forward, searching for friction for my clit.

“Let’s see if you can come with my fingers in your ass.”

He pumps sensually, keeping a tantalizing rhythm. His other hand disappears from my ass cheek. I could look in the mirror to see what he’s up to, but I’m rather enjoying the sensations on their own without the visual stimuli. That would probably have me trying to reach back there to flick my own clit. Undoubtedly, I’d be punished for that. So eyes closed and face in the pillow is where I wait patiently.

The familiar click of a vibrator being turned on reaches my ears, causing a beaming smile to contort my pillow-crushed face. Tomer shuffles a bit under me, snaking the vibrator between my thighs toward my clit. When it makes contact, I feel my tight ring clench around his fingers.

Delicious tingles flood my core from the warming of my ass and the fluttering of the vibrator’s wand head over my clit. It’s almost too much pleasure to take.

“You can ride the wand, sweetness. Drag your pussy all over it if you want to.”

I mewl out my genuine gratitude. “Thank you. Thank you, babe.”

His breathing grows ragged, overpowering the sound of the humming toy against my clit. In almost no time, I’m at the precipice, desperate to come.

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