Redemption: A Christmas Romance Novella

by Measha Stone

  “I’m not really the obedient type,” she muttered, making him grin.

  “That’s not entirely true. You just don’t trust enough to actually do it. That will change.” He patted her backside and returned to the items he’d brought with him from the cabinet.

  “And you think tying me down is going to make me trust you?”

  He opened a box, waving away the frosted steam that rose from the cooler. “No, the idea is to take away the distractions so you can learn to trust, because you don’t have much choice,” he said, picking up the chilled toy.

  “What do you have? What is that?” She sounded muffled from the way he had her hanging over the bench, but until she gave this one inch, she wouldn’t get up again.

  He slipped his hand between her thighs, finding her sex. “Hmm, nice and wet.” Her thighs tightened when he found her heat, but he didn’t chastise her for it. She was spread out well enough, she couldn’t get in his way no matter how much she tried. “Does the idea of being a good girl for me make you aroused?” he asked, slipping one finger into her passage.

  She moaned while her pussy gripped his finger. He inserted his middle finger to join his index and twisted his hand until he found the spot. With a bend of his fingers, he found it.

  “Oh fuck,” she groaned with a deep breath.

  “You like this.” He didn’t bother asking. The way she was moving her hips back at him gave him his answer.

  “No, I mean, oh, fuck, no, you shouldn’t—”

  “Of course, I should. There’s nothing wrong with fucking. Nothing wrong with liking the darker shade of things. That’s your hang-up, not mine.” He wiggled his fingers faster and pressed a hand to his own erection when she squealed.

  He removed his fingers, moving them through her folds to her clit and rubbing both fingers over her swollen nub.

  “Yes, oh shit, yes.” She tossed her hair over her head and looked up at him. He lost himself momentarily in her gaze, enjoying the pleasure dancing there.

  He positioned the thick, bulbous head of the icicle at her entrance. “You think there’s shame to be had in your desires. You don’t trust anyone enough to tell them what you really want,” he said, pushing the dildo into her cunt. Inch by inch, he eased the thick rod inside.

  “Oh fuck! That’s cold,” she yelled and wiggled her hips, but there was nowhere for her to go.

  “Ice usually is.” He laughed and finished inserting the dildo. He continued to rub her clit and when she seemed distracted enough by the pleasure mounting with his fingers, he pulled the dildo out only to thrust it back in.

  She cried out, throwing her head back.

  “You like this. My playing with your pussy while you’re strapped down.”

  “No!” She shook her head.

  “Lying will get you put back in the stall. Is that where you want to be?” he asked, twisting the dildo and thrusting harder.

  She grunted, but he saw it for what it was. Frustration. She wanted more than a toy; she wanted the real thing. And she didn’t want him to know about it.

  He rubbed her clit faster, harder.

  “If there’s something else you want, you have to ask. You have to trust I won’t deny you anything you really need,” he said as he continued to pleasure her with the ice dildo. It was already melting, running down his hand, but he wouldn’t stop until she begged him for what she really wanted.

  Her thighs trembled, muscles clenching. She was close. He moved down to his knees behind her. Sliding between her legs, he reached his tongue out and licked her clit. She cried out, and he licked her again and again, stopping now and then to nibble and suck, but then went back to licking her.

  She tasted like fucking heaven and Christmas combined. Nothing could ever compare to this woman bound for him, quivering over him searching out her release. A release that wouldn’t come until she learned.

  “You want to come, pet. I know.” He flicked his tongue again and removed the icicle from her pussy. “But you have to learn the lesson, first.” He got to his feet and presented the phallus-shaped icicle to her lips. “Here.”

  She looked up at him, her forehead wrinkled, her mouth open from her panting.

  “Suck on this, unless you want the real thing. All you have to do is ask, pet. Just ask. Trust me to give you want you need,” he said again.

  Her eyes darted to where his cock pressed against his jeans, and she licked her lips.

  “Suck the ice or suck me. It’s completely your call,” he said.

