Dark Redemption

by Barron, Melinda

  It was just after midnight and she was laying spread eagle on the picnic table in Knox’s backyard, her legs dangling off the sides, her arms held straight.

  Knox sat nearby under a tree, watching her. She wondered how long she’d been there. She knew it had been at least fifteen minutes, but no more than thirty. Or had it?

  The more time passed, the more excited she became. Her pussy tingled, wetness dripping from her slit. And her nipples were hard little rocks.

  She focused on the twinkling stars above her. It was torture to lie here and know that he was nearby but wasn’t yet ready to touch her. She craved the feel of his hands, the warmth of his body, and the pulsing power of his cock buried inside her.

  Finally, he cleared his throat.

  “I want to talk about something. Are you relaxed?”

  Was he kidding? She felt like a rattlesnake, coiled and ready to strike.

  “Not really, Master.”

  “Then we’ll sit here until you are. You should breathe more deeply. Close your eyes and focus inward.”

  The minutes dragged on and Tatum felt herself relax. Her body still ached with need, but she knew that Knox would take care of her. She briefly wondered what he wanted to talk about, then pushed the thought away. If she dwelled on it, she would never relax.

  “Are you ready now?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Good. You’ve made several comments about your weight that we’ve never really addressed. I want to do that now.”

  Stars above, here it comes. The ‘you’re too fat talk’. I knew this had been too good to be true.

  “All right.”

  “I want to start this by saying that I rather like your generous curves. Especially when they’re curved around me while you’re riding bitch.”

  Warmth spread through Tatum’s body. “Thank you, Master.”

  “But I can tell that it bothers you, or else you wouldn’t have brought it up, more than once.”

  “It’s just that people…”

  “I’m not people, Vix. I’m your Master.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good. Now, here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to put a white board in the bedroom. Every time you say something that is derogatory about yourself, you’re going to put five marks on the board. At the end of the week, I’ll count them up and we’ll decide on a punishment.”

  “But, Master…”

  “No buts, Tatum. That’s the end of the conversation. We begin counting tonight, at this very moment, so if you mention it again, you’ll have to remember all the marks to put on the board once it’s up. Understood?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Good. Now, let’s play.”

  He stood and quickly shed his clothes.

  “May I sit up, Master?”

  “I think… no.” He traced his fingers up and down her legs, sending shivers up her spine.

  “I like watching you tremble,” he said. “Just enough excitement to keep you on the edge.”

  He traced his finger up and down her slit. “So very wet. I must say, you took your punishment like a real trooper tonight. Sit up, Vix.”

  She did as he asked, keeping her legs spread to either side of the table.

  “Hands behind your back. I imagine your behind is very sore.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Tatum kept her eyes down and her shoulders back. Her breasts were thrust forward, and Knox reached out and caressed each nipple.

  “Still, you got a good fucking afterwards, and you came hard.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I think my Vixen needs to come again, though.”

  “I’d like that, Master.”

  “I’m sure you would.” He caressed each breast again, then stepped back. “Stay in position. I’ll be right back.”

  Tatum sat, fighting the urge to put her fingers where Knox’s had been. Her clit throbbed in anticipation of more attention and she so desperately wanted him back. She loved the way he drew things out, waited until just the right moment to make her climax, to bring them together. In the short time they’d know each other, he knew her body better than Brandon ever had.

  Better than that, though, he knew her mind, and her emotions. She had to remember to thank Margaret one more time for introducing them.

  “Stand up and bend over the end of the table.”

  His voice made her jump and he chuckled. “What were you thinking about?”

  “You, and how wonderful it feels to be with you.”

  “I’m very glad to hear that. Do as you’re told.”

  Tatum sat up, quickly taking up position. Knox moved behind her and caressed her aching behind.

