Redemption [Book 3]

by Kate Benson

  Chapter Three

  Adam

  A low, breathy huff leaves her chest as I set her on her feet. Her blue eyes are hooded, desire staining her entire body.

  She’s fucking perfect.

  I give the belt a slight tug as I bend to press my lips to hers softly, her lashes fluttering just slightly as I pull away. I release her wrists from the leather and slip my hand in hers, both of us enraptured.

  “Come,” I whisper, leading her out.

  We return to the main floor, more than one set of eyes falling on her when we emerge making me clench the belt in my palm. A few eyes move to me, the surprise of seeing someone like me out, especially in a place like this, having faded long ago. I’d been diligent in obtaining complete reassurance that every person that stepped into this building was responsible for signing a nondisclosure agreement, same as me. I know my privacy will be respected here just as it had always been. However, the surprise of seeing me with a companion is another story.

  I’ve been coming here for years, but when I stepped into these walls all the times before, it was purely to act out a scene and leave.

  I never spoke to anyone.

  I never asked questions.

  I never even fucked them.

  I was simply filling a need and offering the same to those without masters of their own.

  I damn sure never brought a woman in here with me.

  Isabella has changed all of that.

  Isabella has changed everything.

  As the weight of the thought hits me, I swallow hard, not out of nerves, but from emotion.

  If you’d told me four months ago that the woman who slammed into me at the office and ruined my favorite tie would have such an impact on me, I might have laughed in your face. I didn’t let people get close. I certainly didn’t make a habit out of casually fucking my employees, but Bella has become the exception.

  Not just in my bed, but in everything.

  She’s become the absolute center of my universe.

  To say I love her is an understatement. My feelings of complete adoration for her are so far beyond love, bordering on a soul shattering obsession, I often find myself overwhelmed. While that truth had become clear the day she stormed out of the conference room, I haven’t vocalized anything yet. Those words have never been particularly easy for me to say, but I’ve tried my best to convey it every day since in all the other ways I can.

  The feel of her fingertips grazing the inside of my wrist, clamping onto our clasped hands and following me closer brings me back to earth. Her touch radiates through me, my throat still thick as we come to a slow stop at the far-right side of the room.

  I lead her along the edge of the viewing wall letting her watch a few of the scenes playing out. Slowly, we move from one window to the next, my gaze moving back to her each time before continuing my slow and calculated steps. When her eyes linger more intently at one room, she gives me another peek into her natural submission and my eyes grow even heavier with need for her. I pull her forward, settling her in front of me. I rest one hand possessively on her neck, the other falling low on her waist, caressing her skin as I strategically position her to both block the view of her from the other couples and help her get a better glimpse inside.

  It’s a mild scene, much like one I played out with her in the toy room the week before. I consider moving on from it, but at second glance, I reconsider. It might be perfect for tonight’s purposes and maintaining my word of starting her off slow here.

  The sub inside is bent over a stool, both wrists bound to the legs. Her master moves around her slowly, prolonging the anticipation for them both before finally reaching for a paddle on the opposite wall and rubbing it over her skin. She and Isabella shudder slightly with heady suspense in time. When the sharp clap of the paddle finally rings in the air, her mouth falls open with a quiet gasp, thighs clenching together.

  My palm moves from her waist, slowly sliding down her front to tease the lace between her legs. She purrs beneath my touch, her breath quickening as I bend to find her ear.

  “Do you like that, kitten?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” she admits, her low pant moving into a whimper as I trace her lips through the lace, humming in approval when I find it soaked.

  I keep my firm grip on her neck as I slowly begin massaging her, a light slap between her thighs coming with every smack of his paddle against her skin. On the fourth swing, Bella’s hands find the edge of my jacket and clenches it into her fists, releasing a breathy whimper meant only for me. I discreetly slip my hand beneath the lace, her arousal covering my fingers as I slide them inside. Her eyelashes flutter slightly as I work her over, her breathing going erratic. When she begins to become aware of the others nearby, I see her tense up and tightly grip the hair at the nape of her neck.