  A drop of water ran down the dildo and onto his hand. He moved the toy to the other hand and brought the water droplet to her mouth. Without waiting for her answer, he pushed his thumb into her mouth. She closed her lips around him, sucking his finger and rolling her tongue around the tip.

  “I think that’s pretty close to an answer,” he said, jerking his finger back. “Which will it be, pet?”

  “You,” she said. “I want you.”

  He put the dildo away and unbuckled his belt.

  “I was really hoping you’d say that.”

  Seven

  Celeste thought her humiliation complete, but Adam turned out to be more in tune with her than she realized.

  “Let’s get you dressed properly, then you’ll have exactly what you need.” He bent down and unbuckled her wrists and ankles but told her to remain in position. Her pussy ached from the cold of the dildo and the emptiness once it was removed. She hadn’t been lying—she wanted him. She wanted to taste him and feel him and fall into him, if only during this short time.

  After he’d thrashed her, held her, and comforted her, she couldn’t stop the desire to be touched by him. Chalking it up to body chemistry, she decided not to look too deeply into things.

  He’d shoved an ice dildo up her pussy, and she’d loved it. Moreover, he hadn’t judged her for it. He hadn’t ridiculed her. He wanted her to embrace this about herself.

  When he returned, he helped her into a pair of brown-haired leg warmers with black hoof-like feet. He placed a thin leather collar around her neck, giving her an approving smile when she didn’t move or protest. How could she protest? She’d fantasized for so long about having this done, being this helpless, this wanted. Maybe this wasn’t such a nightmare. Maybe she was just fantasizing in her dream.

  “This isn’t a dream, pet. This is absolutely real.” He stroked his hand down her back. “Stand up for me now.”

  She rose to her feet, wincing at the aching muscles of her back from being bent over.

  “How did you know I was thinking that?” she asked as he pushed her hair away from her face and over her shoulders.

  “I can hear you now.” He tapped his temple. “It’s rare, but I’ve heard of it happening. It’s a good sign.” Holding two jingle bells in front of her face, he smiled. “Decorations for your breasts.”

  She crinkled her brow.

  “Jingle bells, so I can hear every move you make when I walk you to the stall. And I can hear them jangling when I ride you.”

  She swallowed her retort, but he laughed anyway.

  “You really have a sharp wit.” He pinched one nipple. “No, don’t move,” he chastised quickly when she tried to jerk back.

  “It’ll hurt.”

  He brought his eyes level with hers. “And you’re going to love it.”

  She opened her mouth, ready to dispute his claim, but he slipped the clamp on and released, sending her mind whirling with the immediate sharp pain.

  “Fuck!” She stomped her foot, having no other real outlet for her displeasure.

  “You have a dirty mouth.” He frowned. “Keep the cursing for when you’re like this, and I won’t punish you for it.”

  She wanted to lash out at him. Rules and punishments. She was an adult, and he wasn’t her keeper. He wasn’t even her date. He was her kidnapper!

  The second bell was placed, and she cursed again. The clamps had teeth; she hated them. But the warmth spreading through her body, down to her pussy, making her
hungrier for him, couldn’t be completely ignored.

  “What are those?” she asked when he started to put something on her head.

  “Antlers. What reindeer wouldn’t have them?” he asked and slid the headband with the large antlers onto her head. Her cheeks flamed, but he was finally done.

  “Last thing.” He pushed a red ball over her nose.

  “You’ve turned me into Rudolph?” she asked sounding almost as miserable as she felt.

  “The nose can come off once you have my cock in your mouth,” he promised, flicking the little switch on the side. The nose lit up, blinking red.

  She groaned.

  “Let me see something.” He stepped closer, wrapping his arm around her waist and holding her side to him.

  His fingers sought out her pussy again, and as soon as he touched her clit, she sucked in her breath.

  “Just like I thought. You’re trying to block me, but I can sense you still. Very strange.” He released her and stepped back again. His brow wrinkled.

  “Just because my body responds—”

  He waved a hand in the air to stop her. “It’s not your body I’m sensing. It’s your heart.” He tapped two fingers between her breasts, against her chest. “Now, be a good reindeer for me and jingle the bells.” His devilish grin returned.