  “I bought something for you the day I bought your rings,” he said softly. He caressed her slit gently, moving the wetness around. Then, something different slid along her flesh. It felt small and rounded and Tatum searched her brain. She didn’t know what it was and the idea that Knox was introducing her to something new was very, very exciting. The device wasn’t hard plastic, but was soft, making if flexible.

  He moved the device over her clit, and it began to vibrate.

  “Oh, Master.”

  “You like your little egg?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good. I have two them. One for your sweet pussy, and one for your tight little ass.”

  He moved the egg down and pushed it deep into her pussy. The vibration increased; Tatum gripped the side of the table. She heard the lube bottle pop open, then felt the cool gel dribble over her puckered opening.

  Knox massaged it in, inserting one finger inside her and moving the gel around. He replaced his finger with the egg quickly, pushing it past her muscles and making her groan. Then, he came to stand near her face.

  “Look at me.”

  She turned her gaze toward him, then gasped when both eggs began to vibrate inside her. The sensation was incredible. They worked against each other, sending tendrils of pleasure over Tatum’s flesh.

  “Remote control,” he said proudly. “Let’s turn it up more, shall we?”

  Her clit throbbed in delight as the sensation increased.

  “Master.”

  “I’m going to fuck you while those are inside you, Tatum. But where to fuck? Your sweet pussy? Or your tight little ass?”

  “I… I…”

  “I’m thinking that pretty little behind. Just think, Tatum. Two eggs, one in your pussy and one in your ass, plus my cock. The eggs will increase stimulation for both of us.”

  He traced her spine as he walked back down the table. The eggs stopped vibrating, and when Knox pulled the one from her behind, Tatum wanted to scream at him to put it back in. She heard the lube top again and laid her head on the table.

  Besides the plug, it had been a long time since she’d had anal sex. Still, complete trust in Knox made her relax against the wood under her. She shut her eyes in delight when he massaged more lube into her back entrance, then put his cock at the ready.

  “Am I invited here, Tatum?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “And where’s here?”

  “In my ass, Sir.”

  “Ask me.”

  Just do it already! “Please, Master, fuck me.”

  He slapped her already aching behind and she jumped. “You know what I mean.”

  “Please, Master—” She paused for a few seconds, “—fuck my ass.”

  “That wasn’t very convincing. Are you positive?”

  “Yes, Master. I want your cock inside my behind. Please.” He pushed gently, grabbing her hips as she tried to pull away from him.

  “Relax, Vixen.” He pushed more and Tatum whimpered out a “Yes, Master, please,” before pushing back against him.

  “Shush. We need to take this slow. Relax.”

  His unhurried progress almost drove her insane, but she knew that he was right. It had been too long for her, and a hurried entrance might do damage. When she felt the front of his thighs press against the back of her own, she knew
that it wouldn’t be long now before he was fucking her hard, making that part of her body his.

  He turned on the egg in her pussy and they both groaned. His rocking thrusts were gentle and smooth, and after a few moments, he stopped. She felt the egg press against the opening of her behind and she squealed.

  “I can’t. Too much. Too much.”

  “Hush. You can and you will. Relax.”

  He pulled back, then pushed back in. She felt the egg pop past her muscles, his cock carrying it into her ass along with its upstroke.

  “Oh, Master Knox, oh…”

  He turned the egg on, and Tatum came, shooting her hips back into him as tidal waves of bliss washed over her body.

  “Oh my. Oh. Oh. Oh.” He turned the eggs up as he began to thrust in and out of her and Tatum came again, gripping the edge of the table. She’d never been so full, never felt such pressure, never felt such satisfaction.

  “I’ll forgive you for coming without my permission,” Knox growled as he increased his thrusts. “Don’t let it happen again.”

  Soon, the only sound in the yard was the slapping of flesh against flesh. The eggs vibrated inside her and Tatum knew that she could have another mind-blowing orgasm at any second. She held back, though, trying to concentrate on anything but the pressure building on her clit.

  “You like?” His voice was gruff, and Tatum knew that he, too, was on the edge.

