Redemption

  “What are you doing?”

  I looked up into my bathroom mirror at Dean, who was staring down at my toothpaste. I was confused. “What do you mean?”

  He pointed at the tube in my hand. “You didn’t just squeeze that from the middle, did you?”

  Not catching on straight away, I stared at him. “What in the hell are you talking about?”

  Dean sighed. “You’re squeezing the toothpaste from the middle instead of the bottom.”

  I laughed. “Yes. What of it?”

  Dean shook his head. “It’s not the right way to squeeze toothpaste.”

  Now it was really time for the laughter to erupt. Was he being serious? “Not the right way to squeeze toothpaste?”

  He shook his head. “No. You should do it from the bottom.”

  Just to be childish, I squeezed more out from the middle.

  Dean tutted. “Oh, come on, Tyler. Now you’re just being silly.”

  I gasped. “Being silly? Me being silly?!” I shrieked. “Do you know how many times I had to turn the toilet roll around the right way in my house?”

  “I don’t know. How many?”

  I frowned. “I don’t know, but it was a lot! And now you have the gall to tell me how to squeeze my own toothpaste?”

  Dean marched over and turned the toilet paper round the wrong way, so I walked over to him and squeezed some of the toothpaste onto his chest.

  Dean sighed. “Do you feel better now?”

  I walked around him and turned the toilet paper the right way before looking back at him. “Now I do.”

  With a raised eyebrow, Dean stalked towards me. With a finger, he swiped at a little of the toothpaste on his chest and placed it into his mouth. Then he swiped at the remaining toothpaste and slowly smeared it across the part of my chest which was exposed.

  I didn’t know why having toothpaste smeared all over me turned me on so much, but here I was, my knees trembling with need. I didn’t fucking care about the toilet paper anymore, let alone the toothpaste. I just wanted Dean.

  Bending down, Dean poked out his tongue and licked his way up from my chest to my mouth. My breathing became heavy as his tongue seductively licked around my lips. I could immediately smell and taste the mint on his breath as his tongue continued its agonizing assault. I knew the power that tongue possessed and I suddenly had this aching need to have it all over me.

  “You don’t realize just how fucking sexy you are, Tyler. But when you’re insubordinate, it takes every bit of willpower not to take you over my knee and spank you like the little girl you are right now.”

  I felt my nostrils flare a little. “Insubordinate? Me?” I backed away a little, but Dean placed a finger inside my top and pulled me forward.

  “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” His eyes travelled over my face before meeting my eyes again. My legs suddenly felt wobbly under his intense, longing stare. How could just one look from him render me incapable of speech? Incapable of anything?

  Everything about Dean screamed power. Screamed dominance. Although I tried my level best at being a woman every other woman out there would be proud of, I failed miserably when it came to Dean.

  “You’re being an arse.” Yes, well, no one would ever say I got ten points for originality.

  Dean raised his eyebrow. “An arse?”

  I folded my arms like a child. “Yes. An arse.”

  Dean grabbed my arms and pushed them away. “Don’t ever put any barriers in front of what is mine, Tyler. I will always win.”

  My eyes widened. “You little—”

  He placed his finger on my lips. “Don’t say what you might end up regretting later on. I would hate to see you sitting on your knees for the next few days because you’re peachy bottom’s so sore.”

  Placing my hand on his chest, I pushed Dean up against the wall. “Don’t mess with me, Dean, because I don’t think you’ll like it if you do.”

  He looked at me with those damn sultry, hooded eyes of his. “Hmm, how aggressive.”

  I stepped back. “Aggressive? Me?” Dean nodded with a smile, so I grabbed some tissues, wiped myself off, and stomped into the bedroom. Dean watched while I went through my wardrobe.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Patience.”

  I went through all my stuff, but all my summer things were at the forefront. I knew what I was looking for, but I’d be damned if I remembered where I put it.

  Pulling all my things away from a pile, I finally found it. Smiling, I pulled it out and put it on. Dean stood there, a smile plastered on his face. I put the hood up and pointed at the bed.

  “Get on the bed. Face forward. Don’t fucking look at me because I will punish you.” I said it in the deepest voice I could muster. By now, Dean was laughing his head off. Then he suddenly stopped and looked at me, and I knew what he was planning on next.

