Page 18 of Redeemed in Crimson
“No, I’ve never dated another man,” I say, and I swear I feel a tiny sliver of disappointment tremble through her.I need to file that away for exploration later.“I have, however, fucked around with the occasional man in a group setting,” I clarify.
My perfect girl whimpers.She whimpers with desire and leans even more heavily back into me. I band an arm across her waist to keep her upright and to hold her even more tightly to me.
I can sense that she has something else she wants to ask me, but I need her to say it. She needs to understand she has to ask for what she wants.As long as she asks, she can have anything under the sun. One day soon, she’ll believe me.“Ask me what you want to know, Angel.”
“Is this…” She gestures weakly to the trio, who are now in a cuddle pile on the floor, lazily kissing and rubbing each other in a heap of soft-looking blankets. “Is this what you want? Is this your favorite? Or is it something more like…” She gestures back toward the other end of the hall.
“I would struggle to deny you anything, so if you want to know what it’s like to be shared between two men, I would consider indulging you, sweet girl,” I say. “Although I feel a possessiveness over you that surpasses any other emotion I’ve ever felt in my life, so I’m inclined to keep you all to myself. One of my favorites is something you haven’t encountered in the hall yet. But it is represented this evening if you’d like me to show you.”
She’s silent for a moment, and I wonder if she’s rethinking any of this. Maybe she’s overstimulated, and my whispering in her ear and practically salivating all over her neck are too much for her tonight. I stand to my full height and pull back just a touch, considering taking her back to my office for some water and a snack, when she follows my body to keep us connected. Sloane places her hand over my forearm, gives me a little squeeze, turns her head to look up at me with those beautiful green eyes, and whispers, “Please.”
Chapter nine
“Please.”
It feels less like a whispered word and more like a release of something I've kept tethered to my soul for my entire life. For some reason, whatever this is, I trust Ledger with it implicitly.
He stares at me as if he can see things even I haven't felt ready to face yet, and he must find whatever it is that he's looking for because he finally lets out a ragged breath.
“My sweet girl,” he says, “come with me.”
Taking me by the hand, he leads me to the other end of the exhibition hall and down one of the hallways leading to the smaller seating area behind an exhibit. We find ourselves alone in a cozy room with comfortable-looking leather chairs and chaises facing a slightly raised platform. I sit on one of the plush chairs. On the platform, a curvy woman with long box braids is…strapped ohmygosh.
She's strapped to a padded table, her legs slightly bent and kept open by restraints. Her arms are by her sides, and her head rests on a U-shaped pillow. Overall, she looks comfortable, butI can feel her anticipation. I realize I can also hear her shallow breathing because no glass partition separates us. A door opens behind us, and a man steps into the room. If I saw him on the street, I might guess he was an accountant or a professor.
Ledger steps forward to shake his hand. “Mark, it's nice to see you as always. Thank you for delaying a bit for me this evening, and for giving us the honor of an exclusive performance.”
The man who indeed looks like a Mark gives us a broad smile. “It's our pleasure.”
With that, Mark slips a remote out of his pocket, presses two buttons in quick succession, and the woman on the table lets out a muffled moan.
Mark smirks. “Melody has been a handful this week, so we’re likely to be here a while.”
Mark leaves us, heading to Melody and placing a tender kiss on her forehead. He stands at the head of the table, petting her hair and whispering soothing words as she begins to writhe against her bonds.
Ledger picks the chair up, with me still sitting in it, and puts me down front and center near the stage. Melody continues to writhe, and Mark has stripped himself down to slacks and an undershirt. He's much more muscular than I'd given him credit for at first glance, with scars running down one arm and a blackout tattoo on the oth…ow!
I look up indignantly to find Ledger staring at me with a serious look on his face, having pinched me for no reason.
“Do. Not. Check. Mark. Out.”
“I thought you said you’d indulge my interest in multiple men,” I tease.
Ledger’s eyes darken as he grabs my chin. “I said I wouldconsiderindulging you, but I’m already starting to regret that.”
Before I can even defend myself, a low moan sounds from Melody. Mark has placed a wand toy in an attachment on the table, and it looks to be sitting directly on Melody's clit. It takes less than thirty seconds for her to scream and for Mark to soothe her. He removes the wand toy for a few seconds while he coos reassurances, but she’s still trembling slightly as he places the toy back against her sensitive flesh.
I uncross and re-cross my legs, watching Melody’s shaking continue as she whines. Ledger moves to stand behind me and places his hands gently on my shoulders, pushing my long hair to one side.
“What’s he doing to her? It sounded like she…like she…”
“She came, Angel. Hard, by the sound of it,” Ledger says, his hot breath fanning across my neck and making me switch the way my legs are crossed again.
“But if she came, why did he put the toy back? Is he not going to have sex with her now?” I’m so confused by this sequence of events. None of the porn I watched ever deviated from the same general script. Even if the woman got off first, the man was never far behind. However, Mark looks completely calm, cool, and collected. He’s totally tuned in to how Melody is reacting, but he’s made no move at all to adjust the impressivebulge in his pants.
Ledger has shifted and his lips are practically on my neck now, giving me almost kisses that have his stubbled jaw tickling my skin. “No, he isn’t going tofuckher now.” His hands trail softly up and down my arms, and although my brain is fuzzy, barely formed thoughts start to race through my mind.I’mgoing to have permanent goose bumps at this rate. If I pass out from overstimulation, will he have time to catch me before I hit the ground? I’m pretty sure even though I haven’t touched Ledger tonight, this isn’t right. I have a boyfriend. When was my last period? Could Ledger get me pregnant tonight? I wonder if he likes cats. I’ve always wanted a cat. I could have a Viking troll god of a husband and have his cats and his babies…
“Angel!” Ledger gives me a nip on the shoulder and draws my attention back to him, then to the scene in front of us as Mark steps forward and twists both of Melody’s nipples before releasing them. He slaps them in quick succession, then sucks one into his mouth as he twists the other. I draw in a ragged breath as Melody releases another plaintive cry, obviously coming again.
