Redemption

by Jessica Ashe

  “How long have you dreamt about this?” I asked.

  “Years,” she replied.

  “Do you think of this when you touch yourself?”

  “Yes. Always. I always think of you.”

  “Touch yourself now,” I commanded. “Touch yourself and tell me what you’re thinking about.”

  Michelle closed her eyes and lowered her hand down to the swollen bud at the top of her wet slit. She slid her fingers between her lips to get them wet and then started slowly rubbing her clit. She took a deep breath in and let it out in a loud, but slow groan. Little gasps followed as she started rubbing herself faster. I couldn’t resist thrusting inside her, my cock pulsing as I watched Michelle get herself off.

  “What am I doing to you?” I asked. “Tell me what you’re thinking about.”

  “You’ve pushed me down onto my knees,” she said softly, between short breaths. “Making me suck you.”

  I hadn’t been expecting that. She got off on sucking my cock? That could prove an added bonus.

  “Keep going.”

  “You’re forcing your cock into my mouth, but I can’t fit it all in. You’re annoyed so you pick me up and throw me onto the bed.”

  “You like men treating you rough?” I asked, gyrating my hips and thrusting my cock deep inside her.

  She shook her head. “Only you. I like surrendering myself to you. You’re making me get on all fours on the bed,” she said, continuing her fantasy. Her fingers were moving furiously now, slipping around her wet clit and occasionally moving between her folds.

  “You like getting fucked from behind?”

  She smiled and nodded. “You think you’re punishing me, but I love it. I always come when you fuck me from behind.”

  I reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling it away from her clit. She opened her eyes, and went back to grinding her hips on top of me, desperate not to lose the sensation.

  “Show me,” I said. “Get on all fours. Now.”

  Michelle looked directly into my eyes as she slowly raised herself up onto her knees until my cock had left the wet heaven of her tight sex. She turned around and fell down to her elbows, presenting her ass to me ready for the taking.

  I got on my knees and easily reentered her soaking wet pussy. My hands took a firm hold of her ass cheeks, leaving finger marks in her skin, as I pushed my cock all the way inside her. One hand moved gradually up her back until I reached her hair. My fingers took a firm grip and I pulled gently tugging her head back.

  Michelle let out an animalistic groan and then yelled “fuck yes.” I hadn’t been expecting that, but I took pleasant surprises at face value.

  “Is this what you wanted?” I asked.

  “Yes,” she said, panting hard now.

  “You like being fucked hard?”

  “Harder,” she said. “I want it harder.”

  I pulled her hair again and thrust harder. “You want this thick cock pounding your tight little pussy?”

  “Oh God, Oliver, keep going.”

  “You’re so fucking tight. I’m not going to last much longer.”

  “I’m coming,” she moaned. Her hands grasped around helplessly looking for a pillow, but in the end she just buried her head in the sheets to muffle her loud scream. Her body shook and I couldn’t hold out any longer.

  “Fuck, Michelle. I’m going to come so fucking hard.” I thrust inside her one final time and shook as I emptied myself into the condom.

  I reluctantly pulled my cock out of her and threw the condom in the bin, before laying down next to an utterly exhausted Michelle.

  “You know what this means right?” I asked Michelle.

  “I don’t even know where to start,” she replied, still panting heavily.

  “It means for the first time this summer you’ve probably had a more energetic day than Maisie.”

  “I’m not sure having sex once is quite the same as a day playing rugby.”

  “No, but who says you’re only having sex once today?”

  I fought the urge to fall asleep. My eyes kept closing as I lay on my side with Oliver spooning me, his large arm draped around me. My body was ready for a full eight hours of sleep, even though it was early in the afternoon. I’ve earned some rest, it told me. Let me go to sleep.

  I think I managed to stay awake, although every time I looked at the clock by the bed another twenty minutes had passed. We’d have to leave soon to pick up Maisie and Shaun, but the last thing I wanted was to move from this position.