  When she didn’t move, he reached over and flicked the bells hard.

  “Do as I say, and you won’t have any punishments, remember?”

  She nodded.

  “Okay, let’s get into the stall.” He clipped a leash to her collar and yanked her until she was on her hands and knees.

  She crawled behind him, watching his body move. If thing were different, if she wasn’t having the craziest dream of her life she’d definitely want him to be the one holding her reins.

  When he got her inside the stall, he knelt in front of her and cupped her chin, dragging her attention to him again.

  “You aren’t dreaming, pet.” He looked ready to say more, but he stopped himself. “Have you ever told anyone how much you love playing the pet? How much you liked to give over control?” He looked puzzled, like he was trying to access information that he couldn’t quite find. “There were a few things missing in your file,” he said, but more to himself than her.

  “I’ve played—”

  “No, not played with boys and their little floggers and paddles. I mean, have you ever truly opened up and told anyone how much you enjoy this. What’s going on right now?” He reached below her and flicked the bell. A sweet shiver of pain shot through her nipple with the movement, and she closed her eyes to enjoy it privately.

  Except he was in her mind. There was no privacy.

  “N-no. Well. Once. A long time ago.” And it had gone horribly wrong.

  “He laughed,” he said with confidence. Like a new drawer of information had been unlocked for him, and he could see into her again with more clarity.

  She nodded. What else was there to say. He had to know; he seemed to know everything. “Told all your friends, and instead of sticking up for you and staying by your side, they chose to ostracize you. Because you were different, and they wanted to maintain their popularity.”

  Again she nodded, wishing he’d let go of her chin, so she wouldn’t have to stare into those damn amber eyes of his. Just looking into them filled her with a hope she couldn’t have. She’d messed up too many things, had made too many bad decisions.

  “You never let anyone in after that. You never asked for help when you needed it, never told anyone your dreams or your secrets because you thought you were alone.”

  A tear leaked from her eye, and he caught it with his thumb, wiping it away.

  “You’re not alone though.”

  “I am,” she whispered. “There aren’t people like you at home.”

  “Like me?” he asked with a wrinkled brow.

  “Yes.” She didn’t say anything more. He could dive around her mind if he wanted, but she suspected he wasn’t letting himself. He wanted her to say it, but she couldn’t.

  He brought his lips down to hers, pressing his full, warm lips against hers. She moaned at the instant heat spreading through her body. His tongue swept in, deepening the kiss as he gripped her chin harder, not giving her room for a thought of escape.

  When he broke the kiss, he stared down at her with confusion and surprise.

  “I think we’ve gotten off track.” He let her go and rose to his feet. Flicking off the red nose, that had already dislodged from the kiss, he unzipped his jeans and reached inside for his cock.

  Right.

  The lesson.

  Eight

  It wasn’t supposed to happen like that. He operated completely outside the guidelines now. The moment he’d unzipped his pants, he was on his own.

  She licked those pretty lips of hers, though, looking up at him with anticipation. He pushed aside any misgiving he had and stroked his length, bringing his cock to her mouth.

  “Kiss it. Then take it in your mouth, pet,” he said, trying to sound surly, but failing. He could sense her, every fear, every worry seeping into him as well. She was scared he’d pull back at the last second and ridicule her.

  Celeste pressed her puckered lips to the head of his cock, then quickly opened her mouth and took him down. He cursed and grabbed hold of her hair, needing to pull her back. She felt too good. Better than anything he’d ever felt before.

  She wouldn’t be detained; she bobbed down on his cock, sucking him and licking him. It was like she needed him as much as he needed her.

  It unsettled him.

  When she moaned, the vibration nearly shot him into an orgasm.

  “Fuck, pet, fuck.” He gritted his teeth and began to thrust into her throat. He needed to regain control. And she’d opened her mouth beautifully, swallowing when he hit the back of her throat.

