Wicked Redemption (Dark Book 2)

by Ashton Blackthorne

  “Okay, Amber. I think I know what happened. Did Melissa hypnotize you?”

  Her eyes widened as if I were crazy.

  “Hypnotize me? Are you kidding, Ash? Of course not. I would never let her….”

  Suddenly, Amber’s voice faded as her eyes went glassy. Pounding the floor with her fists, she screamed so loud I thought the windows would shatter. I jumped from the couch and rushed to her.

  “What is it, baby?”

  She tore at her hair with her hands. She raked her fingernails down her face before I could stop her. Long scratches marred her face. Trickles of blood dripped from her face.

  “STOP IT!” I screamed holding her arms before she could further harm herself. Using all my strength, I pulled her to me as she attempted to break free.

  “NO!” She screamed over and over again.

  “DON’T TOUCH ME! IT HURTS!”

  “Amber, I’m not trying to hurt you, baby. I love you.” I held her tightly and rocked her trying to soothe her.

  “Don’t let him hurt me anymore.” She pleaded. I wanted to let her go so that I could tend to the wounds on her face, but I was afraid she’d scratch herself again.

  After a few moments, her sobbing subsided and she went limp in my arms. Her eyes were still open, but she appeared to be calmer.

  The room seemed smothering hot. I slipped my arms from her and quickly removed my shirt. As I held her next to my chest, she seemed comforted. I looked down into her face and saw the terrible scratches still oozing blood.

  “Amber, can I let you go for a minute? I need to clean your face. You have some nasty scratches.”

  She remained silent. As I moved, her head lolled to one side. Her eyes remained glassy and unseeing. As disconcerting as the screaming was, this near comatose state was even more disturbing. Scooping her into my arms, I carried her upstairs to my bedroom. Lying her on the bed, I quickly located some first aid supplies.

  After cleaning her wounds, I removed her clothes. Normally, that would have been an arousing experience for us both, but she just lay limp like a rag doll. I crawled into the bed with her.

  “Amber, please tell me what’s wrong. I can’t help you if you don’t talk.” I pressed my lips to her cheek.

  Her eyes finally moved and she looked at me.

  “Oh, Ash, don’t you know?”

  Yes, I did. I just had to know for sure.

  “Mark. Oh God, Mark.”

  “I know, baby.” I held her as close as I could. She rolled over in the bed and faced me.

  “When did it start?”

  Her voice was flat and monotone.

  “The earliest I can recall was when I was seven. Melissa showed me. I was sitting in my bed late at night. I used to….” She broke off and put her arms over her head.

  “I used to pull all my covers over my head at night. I used to think if he couldn’t find me he wouldn’t hurt me. But he always did.”

  I felt sick. Amber had suffered so much. This was beyond even what Veronica had endured.

  “What happened exactly, Amber?”

  She sighed still clutching the covers tightly.

  “He would come into my room at night after everyone was asleep. He would slip under the covers with me. His hands would be sticky----“

  She choked up. I stroked her cheek softly.

  “All sticky from the Cheetos he constantly ate. He would put his fingers to my lips and tell me to be quiet. I can still taste those Cheetos on his fingers to this day. Maybe that’s why I never liked them.” She closed her eyes.

  I laid there in silence. I didn’t know what to say.

  “He would run his hands up underneath my nightgown and into my panties. He said it was our special secret.”

  She bit her lip watching my face.

  “It went on and on. Melissa helped me remember it all. I almost wished she hadn’t. Now I have to live with the knowledge my brother molested me.” She grimaced.

  “I’m so sorry, baby. I don’t know what to say. I could kill that motherfucker.” Rage began to boil inside me.

  “It wouldn’t do any good, Ash. It would only hurt us even more. Now it all makes sense. Mark’s revelation at my dad’s house last year-he had just been waiting to rape me..”

  “If he’d been molesting you, why would he have waited to….” I couldn’t bring myself to say it, “rape you?”

  She shrugged.

  “I’m not sure. Maybe it was just all part of his sick fantasy.”

  I swallowed hard trying to think of the right thing to say.