  “Relax, little one,” I husk. “Focus on me.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she pants, giving me a gentle nod, her frame softening back into mine a moment later.

  “Very good,” I whisper, my tongue darting out to taste her skin before I release my grip on her throat to take her hand in mine. “Come.”

  We slip into a private room, locking the door behind us. I don’t miss her surprise when she finds only a thickly padded chair inside the small booth, a small collection of toys in a chest on one wall and a black window.

  “Where’s the bed, Sir?” she asks, her eyebrows quirking together.

  “We won’t be needing a bed while we’re here,” I explain, removing my jacket and hanging it on a hook behind the door, rolling my sleeves up before trading out my belt for a crop.

  She glances down at it for a moment, biting her lip before moving her eyes back to mine.

  “Do all the rooms have these things?” she asks, nodding toward the wall.

  “I don’t know, but this room and everything in it belongs to me,” I say, taking a step forward and slowly sliding the crop up her arm, coming to a stop at her chin as I angle her gaze to mine. “Including you.”

  A tremble moves through her, silently pleasing me. I hold her in place as I hit the light switch, the room going black before illuminating once more, the room we’d just been viewing on the main floor opening into the wide, black window near the door. A gasp leaves her as her eyes stray for a moment.

  “How did you know which room I’d want?”

  “I didn’t,” I admit, the sudden lick of the crop on her stomach pulls her eyes back immediately. “I own a room on every row. Now quiet down, little one,” I command low, my voice dripping with authority.

  She gives me a nod, correcting herself as I slowly make my way around her small frame, turning her to give her a better view of the other room. The sub has been gagged and hogtied, her body still balanced on the small stool as her Dom holds her hair in both fists, claiming her ruthlessly.

  Bella’s breathing goes shallow, a small whimper leaving her chest before she can catch it. The sharp sting of the crop between her thighs makes her bite her lip before her eyes go soft in silent apology.

  She rights herself and my hand moves to the afflicted spot to soothe her in approval. I glance over my shoulder, taking them in before I return my gaze to hers, taking her chin in my palm and hovering over her lips.

  “Is that how you want to be fucked, darling?” I ask quietly, holding her gaze. “Do you want me to tie you up and use your tight little ass for all the world to see?”

  She swallows hard, her eyelashes fluttering slightly as she stares back at me.

  “I want you to use me however you see fit, Sir,” she rasps.

  Her words pull a low growl from my chest, my cock throbbing as I press it against her stomach.

  “Good girl,” I croon, tasting her lips with my tongue. “But we won’t be doing that tonight, princess.”

  She releases a small sigh of relief as
I run my nose up the hollow of her throat, inhaling her feminine scent. As I grip the crop in both hands, caging her in against my chest, I feel myself growing drunk on her arousal.

  She grips the center of the crop as it settles behind her, presenting herself to me as I lower my gaze to her heaving chest. I raise one palm from the crop, willing her to stay in place as I yank the lace down and close my mouth down over her nipple, pulling a breathy whimper from her.

  “Stay,” I command as my other hand leaves the crop and I reach between us, clenching the front of her lace panties in my fist. I twist them roughly until they rip as I lap at her skin, the fabric clinging to one thigh before I yank it away completely.

  I lower to my knees in front of her, teasing her slit with my tongue. I look up to find her eyes already on mine, her chest heaving. I wrap my lips around her clit and suck hard, biting onto her lip. It pulls a gasp from her as I reach behind her, taking the crop from her grasp. I run the handle between her cheeks and come to a slow stop at her opening, teasing her with it before sliding it inside, watching her mouth fall open. I slowly work the handle into her, my tongue lapping at her as her pussy begins to drip with need. My palm slides up the back of her thigh, clenching the dip below her ass hard as I suck her bare lips into a frenzy, her hand shaking with arousal as she traces my fingers, lingering over the band she’d slid onto it.