  He pulled out of her mouth and took a step back. “I need you,” he said, tearing his shirt off and shoving out of his jeans. “I need to be inside you,” he said, keeping hold of her leash and moving behind her.

  Kneeling behind her, he spread her asscheeks apart and licked his lips. “Such a beautiful woman,” he said.

  She looked over her shoulder at him with a cocky grin. “I thought I was your pet?”

  “You’re both, Celeste. My pet and my woman. You just need one more decoration.” He scrambled back over to his jeans and pulled out the thick candy cane stick he’d stashed there.

  Her eyes widened.

  “What are you going to do with that?” she asked.

  “You’ll see. Do you trust me? Trust that I’ll give you what you want and what you need?”

  She swallowed; her throat worked with the movement. “Yes. I think you will. No, I know you will.” She nodded.

  His chest warmed, and the light in the stable illuminated to a blinding brightness then dulled back to normal. She looked up at it. “What was that?”

  He shook his head. “Nothing to worry about.” He moved back to his position behind her, needing her more now than moments ago.

  He sucked on the end of the peppermint stick until it was good and wet, then pulled her cheeks apart again.

  “Adam—”

  “Don’t fight it, just push back at me. It’s not that thick. You can handle it,” he promised. The size of a medium plug if he eyeballed it right, but still thin enough she could enjoy it.

  He pushed the stick against her tight ring, licking his lips as it disappeared into her tight little ass. “Fuck,” he whispered, and knew he’d fuck her there first chance he had.

  Once it was perfectly in place, and her eyes became fogged with desire, he lined up his cock with her pussy. One thrust. One thrust, and he would be inside her, and it would be done. She’d be his.

  “Adam, don’t make me wait, please. Please.” She pushed back at him. The peppermint offered a light burn that was amping up her arousal. Such a perfect woman.

  He held her hips and drove into her. She cried out but didn’t try
to wiggle away. He pulled back and thrust into her again. Not able to stop now, he drove into her over and over.

  The jingle bells echoed in the stall, only competing with her cries of pleasure and his grunts of restraint. He couldn’t hold off; her pussy was too sweet, too perfect for him.

  He grabbed hold of the peppermint stick and began to thrust it into her ass, fucking her with it while he continued to fuck her pussy.

  “Oh! Fuck! I have to come. Please, can I come? Please?” She begged so prettily, so readily, and with such an open heart.

  “Yes. Come, Celeste come!” He dug his fingers into her hip and drove in her, riding her through her orgasm. His cries of his own release mingled with her screams. Every little pulse of her pussy drew his orgasm out until he was as worn out as she was.

  Finally, the pleasure ebbed, and his breathing fell back under his control. He gently pulled the peppermint stick from her ass and tossed it into the corner of the stall. As he slipped out of her body and his cum dripped from her pussy, he sat back on his heels, watching her.

  The bells rang with every deep breath she took. Her ass remained red from the strapping, and her face was flushed from their fucking.

  He took a ragged breath. She’d trusted him.

  Rising to his feet, he grabbed his jeans and shoved into them.

  “Come, on up, Celeste.” He offered his hand to her and helped her to her feet. Quietly, he removed the collar, the bells, and the antlers. She didn’t make a sound, but her eyes were on him. Constant and centered.

  She worried she’d failed.

  “You did perfect, Celeste,” he promised and kissed her. A softer, gentler kiss this time.

  “Does that mean I get to go home in the morning?” she asked hesitantly. He forced himself not to listen to her thoughts. It wouldn’t be right, not now that she’d finished her training. It had been a fluke that he’d been able to tap into them to begin with.

  “Yes. It does.” He pushed her hair back and kissed the tip of her nose. “You’ll wake up beside your tree in your apartment, and you’ll move on with your life. But it will all be better now. Call your parents. They’ll want to talk with you. There’s money in your bank account. Pay back the company you stole from. There’s no longer a problem with your employment. It’s been fixed. And the studio for your paintings has been rented for a year, already paid in full. Make good decisions. Do the right thing from now on.” He ran his hands over her shoulders, pulling her into his chest.