Page 18 of Unexpected Redemption

Gently removing her hand, I bring it to my mouth and kiss her knuckles. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.”

I dash over to my toy chest, pulling out a few that are cleaned, charged, and ready to go, along with something to give her some extra tingles if we need it. Once I grab a towel, I return and set up my station on the small table beside the chair.

She turns on the speaker and selects a playlist. Soft music fills the air, adding another layer of excitement to the moment.

Taking my seat, I gesture an open palm at her. “Whenever you’re ready.”

She points her chin at the assortment of toys. “Nice collection you have there.”

“Preparation is key to successfully executing any mission.”

Wearing an amused grin, she starts swaying her hips to the song’s slow tempo. While holding my eye contact, she trails her hands over her breasts, barely grazing them before continuing their trek down the front of her body.

Resisting the urge to stroke my cock, I fold my arms behind my head and enjoy the show. Lettie draws out each movement, knowing how much we both like to be teased. When she finally wraps her fingertips around the hem of her shirt, preparing to tug it upward, she halts her movements halfway. She flashes her abs at me, then winks as she lets the shirt fall back to cover her.

Little minx.

The first time she stripped for me, she was shy and nervous. It was one of the things we tried to help her get over her religious trauma. That night, I ordered her to give me a lap dance. Tonight, I only asked her to strip, but she put on the music and is obviously getting into it. She knows the difference between the two orders, having done both for me. I have no complaints about her modification, though.

She finally loses the shirt, exposing her bra-covered chest to me. Her body undulates in time to the music. With her eyes closed, she tilts her head back and turns in a circle, led by the roll of her hips.

Everything in the room fades away except Lettie’s beautiful body as she exposes it to me an inch at a time.

When her arms bend, curving behind her back to unclasp her bra, I stop her. “Ah, ah, ah. Jeans next.”

If I don’t get a glimpse of her dancing in her bra and panties with that fucking collar on, I’ll never recover emotionally.

There’s no backtalk, no grumbling under her breath, nor resistance in her nonverbal. Just relaxed compliance and an eagerness to please that satisfies me greatly.

Finally, she shimmies her jeans to the floor, gradually exposing her long legs to my greedy eyes.

“That’s my good girl.Fuck. You’re stealing my breath, Lettie baby.”

In only her bra, panties, and my collar, she writhes in front of me. When she starts singing along to the next song, I fuckinglose it. My fist roughly grabs my erection, pumping from root to tip. The lack of lube adds a sting of pain, which only makes me harder. After three strokes, I force my hand away.

I’ll need to be hard for a long time if this happens the way I envision.

She moves in close, bracing herself on the chair’s arms and hovering her face inches from mine. I can’t focus on the lyrics she’s singing, but she’s a damn siren.

Suddenly, she spins around, putting her ass within biting distance. Gradually, she lowers onto my lap, swirling and grinding herself against me in sensual circles. Without warning, she rises off my lap, leaving me bereft and achy.

My patience for teasing is officially spent.

“Hurry the fuck up, sugar. I need you on my cock now.”

An airy giggle lingers on her lips. Dutifully, she complies, cutting out the teasing and dancing and finally dropping the bra and slipping her panties to the floor.

I must be a self-hating masochist for what comes out my mouth next.

“Turn around.” I spin my index finger in a circle. When she does so without objection, I offer some praise. “Such a good girl. Now, I want you to slowly bend down and touch your toes.”

“You’re killing me.” There’s a strained quality to her words. Either she’s itching to defy me or nervous about exposing herself like this. Whichever it is, I can’t wait to see what happens next.

Without another sound, she drags her palms along the front of her legs, drifting lower as she folds at the waist and presents her lush ass to me.When she gets as far down as she can go, her pussy becomes visible, slick with her arousal.

“Damn, Lettie. You know what I’m thinking right now?”

She shakes her head, adding her verbal reply like the good fucking girl she is. “No.”

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