  “Yes, Master. Yes. More. More. More. I want all of you.”

  “The eggs stimulate me too. Feel so very good. You know what feels better than the eggs, though?”

  “What, Master?”

  “Being buried in your tight ass.” He thrust a few more times, then roared out as he came, bucking into her harder and harder.

  “Come, Vix. Come with me.”

  He turned the eggs up higher, his roar turning into a growl and Tatum came, tightening herself around him as she shattered.

  “Master!”

  “Mine. Mine. Mine.” He licked his tongue up her back, then pulled her hair back, his look almost feral as he gazed into her own.

  “Whom do you belong to?” The harsh tone of his voice made her shiver in delight.

  “You, Master. Only you.”

  His lips claimed hers in a harsh kiss. She could still feel his cock, buried deep in her ass, the eggs vibrating around it.

  He pulled away from her long enough to take the eggs from her body.

  “Take these inside to the bathroom,” he said softly. “There’s cleaner there. Then come and meet me at the hot tub.”

  She quickly did his bidding, running back to the yard to sink into the water.

  He held out his arms. “Come here.”

  Once they were cradled together, he sighed. “We can’t stay too long. It wouldn’t be good if we fell asleep this way.”

  “Imagine the headlines, ‘Sated couple drowns in tub’.”

  He laughed. “‘Coroner says he can’t wipe smiles off their faces’.”

  “He’d be right,” Tatum said. “I don’t think the smile will ever leave my face.”

  She sighed when he caressed her breasts.

  “Mine either, Vix.”

  She was almost asleep when she felt him shift behind her. She sat up and he got out of the tub, holding out his hand to help her over the side.

  When he reached down and gathered her in his arms, she said, “No, I’m too heavy…” The words slipping from her before she slapped her hand over her mouth.

  “Hmm. Five marks already. This little punishment could get interesting.”

  He carried her to the bedroom where they found Scarlet and Rhett curled on her pillow.

  “Great,” Knox said. “They need their own bedroom.”

  He sat her on the bed, and she shooed them away. Seconds later she was cradled in his arms again. She felt his body relax against her own and she sighed.

  Chapter 18

  “So Alan surrendered?” Tatum shifted her weight behind Knox as he piloted the Indian back toward Chama.

  Vince, riding his own Harley this time, glanced at them.

  “Yup. He insists, however, that he had nothing to do with Craig’s death, or the attack on you. He’s adamant that Rodney killed Craig without his knowledge, and he ‘approved’ the burglary because Rodney said he could find the evidence and get it back.”

  “He didn’t know that Craig was smarter than him,” Tatum said, smiling.

  “Much smarter,” Knox replied.

  “But, Alan’s smart enough to be out on bond,” Tatum said, her smile disappearing.

  “Only because he agreed to testify against Rodney,” Vince said. “Plea bargains are very good things. We’ll get Rodney for Craig’s murder, and he’ll go away for life.”

  “I love the sound of that,” Tatum replied.

  “I like the sound of you moaning,” Knox replied with a laugh. “You should have heard her last night, Vince. ‘Master, oh Master, more. Oh, please!’”

  He’d raised his voice to a falsetto and Tatum gently slapped his shoulder.

  “Watch it, Vixen,” Knox said. “You’ll earn yourself a punishment.”

  Vince laughed. “I think she earned about twenty of them with the car stunt. If you add too many more, she’ll never get out of the doghouse.”

  “Mind your own business, Vince,” Tatum said with a growl.

  Both men laughed, and Tatum felt warmth spread through her body. Alan was being charged, even if Rodney couldn’t be found. Fred was being released to go home on Monday, and she and Knox had finished moving all her personal items over to his house.

  He told her that they would soon have a collaring ceremony to bind her to him, and her new home.

  Right now she was wearing a beautiful gold choker that Destiney had made for her. It was inlaid with lapis and had a charm on it with entwined Ls. Many people had already complimented her on the new jewelry. Only a few of them knew what it signified.