  “But Amber, you’re not a victim. You’re a survivor! Everything that’s happened to you has made you the strong woman that I love. You’ve been honest with yourself and that’s made you be honest with me. I couldn’t love you any more than I do at this moment. Veronica failed me because she couldn’t be honest with herself much less me. But you can. I believe in you, Amber. You can stand up for yourself. Turn this into something positive.”

  She nodded thoughtfully.

  “You know, Ash, you’re right. I can’t let my brother win. He tried to control me my entire life. Hatred for Jimmy made me turn my back on my own father for 20 years. Little did I know it was my brother who tore me away from my family. I’m not going to let him steal one more second of my life!”

  She was so beautiful, so strong I couldn’t have admired her more than at that moment.

  “I’m going to find a way to make this a positive for me, Ash. So many women have been victimized in so many ways. It’s time for them and for me to stop feeling like a victim. I’m not an incest victim. I’m an incest survivor.”

  I hugged her to me. I was so lucky that she was finally mine.

  Hours later as I held her closely to me, I wasn’t sure sex was just what she needed right now. Sitting her up in the bed, I began to massage her shoulders gently.

  She groaned with pleasure as I could feel all the tension in her back start to leave. I let my lips brush her neck as trailed my fingers up her back.

  “Amber, I want you,” I whispered.

  Nodding her head, her hands reached back to tangle in my hair.

  “Fuck me, Ash.”

  I hesitated a moment. This probably wasn’t the best time after her traumatic session with Melissa.

  “Amber, are you sure?”

  She nodded.

  “There’s no better time like the present. I’m sick of my past holding me back. I need to feel you inside me, Ash. I want you to chase all my demons away.”

  Pressing my lips to hers, I took her hand to lead her down to the dungeon. There I stripped her quickly stepping up behind her.

  Without further ado, I cupped her huge tits from behind. Squeezing them, I felt her breath catch as I kissed her neck. Inhaling her scent, I desperately wanted to be inside her. I couldn’t get enough of her. Her flesh was so hot, so soft. Every time my fingertips brushed her skin she shivered.

  My lips trailed down her neck as I tugged her nipples. She squealed as I twisted and pulled on them. My cock pressed against her firm ass as I continued running my hands down her flat stomach to her curving hips. She was so smooth. Holding her to my body, her every curve melted into me.

  “Get on your hands and knees,” I growled as she fell forward on the bed.

  “Now spread your legs. I want to see that pussy dripping wet.” I slapped her ass as she immediately stretched her legs wide open.

  It was one of the most beautiful sights I’d ever beheld. Her firm tanned ass was perked up in the air and her bare pussy was glistening wet. I ran the tip of my finger from her tight asshole to her perfect pink pussy. Swirling my finger around and around her clit, I felt it swell. My cock raged as I took my time sliding my finger up deep inside her. I finger fucked her deep and hard as she moaned with delight. I felt her pussy tighten up around my finger making my cock ache terribly.

  A deep moan erupted from her. I felt her tense up as I withdrew my finger. I reached up and pulled her back by her hair.

&nbs
p; “Suck it clean. Taste yourself on me, Amber.” I commanded.

  Her eyes remained riveted on me as she took my finger into her mouth. I felt her warm mouth envelop my finger as she slowly drew her lips back from it.

  “Tastes good, doesn’t it?”

  She nodded as I twisted her hair in my fist.

  “Answer me!”

  “Yes, Sir!”

  “That’s better,” I murmured as I stripped my shirt off tossing it to the floor in an uncharacteristic show of slovenliness.

  Taking my favorite set of restraints out, I brought them over to her. Amber stood there still as a statue holding her breath just waiting to see what I was going to do. Her long hair was flowing down her shoulders resting on her firm, high tits. Her waist was so tiny I could almost put my hands around it. Her hips swelled out from her waist curving down to her firm thighs. Her long legs seemed to go on forever ending in her 5 inch heels. Her beautiful pussy was shaved completely bare and her lips glistened with wetness like the morning dew on a flower.