  God only knows what Oliver thought of me now. He must think I'm some kind of sex freak. I touched myself on his command and told him how I liked it rough. That wasn’t usually how I had sex.

  I’d never been handled roughly before by any lovers. I’d wanted to, but never felt comfortable telling them that. But with Oliver that was all I could ever think about. Even as a naive and innocent sixteen year-old I’d imagined letting him dominate me, although I had no idea what that entailed at the time.

  I probably shouldn’t have been quite so honest with him, but the words had come out so easily. I’d sat on his cock, touching myself, and couldn’t hold back. It had been worth it. Oliver wasn’t the type to lay on his back and let the woman do all the work anyway; once I let him take over, he’d responded with a furious passion that still had my sex pulsating and wanting more.

  Oliver yawned and pulled the bed sheet down to reveal my naked body and the scar on my arm. I tried to pull the bed sheet back up for cover, but he grabbed my wrist and stopped me.

  “It’s too comfortable under there,” he said. “I’m going to fall asleep and we need to leave in about half an hour. Besides I want to look at you.”

  I kept my back to him, but I could feel his eyes staring at me. He’d be looking at my arm. Examining the burn marks. It was a bit late to feel self-conscious now I suppose. Oliver’s fingers touched the top of my hand and then started moving slowly up my arm. I froze, every muscle in my body stiff as he reached the burnt skin. His fingers stopped, but just as I started to relax he moved them up my arm and touched me. His fingers were on the layer of scar tissue at the top of my arm.

  That part of my arm was numb and there was little sensation on the skin, but I still shook, a shiver running down my spine, as I let Oliver explore the part of me that was untouched by any man.

  His fingers moved around the edges of the small crevices that felt like huge craters to my overly paranoid mind. Once he had explored every nook, his palm came to rest on my arm and his lips kissed my neck. I wasn’t quite ready to relax, but it felt a hell of a lot better to know he wasn’t looking at it anymore.

  “If we’re going to keep this up,” I said, “we’re going to have to tell Maisie and Shaun.”

  “In that case, we’d better tell them soon. Because I don’t have the patience to sneak around any longer.”

  “How do you think Shaun will take the news? I haven’t really been able to figure him out.”

  “He’ll be happy, I think. I’m more of a brother to him than anything else, so I doubt he’ll give it much thought. I’m more concerned about Maisie.”

  “She thinks the world of you,” I said. “But I suppose that could be the problem. You’ve been like family to her. She might think this is weird.”

  “We should tell them together,” Oliver said. “Come to think of it, Maisie and Shaun will be relatively straightforward. My mom won’t say much and it’s not like we’re close anyway. I don’t even know my father. It’s your parents that could be the problem.”

  “Mom will be fine,” I said. “She’s never met you, so it’s not like she thinks of you as part of the family. Dad on the other hand…”

  “Yeah, your Dad’s never really taken to me.”

  “He probably noticed the way I used to look at you eight years ago. He’s not really in a position to talk about relationships, given the way he left my mom with nothing, but he’s bound to say that what we have is wrong.”

  “It is wrong,” Oliver s
aid, as he resumed kissing my neck. “Very wrong.” He kissed me again. “You might even say it’s naughty.”

  I gasped quietly as his hand moved to my breast and a finger began circling my nipple. “Yes,” I said. “It’s wrong. What we’re doing is naughty. Very naughty.”

  “Forbidden,” Oliver said, squeezing my breast firmly. His cock stiffened as he pressed it against me. I parted my legs as his hand went down from my breast to my sex, where his fingers felt the dampness between my legs. He suddenly disappeared from behind me, but returned seconds later with his cock sheathed. Oliver wrapped an arm around me as he guided his cock inside me.

  I held on to the edge of the bed for support as he rubbed my clit in time with the slow thrusts of his thick cock, which stretched my sex to its limit. It was the kisses and gentle bites on my neck that sent me over the edge.

