Page 61 of Redeem Me

Finally, his tongue sweeps over my swollen bud and I moan in pleasure as he licks and flicks, before dipping lower to my centre. I don’t need to see to know my arousal coats hislips and chin. A deep masculine groan rumbles against me like he’s enjoying this as much as I am. When he places a finger on either side of my clit and rubs, I’m about three seconds from coming all over his face. But just as my release shimmers tantalisingly close, he snatches it away, halting his tongue.

‘Caelon,’ I scream, squirming against the mattress.

‘Yes,’ he arches an eyebrow and offers one more languid lick before stopping again.

‘Please,’ I pant.

‘Who do you belong to?’ Dark eyes bore into mine. The sight of him between my legs and the restraints are almost enough to get me off on their own.

‘You.’ I arch my ass from the bed.

‘Good girl,’ he purrs. ‘And who is allowed to touch you?’

‘You.’ My entire body vibrates with a raw, carnal need.

‘Don’t forget it, okay?’ Our eyes lock, and I watch as he plunges his tongue inside me, catapulting me over the edge in the most violent, soul shattering explosion. White hot pleasure sizzles through every cell in my body, electricity crackling through the depths of my core.

If this is his way of punishing me, I’m tempted to misbehave more often.

As the fireworks behind my eyelids subside, I attempt to wriggle free, but given he has me tied tighter than a rabbit in a trap, I’m going nowhere fast.

‘Caelon,’ I plead, squirming, as his tongue captures my sensitive clit. ‘It’s too soon.’

‘Tough. This is your punishment, baby.’ He sinks his teeth into my inner thigh. ‘Now take it like a good girl, because I’m not about to stop anytime soon. Maybe next time you’ll think twice about touching what’s mine.’

It’s so sensitive, it’s borderline sore. ‘Caelon, I can’t. Give me a minute.’

‘No. The only reprieve is while I’m talking to you.’ Hesucks hard enough to make me squeal. ‘You wanted to come, and you’re going to come. Again and again untilIdecide you’ve had enough.’

My treacherous vagina blooms like a fucking flower and blood floods below. His filthy, talented mouth is my undoing. I suck in a breath, and a familiar throbbing starts below.

‘You know, some people would call this assault,’ I pant, pulling on the ties binding my wrists and ankles.

‘So, shout for help.’ He runs his tongue from my clit to my slit. ‘Maybe Jared will hear you and burst through the balcony doors wielding one of his gardening tools.’ His snigger reverberates through my core.

‘You’re a bad man,’ I hiss, surrendering to the inevitable.

‘That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.’ Another long, languid lick sets shivers down my spine and goosebumps rippling over my skin.

‘I need your cock.’

‘Maybe for the next round.’ He slides a finger inside my centre, gliding over that sensitive spot buried deep in my inner wall.

‘The next round?’ I feel my eyes widen.

‘Yes, the next round, and the next, and the next.’

Daddy Caelon is definitely a pleasure dom. And as much as I protest, I fucking love it. Being tied up and teased is my ultimate fantasy and he knows it. He takes me to the brink, backs off, then does it again. And again. And again.

The sun has risen by the time I shudder my way through a second debilitating orgasm. He gives me a small reprieve, crawling up the bed to latch onto my nipple, circling it with his tongue, before moving to the other.

His erection presses against my legs through his sweatpants and damn, despite the orgasms, I’m still not fully sated. I need his cock inside me, filling me up, stretching me, completing me, and I’d bet my life he knows it.

This man is a god in the bedroom.

‘Caelon, please…’ His kisses trail over my collar bones and up my neck, where he sucks hard enough to mark me. As if he hasn’t already marked every inch of my body as his.

‘Please what?’ His black eyes glint as he towers above me, placing a knee on the outside of each of my thighs.

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