  One of those people was Margaret, who alternated between being pissed because Tatum had not let her know what was happening, to being thrilled that Tatum was binding herself to Knox.

  “I knew you two would be perfect together,” she’d said. “But you’re a bitch for not calling me about the break-in, or anything else. I hate you sometimes.”

  Tatum hugged Knox closer to her, wishing she could get her lips close to his neck. The vibrations from the motorcycle were sending sweet tendrils of pleasure through her body.

  “Master, I need to fuck.”

  “See, Vince. Sometimes, she thinks she’s in control.”

  “Well, maybe to punish her, you shouldn’t fuck her tonight.”

  “Excellent idea. A perfect punishment.”

  “That punishes you too!” Tatum could hear the childishness in her own voice.

  “Not necessarily,” Knox replied. “You’ve got a great mouth, too.”

  Vince’s evil laugh sent chills up Tatum’s spine.

  “You wouldn’t. Master! Please!”

  “Begging already,” Knox said. “Don’t you love it?”

  Tatum straightened her shoulders as the two men continued to laugh. “You won’t refuse to fuck me. You can’t go without it any more than I can.”

  “We’ll see, Vixen, we’ll see.”

  They made their usual stop at a convenience store outside Espanola. Tatum went inside to buy drinks and snacks while the men topped off the gas tanks. Then, they drove a ways up the road to a rest station.

  The picnic table they chose sat a safe distance off the road, and once they were off the bikes, Knox patted a section of the table.

  “Sit here, Vixen. Keep your ass right on the edge.”

  Once she was seated, Knox opened a package of potato chips, ate one, and then held one out for her. She opened her mouth and he placed it inside. She’d come to love being fed by him. It made her feel warm and wanted. They went through the bag together while Vince sat with his legs stretched out on the long bench, watching them in amusement.

 
“When we get to the house, the first thing you’re going to do is strip,” Knox said. “You’re not allowed to wear a stitch of clothing the whole time we’re there. There’s a table on the deck. You’ll go and lie down on it, spread eagle, and wait for further instructions.”

  “Outside? In the daylight?”

  “Are you arguing with me?”

  “No, Master.”

  “Good. I don’t want to have to repeat myself. And just so you know, you’ll go twenty-four hours without fucking the day we get back, as punishment for your little order back there.”

  “I wasn’t ordering. I was stating a fact.”

  “Forty-eight.” Knox took a pull off a soft drink.

  “Master!”

  “Seventy-two. Would you like to try for more?”

  “No.” Tatum pouted.

  “Good. Behave yourself and I might consider knocking some time off the sentence.”

  He held the bottle up to her mouth and she took a long drink.

  “Let’s go,” Vince said. “We’re burning daylight and my cock’s hard now.”

  “Mine too,” Knox said. “Goes along with someone’s wet pussy. Is your pussy wet, Tatum?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Good. Keep it that way. Make sure you keep pressure on your clit. Enough to keep you wet, but not coming. I like the idea that my little bitch-rider’s wet for me.”

  She grinned. “I’m always wet for you, Master.”

  “Hurry up!” Vince yelled. “Too much teasing gives a guy blue balls.”

  “You? What about me? I’m the one who has to stay wet.”

  “I know,” Vince said. “That idea is keeping me hard.”

  “Me too.” Knox said. “Let’s go. let’s go. And remember, Tatum. Start stripping the minute you get off the bike.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  * * *

  The wooden table felt cold under Tatum’s behind. It was round, and her feet dangled off, her legs spread wide. The sun was starting to set, and the air was turning colder. The breeze cooled her hardened nipples, and her aroused pussy. She wanted to beg for attention, but she knew better.

  Knox would be angry with her if she did. The men were carrying in supplies that they’d brought. She wondered if she’d get to wear any clothes while they were here, or if Knox would keep her naked as he said.