  With a sprint, I ran around my bed. “No, you don’t!” I shouted, jumping on my bed and jumping off the other side, Dean in pursuit. No doubt he would catch me in a fraction of a second.

  In no time at all, Dean grabbed me, pulling me towards him. I laughed and turned to face him. With a free hand, I smeared the rest of the toothpaste over his chest.

  Dean looked down, then back up at me. He licked his lips and gave me a reproachful stare. “Tyler, Tyler, Tyler… You are a glutton for punishment, aren’t you?”

  With one quick tug, he had the hoodie off me and my front sprawled across his knee like a five-year-old. I felt his hand come down and in one swift move, he slapped me across the bottom. I should have felt angry and degraded by this, but I was Tyler O’Shea, the woman who invited a stranger into her house and let them spank her and fuck her within an inch of her life.

  “Are you going to say sorry to me, Tyler?”

  I tried to pout, even though my pussy was throbbing more than ever. Why did he have to go and spank me like that? He knew my weakness, and he was using it to his full advantage.

  “I only wished I had more toothpaste.”

  He spanked me again, causing me to yelp. “Wrong answer, Tyler.”

  I sighed. “You know, the local supermarket actually has a two for one deal on toothpaste. Maybe I should take advantage of that tomorrow.” He spanked me again. All I could do was shut my eyes and savor every moment of the feeling he gave me. I was like a wanton hussy.

  “Tyler, my patience is running thin. Are you going to apologize, or am I going to have to resort to tougher measures?”

  I closed my eyes. Dean knew exactly what the answer to that was. I’d take on his punishment and then some.

  “I think it’s even the kind of toothpaste which has whitening in it. You know the ones I mean.”

  I felt his hand crash against my backside again before he flipped me over and threw me on the bed. He stood there for a while and I stared at him. He looked like a cross between angry and horny, and what a fucking combination. Just one look. That was all it took.

  With my hands on the bed, I pushed myself further up and away from Dean. “Boy, do we look angry,” I teased.

  Dean inhaled and his chest stood out, aching to be touched. And he spoke about me not realizing how sexy I was?

  “You have no fucking idea, Tyler.” He looked me up and down, then did the one thing that completely and utterly did me in. He licked his lips. “Time for your next punishment.”

  I raised my eyebrow at him, seductively stroking my leg from my calf all the way up my thigh until I reached my breast. “Oh, really? And what might that b—”

  Dean pounced on me. Grabbing my wrists, he pinned me to the bed and pressed his groin into me. I couldn’t help it. I moaned out loud and arched my back.

  “You’ve never fucking been able to hide it, have you, Tyler? How much you want me is written all over your face.”

  I poked my tongue out at him. “You suck arse.”

  Dean raised his eyebrow at me. “Hmmm…”

  Without warning, Dean flipped me over, pulled my paj
ama bottoms down, then started sucking the life out of my bottom. This would normally be so weird, but not when it came to Dean and me. I didn’t realize just how horny having him suck my arse would make me.

  “Dean, what are you doing?” I was trying to be light-hearted about it, but I couldn’t help getting breathless.

  He pulled his head up and gave me that breathtaking smile of his. “I’m sucking arse. Do I suck arse good, Tyler? Should I show you something else I can suck?”

  Before I could even answer, Dean pulled my bottoms completely off and flipped me back over to face him. He stared at me for a moment, his eyes hooded and so fucking sexy.

  With a push of his hands, my legs were wide apart. “This,” he said, grabbing at my top, “needs to fucking come off.”

  I arched my eyebrows at him. “So what are you waiting for?”

  Dean smiled and shook his head. Leaning forward, he grabbed my top and lifted it above my head. For a moment, he stared at my breasts. My nipples were like rock. There was no doubt Dean knew exactly how turned on I was.

  “Hmmm… So. Fucking. Sexy.” He crouched over me and bent towards my nipple. Poking his tongue out, he seductively swiped it across my pink flesh. I couldn’t help it. I arched my back, giving him full access to my breasts.

  He didn’t disappoint, sucking in each one. He was taking his sweet time and working me up into a frenzy.

  “Dean, please. I need you inside me.”

  He looked up at me and kissed me tenderly on the lips. “Patience, Tyler.” He kissed me again, then ran his kisses all the way from my neck down to my belly. “Patience,” he whispered against my skin.