  An awkward conversation with Maisie loomed in the near future, but this made it all worth it. Oliver already knew me better than any other man ever had. He’d explored the two most intimate parts of my body and I’d never felt happier.

  I came effortlessly this time, and only the fact that we had to get out of bed stopped it from being the perfect afternoon. There was plenty of time for that. We had the whole summer to enjoy each other, and I had many more fantasies that Oliver could help make a reality.

  June 2007

  “Congratulations, mate,” Gary said, slamming his hand down on my back. “Youngest player ever to play for England. That’s one hell of an achievement.”

  “I’ve not played for England yet,” I replied. “I just got called up to the squad.”

  “You’re going to play. I guarantee it. I’m so fucking proud of you man.”

  “Thanks Gary.”

  A few of my teammates had thrown a surprise party to celebrate the news of my call-up to the England team. We had training tomorrow, so alcohol was supposed to be off limits, but the manager turned a blind eye tonight. It wasn’t every day a player got selected to play for England—certainly not at the age of eighteen—and it reflected well on the club as a whole.

  When young players were choosing which club to sign for, West London R.F.C. could say “come and play here like Oliver Cornish did and you can go on to play for England.” For a player with ambition, that would mean more than a fat salary.

  Most people at the party had a few drinks in them at this stage, and there was plenty of noise; enough for Gary and I to have a private conversation. I motioned him over to the corner and he reluctantly followed. He always tried to avoid this conversation, but tonight I didn’t give him a choice.

  “Have you heard from Carl?” I asked. I hadn’t heard anything from him since I started handing over twenty percent of my salary, but the silence had been far from comforting.

  “Yeah,” Gary said quietly. “He’s been in touch.”

  “He wants more money?”

  “I don’t know what he fucking wants to be honest. He’s just reminding me he’s in control. That he can destroy my life at any minute if I step out of line.”

  “If he tries to blackmail you again—”

  “I’ll go to the police. I’ve had enough of this shit. I’ll give him my salary, but that’s it. I’m not going to ruin things for you guys by throwing a game.”

  “Okay. Just let me know if he—”

  “Shit,” Gary said, looking over my shoulder. “Speak of the devil. Look outside.”

  I turned to look through the glass and saw a familiar face outside the window. It was one of Carl’s henchmen. The one who always collected the money from me every week. Wayne, I think his name was.

  “We can’t be seen with him,” I said to Gary. I caught the eye of Wayne and motioned for him to go round the corner. “Let me deal with him.”

  “Fuck that,” Gary replied. “I’m coming with you.”

  We spoke loudly about needing to get some fresh air, and then snuck outside and went to meet Wayne.

  “The boss wants to speak to you,” he said to me, once we’d caught up with him.

  “We’ll both go,” Gary said.

  “No. The boss just wants Cornish.”

  “It’s okay, Gary. I can handle this.”

  I knew Gary wanted nothing more than to hit him. Gary had enough pent up rage at this point that he could have destroyed Wayne with his fists and taken any other henchman along with him. But Gary had a child to protect; a child that Carl had threatened on a number of occasions already.

  I accompanied Wayne to a nearby park where Carl was waiting for me on a bench. This didn’t look at all discrete to me, but it was dark and there didn’t appear to be anyone else nearby. It would have to do; it’s not like I had a choice in the matter.

  “Congratulations on your call up to the England team,” Carl said. Countless people had already said those words to me tonight, but none had made it sound so vile.

  “What do you want?” I asked. “You have your money.”

  “Yes, about that... “

  “I’m not paying you any more. You get 20% for doing jack shit. You should count yourself lucky.”

  “I’m a realistic man, Mr. Cornish. I know what I am; I’m a criminal. The thing with criminals is they’re never satisfied. They always want more.”

  “You’re not getting any.”

  “Don’t worry, I’m not going to take any more of your salary. I have much bigger plans in mind. It strikes me that you may have quite a big role to play in the upcoming World Cup. From what I’ve heard, you’re going straight into the team as fly-half.”