  Like a rose, she opened up to me parting her legs. I gazed at her swelling clit just aching for me to touch it, taste it, tease it with my tongue.

  And I would do all of those things…

  In time.

  The air in the room seemed heavy with musk, thick with her perfume and the scent of her sex. Her pussy was so wet her thighs were glistening.

  “Amber,” I whispered brushing her sides with my fingertips. I wanted to touch, taste, tease, and feel every inch of her. I wanted more than just to fuck her, to be inside her pussy, but to infect her soul with my essence. I wanted to fuse my very being with hers.

  That would be the ultimate climax.

  Desire for her consumed me. I could actually feel my soul burn for her.

  “Sir, please. I can’t wait any longer.”

  Look at her. She was trembling all over. Her huge tits jiggled as she shook with lust and anticipation.

  “Amber, oh, Amber.” Her name was all I could say. For once, I nearly felt myself about to lose control.

  I turned away from her and grabbed the restraints. Taking her wrists, I pulled them behind her back.

  “Amber, what’s your safe word tonight?” I growled while binding her wrists tightly.

  She jumped a bit from my rough touch.

  “The same as always. Rainbow.” She giggled slightly.

  As my dominant side emerged as it always did in the dungeon, I spun her around to face me.

  “Princess, I don’t think you realize what I have in store for you tonight. It’s a damn good thing you have a safe word because you’re going to fucking need it tonight. I’m in no mood to be gentle.” I slapped her ass hard.

  Her face straightened as she realized the fun was just starting.

  “Yes, Sir.” She knew the rules well enough.

  “Now, then, what shall I do first?” I mused aloud. Since Amber and I had never really gotten to do a long session in my dungeon, I was almost at a loss of what I wanted to do.

  Then I spied the leather spanking bench.

  But not for long.

  I pulled her over to the bench.

  “Bend over, NOW!” I commanded.

  Instantly, she bent over the bench. Her tits hung lushly from her body as she thrust her fine firm ass in the air.

  “You’re so beautiful, Amber,” I whispered as I ran my hands over her long legs. She stretched her arms out in front of her as I picked up a leather flogger. My cock ached with need as I stood ready to strike her.

  Drawing back my arm I swung the flogger. Instantly, the sound of the leather hitting her delicate flesh cracked through the air. I felt something within me jump as Amber groaned with pleasure. Her firm ass soon became red as a rose as I kept swinging the flogger.

  “Count down for me, Amber.” I commanded as perspiration began to trickle dampening my chest hair.

  “One!” She cried loudly as her legs shook. Each time, she counted the next number as I struck her again and again until we reached ten.

  Shaking uncontrollably, I allowed her to fall back into my arms. I tossed the flogger aside.

  “Had enough?” I asked her brushing her long blonde hair from her sweaty brow. Her makeup was smeared slightly as tears had of pleasure and pain had fallen from her eyes.

  “Never,” she gasped holding onto me. I’d never had any woman cultivate this much desire in me. Even Veronica hadn’t aroused me to this level.

  Truly, Amber was about to shatter me. I stood her up and undid her restraints.

  “Look at what you’ve done to me.” I commanded as I withdrew my oozing cock from my pants.

  Amber’s eyes widened as she licked her lips. Immediately, she gripped my cock firmly and ran her tongue over the tip capturing the white droplets at the end.

  “Sir, you taste amazing.”

  My hips lurched forward as she took me into her mouth. Slowly, she sucked at the head taking me further and further down. As she took my cock all the way down her throat, my head fell back.

  “Damn,” I moaned. Wrapping her long hair around my fist, I pumped her face up and down. Each time, she made a slight gagging noise. I loved it! I’d had a lot of women give me head, but Amber was something else.

  As I felt myself close to coming, I jerked my cock out of her mouth. A long string of saliva extended from her mouth to my cock which drove me absolutely insane.

  “Sir, what’s wrong? I wanted you to come in my mouth.” She pouted.

  “Not yet, baby.” I wanted this night to be special. With Amber, it was so much more than just sex or just a scene.

  I wanted to make love to her.