  She’s panting uncontrollably, the sounds of savage fucking, low bass and my tongue on her cunt filling the room along with it.

  “Daddy…” she moans as she instinctively grinds her hips greedily into my mouth, her fingers twitching with the insatiable desire to touch me but knowing better than to move. “Please, Daddy.”

  I give her ass a sharp smack as I stare up at her.

  “No, princess,” I husk, watching her bite her lip hard, staving off her orgasm. “Not yet.”

  I pull the crop from her, running my tongue between her legs as she trembles. I rise, towering over her, content when I find her at the edge, ready to plummet at my command.

  “Open,” I hum, tapping the drenched handle against her chin, watching her obey. “Now suck.”

  Her tongue darts out over the tip before she closes her mouth over the leather, eyes heavy as she watches my gaze fall on her lips. Her cheeks hollow just slightly as she works her way back up, pulling another low growl from me.

  “Good girl,” I whisper, my hand on her waist turning her away from the window as I back away, standing in front of the chair. “Get my belt, kitten.”

  She moves toward the hook holding my things and retrieves it, folding it in half and presenting it to me once more. Her eyes are heavy, filled with desperation and falter from my eyes when she turns back to find me removing my shirt and lying it over the toy chest beside me. I take the belt from her hands and slide it over her shoulders, gripping it at her throat and pulling her closer, making her tremble with anticipation as she releases a low mewl. I stare into her, gripping her ass cheek before swatting it hard enough to pull a low hiss from her lips.

  “You’ve made a mess, darling,” I whisper, holding her eyes. “Clean me up,” I husk against her mouth, my pleasure building as her tongue immediately sweeps over my chin. She’s panting, the taste of her cunt on her lips pulling me to bend and greedily run my mouth over her jaw. I take a few steps back, leading her to the chair before I pull away, holding her eyes. “Take these off,” I order, pulling her hand to the waist of my pants.

  Her eyes dance when she pushes the fabric away, my thick cock swollen with the need to take her. I twist the belt in my hand, sliding the leather into the clasp and carefully closing it over her neck as she lowers. Her lips fall open as she slides the tight boxer briefs I’m wearing low, her tongue slipping out to wet her swollen red lips.

  “That’s not for your mouth,” I whisper, smearing her lipstick with my thumb before giving the belt a gentle tug, pulling her back up my front. “Not tonight, angel.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she manages, watching me take the seat behind me and pull her into my lap to straddle me.

  I tease her for a moment longer, my grip on the belt still firm when I finally push inside her deep, her voice strangled on a cry of relief.

  “Hmm,” I hum, shoving back inside, my free hand resting on her shoulder to hold her in place. “Let go, baby. Show Daddy how good he makes that cunt feel.”

  “Oh, my God!” she finally cries out, her hands gripping onto my chest in desperation. “Ada-” she slips, catching herself and biting her lip when I tighten my hold on the belt in warning. “Fuck!”

  Her perfectly manicured fingernails dig into my skin as she falls hard onto my shaft, taking me all at once. It steals her breath and she releases a loud huff that washes over my skin, stealing mine in return. I release my grip on the leather, reaching for her hands and holding them in one of my own, sliding them behind her back as I taste her skin, my own carnal desires taking over. When I release her hands, she moves them to my knees and I sink another inch lower into the chair, finding her stilettos and gripping the heels, using them to shove into her as hard as she can take. She starts clenching around me, delicious Italian filth flying from her parted lips taking me right along with her. When I find her hanging right off the edge of her orgasm, I reach for the back of her neck and pull her eyes back to mine.

  As she begins to cry out, I wrap her long hair around my fist and feel her clenching around me as I slam my mouth into hers, shoving my tongue passed her lips as I fuck her ruthlessly.

  “Come, Bella,” I order. “Come for the one who owns you.”