  “So what if I am? I don’t get paid for playing for England, so there’s no more money for you to take.”

  “True, true. But the English are optimistic about their chances at this World Cup, and you know what the English do when they get excited about something? They gamble on it. Nasty habit really, but who am I to judge?”

  “Is there a point to all this?”

  “You’re a man who likes to get straight to the point. Okay, fair enough. During the World Cup, I am going to give you instructions about what to do during certain games and you’re going to follow through. Nothing too major. Just miss a difficult kick now and again. No one will even notice.”

  “I’ve already told you, you can’t blackmail me. You can threaten me all you like; I’m not going to do your bidding.”

  “Gary used to say that. Then I reminded him of all the nasty things that could happen to him and his family. Do you know how easy it is sabotage a car so that it breaks down at high speed? Scary stuff.”

  “I don’t have a family,” I replied. “And you can do what you want to me. I’m not going along with it. Now, if there’s nothing else...” I stood up and started to walk away. Wayne went to block my path, but he must have received a signal from Carl because he moved out of the way again.

  “Don’t make any rash decisions, Mr. Cornish. I’ll be in touch.”

  I walked off and didn’t look back. I had no idea what I was going to do, but I knew one thing for certain; I wasn’t about to betray my country by taking a bribe during the World Cup. Nothing could make me do that. Nothing.

  -*-

  I woke up from a nap to a banging at my door. My first thought was that I had a visitor from Carl, but then I heard Gary’s voice.

  “Olly, you home? Olly?”

  I threw on some shorts and ran downstairs to find a panicked looking Gary at the bottom of the stairs with his son Shaun standing by his side.

  “Sorry, I was asleep,” I said through a yawn. “What’s up?”

  “Can you look after Shaun for a few hours tonight?”

  “Sure, no problem. You doing anything exciting?”

  “You could say that.” Gary leaned closer to speak to me without Shaun overhearing. “I’m going to the police. I’m going to report what’s been going on. I’ve had enough, Olly. I know I might end up in prison over this, but it can’t go on forever.”

  I nodded and motioned for Shaun to come inside. “Good luck, mate,” I
said, shaking his hand. “It’s the right thing to do.”

  I couldn’t deny feeling a touch relieved. If Gary reported Carl, then he wouldn’t be able to threaten me any longer. Shaun had brought a Nintendo DS with him, so we took turns playing on that. He loved watching me play, although I suspected that was largely because I was terrible at the game, and he found it amusing.

  When Shaun fell asleep on the sofa, I looked at the time and realized how late it was. Gary must have been giving the police all the details. There was a chance they would want to hold him overnight, but it seemed unlikely. He wasn’t exactly a flight risk.

  I saw lights in the driveway, followed shortly after by a knock at the door. I didn’t wake Shaun in case Gary wanted to carry him out to the car while he was still asleep.

  “How did it go?” I asked as I opened the door. It wasn’t Gary. Two police officers stood in front of me.

  “Mr. Cornish, my name is Officer Brett and this is Officer Thompson. May we come in?”

  “Listen, I’m happy to give my side of the story, but how about I come to the station tomorrow morning. I have a kid to look after right now.”

  The officer frowned. “I’m not sure what you mean, sir. Are you looking after Shaun Williams?’

  “Yes. Why?”

  “Sir, we need to speak to Shaun. I’m afraid his dad has been involved in a car accident.”

  A week passed before Oliver and I finally got the opportunity to tell Maisie and Shaun about our relationship. We probably could have told them sooner, but there was some fun to be had in sneaking around, at least until it got in the way of us having sex.

  One evening we took them both to an American restaurant chain for dinner because Maisie was complaining about the lack of melted cheese and bacon which usually formed part of her meals back home.

  We agreed that I would take the lead in telling them, because Maisie was the bigger risk. I honestly had no idea how she would react. She could be pleased for us, but it was more likely she would be a bit freaked out. Her brother and her sister were dating; that wasn’t something every teenager went through, but Maisie had coped with worse.