  Pushing her to the floor, I fell upon her. I brushed her hair from her face as I made a trail of kisses from her forehead to her lips. Her hands clutched my ass digging her nails deep into my flesh.

  “I want you inside me, Sir,” she breathed.

  I wanted to savor this moment. I wanted to look into her eyes as I entered her. Shifting my weight slightly, I eased myself inside her.

  I felt her warm, wet pussy envelop my cock. It was like slipping into a warm, delicious bath. Her pussy gripped my dick tightly as I slid in and out of her.

  Groaning with pleasure, she gripped my shoulders as I rose up on my hands to drive my cock deeper. Her thighs were wet with her juices as she gripped my hips as I ground into her.

  I kept gazing into her incredible blue eyes. I wanted to watch her as she came. As I thrust ever harder, her tits jiggled diverting my focus from her face. Finally, I felt her pussy squeeze my cock tightly as she cried out with orgasm. Her eyes closed tightly in ecstasy making me explode. I pulled my cock out and sprayed her full tits with my hot come.

  “You’re a very messy girl,” I winked at her.

  “Now use your fingers to clean that up, baby. Lick them clean.”

  As she complied, I spied my bottle of Macallan sitting on the shelf. Snatching the bottle, I had a wickedly delicious idea.

  “Lie back and spread your legs.”

  Amber sprawled out on the floor with her legs parted just as I’d requested.

  “Good. Now put your ass in the air with your knees beside your ears.”

  “What?”

  “Like this."

  I pushed her legs back until her knees dropped near her ears.

  “Hold your legs open.”

  I took the bottle of Macallan with a small plastic funnel I’d found behind the bar and brought it to her.

  I had the glass with the chilled metal silver cubes in it next to me.

  “Okay, baby, this going to sting a bit, but I want you to just relax. It will only last a second.”

  Amber giggled nervously as I gently slid the end of the plastic funnel inside her soft pussy.

  Macallan and Amber.

  Two of my favorite things.

  With a steady hand, I poured a small amount of the scotch into the funnel and down into her sweet cunt.

  “Oh, Sir, that burns!” She screeched wiggling.
/>
  “Just a second, baby.”

  Quickly, I took the metal cubes and pushed them inside her.

  “Oh, shit, Sir!” She cried out as I imagined they were quite cold.

  Then I fell upon the floor behind her and flipped her over where she was straddling my face.

  “Push out, baby.”

  As she squatted over my face, my shot of Macallan gushed from her pussy into my mouth. It was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted.

  16

  Ayden

  Jumping into my car, I headed down the highway towards Ash’s house in the Hamptons. I was forced to admit to myself I was nervous about meeting him alone out here. I wasn’t quite sure he’d forgiven me for the terrible things I’d done.

  And let’s face it, I wouldn’t have forgiven me either.

  Opening the sunroof, I allowed the warm September sun to stream in. My hair whipped around my eyes as I smelled the briny scent of the ocean. I was getting closer to the shore.

  Finally, I pulled down the long private driveway to a huge house surrounded by trees. Black iron gates precluded any unwanted intruders from entering his property. Two letters ‘AB’ were set in script atop the iron gates.

  A push button key pad set next to the gates.

  “Who are you here to see?” An electronic voice boomed over the speaker.

  “Ash.”

  “Please enter your four digit code.”

  Punching in the numbers Ash had provided me, I waited as the iron gates squeaked to life parting slowly.

  I whistled to myself as I drove past the perfectly manicured lawn and shrubs. Ash really had it made. I wondered what it must’ve been like for him to grow up amid such opulence.

  Something I’d never had.

  Even though the same blood coursed through our veins, I never felt more distant from him. It was glaringly obvious we’d grown up in two very different worlds.

  I pulled my car up next to his shiny black Aston Martin. A car befitting of a man like him. Sleek, shiny, and elite.

  My Mercedes seemed cheap in comparison.

  Like everything else about me. I sagged against my seat for a moment taking the time to arrange my windswept hair. Normally, I could’ve cared less what I looked like unless I was meeting a woman, but something about Ash always made me feel a bit…