  Chapter Four

  Isabella

  I wake in his bed and can tell by the skyline that it’s much later than usual. I release a long, sleepy yawn and roll over onto my back, disappointed but not surprised when I find his side of the bed already empty. I trace the folds in the sheets, savoring in the reminder of how he feels lying beside me, holding me close to his chest.

  I don’t remember coming back here last night.

  The last thing I remember is Adam lifting my spent body from the chair, my limbs sluggish with exhaustion as I clung to him for support. I recall him dressing me in fresh panties before sliding his suit jacket onto my arms and securing it around my shoulders. The gentle reminder of his grip on me as he lifted me into his arms lingers, my body tingling at the memory of him wrapping my legs around his waist and carrying me out a side entrance to where his car was already waiting.

  I release a low hum of contentment with the thought as I stretch my arms over my head, the delicious reminder of last night radiating between my thighs. I glance around and lift slowly, rubbing my eyes clear of my post-sleep haze. I yawn and as I cover my mouth, I feel the band press against my lips, the sentimentality of Adam giving it to me warming me once more. I’m getting lost in the very thought of us when I hear quiet movement in the kitchen. The smell of coffee brewing and the promise of food infiltrates my thoughts, pulling me carefully from his bed.

  Unsure if we’re alone, I slip on my robe as I leave the bathroom and pad into the kitchen, smiling when I see him at the counter in low hung sweats.

  “Good morning, darling,” he smiles when he hears me enter, one hand extending while the other continues to stir batter as I round the counter and step inside the massive kitchen beside him. I tuck myself under his arm and smile as he pulls me close, pressing his lips to my messy hair. “How did you sleep?”

  “Really, really good,” I hum, wrapping my arms around his waist and tucking myself into his bare chest, inhaling his scent. “I’m sorry I slept in so late today. If you’d woken me, I would have been happy to cook you something.”

  “You needed the rest and I’m happy to make you breakfast,” he insists sweetly. “Besides, I haven’t been up for very long, either. I got a call from the office about an hour ago or I’d probably still be sleeping myself.”

  “You d
on’t have to work today, do you?” I ask, prompting him to shake his head, his arm lowering from my shoulders to rest low on my waist.

  “No, baby,” he promises. “I’ve got a couple of hours of work to do here and we can go to your apartment if you like.”

  “Thank you,” I smile, kissing his jaw and moving slowly toward the coffee pot. “Do you need any help with anything?”

  “No, thank you. I don’t need anything more than your company,” he shakes his head once more. “I’ll be done in a few minutes. Just get yourself some coffee, sit down and relax while you wake up.”

  “Okay, if you’re sure,” I say, reaching for his coffee cup to refill it while I pour myself a cup of my own.

  “Thank you,” he says, watching me as I slowly slip onto the stool beside him, my eyebrows scrunching together at the slight discomfort. “What’s the matter, pumpkin? Is your pussy sore?” he asks, his blunt words making me blush. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he smirks, pouring batter into the waffle iron and setting the bowl to the side before moving to the sink to wash his hands. Once he’s dried them, he reaches for the jar of coconut oil in the pantry, taking a small amount out with his fingers. “Come here.”

  I slip from the stool and make my way over to him, resting my hand on the crook of his elbow as he gently tugs the sash on my robe open.

  “Take this off, baby. No one else is here,” he orders, watching me slip it off and set it onto the island. He nudges my feet apart and rubs the oil between my legs, massaging it into my skin until I’m lightheaded despite the ache. His eyes move to mine, dancing in a combination between amusement at my reaction and his own arousal. “I’d better take it easy on you today,” he sighs, giving me a chaste kiss before releasing me and reaching into the freezer, pulling a soft ice pack out and pressing it between my legs. “Here. Ice it for a little while. Let me get some food in you and then I’ll run us a warm bath. A good soak will do you some good.”

  “Grazie, papa,” I whisper against his lips, kissing him once more.