  I couldn’t help but moan out in pleasure. He was taking his time, and he knew it both irritated and drove me crazy at the same time.

  As he kissed against my sensitive skin, his tongue suddenly poked out and started licking me around my belly button, then down towards my thighs. I arched up again and moaned. It was heavenly torture. His face was right there, staring at the one place I wanted him to touch. The one place I wanted his mouth.

  As if sensing my urgency, Dean looked up with a cocky grin. “Where do you want my mouth now, Tyler?”

  I closed my eyes for a moment. “If you have to ask, we have a serious problem.”

  Dean’s smile was wider. “Really?” He looked down at my pussy, then averted his stare to my legs. Bending down, he licked the inside of my left thigh. “Here?” he said, trailing kisses along my skin.

  “Dean, please… You’re driving me crazy!”

  Laughing, he stroked his hand up my leg and started kissing and licking the inside of my right thigh. “Or here?”

  Did his voice have to be so damn sexy? That, alone, made me want to orgasm on the spot. I was getting dangerously close to combusting, and he hadn’t even gone anywhere near the one place he knew I desired him to be.

  “Dean!” I was whining like a little girl now. I was close to letting him have anything he wanted, as long as I got to feel his tongue on me, feel him inside me…anything!

  He hummed against my thigh and I felt the trembles running through me. Again, he ran his fingers along my legs, then a finger circled the outside of my pussy.

  Wanting to get him closer, I arched myself up. I needed him to touch me there so badly, it hurt.

  Inhaling, Dean closed his eyes. “I can smell your arousal a mile away, Rosey. Do you want me to taste it?” He kissed along the inside of my legs. He was as close as he could be without actually touching me there. I was practically withering in need for him now.

  “Yes!” I shouted, breathlessly.

  He ran his nose along the inside of my thigh, making me shudder. “Yes, what?”

  I moved my hips up to meet his face. “I want you to taste me, Dean.”

  He smiled and looked down. “You look so swollen, Tyler.” He placed a finger inside me, causing me to thrust my hips up to meet him more.

  Dean growled and looked at my clit. “So. Fucking. Sexy.”

  And then he was there. His head was dipping lower and lower and, without meaning to, I held my breath, waiting for that first touch of his tongue. I knew the minute he touched me, I would be so close. He had worked me up so much that I knew I would lose it any minute.

  Looking down, I saw Dean slide his tongue out. I held my breath as he got closer and closer to my swollen clit. With a swipe of his tongue, he licked me and all the air escaped my lungs at once. Grabbing his hair, I moaned and pushed my hips up to meet him more.

  Dean growled again, licking the outer edges of my pussy and up towards my clit again. “The best fucking taste in the world.”

  “Dean, please,” I begged again. I needed to come so badly, it was becoming painful.

  Grabbing my hips, Dean nuzzled his tongue into my pussy. I moaned again, as his tongue lashed away against me. I could already feel the rising of my orgasm. Every part of my body tensed as scorching heat rose from the tip of my toes to the top of my head. I was about to come and I knew it was going to be violent.

  I was there already. Just a few more licks of his magnificent tongue and I’d be screaming his name. He licked around the nub a couple more times, humming against me. That did it. I fisted his hair in my hands. “Dean, I’m going to—”

  He pulled away. “I know.” He looked down at me with an impish grin. The fucker looked like he was the cat that got the cream.

  “What in the ever loving fuck do you think you’re doing?” I was so pissed. So close to getting it, then Dean took that away from me.

  “I told you I was going to punish you. Care to tell me how sorry you are now?”

  I felt my face boil in anger. If only I could rub myself against him and get my release. I needed it so badly now.

  “Fuck you, Dean. I’ll just go to the bathroom and finish myself off. Then you’ll have that to contend with.” I pointed to his obvious arousal and raised my eyebrow. I tried to move off the bed, but Dean grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the edge.

  “I haven’t finished with you yet.”

  I huffed. “I think you have.” Then a spark of ingenious came to me. “No matter how much you torture me, you’ll never make me come. I’m going to make sure of it now.”

  He looked down at me with a raised eyebrow. “Really?”

  I nodded. “Yes, really. In fact, where’s my nail file? I think I may file my nails for a bit. You’re already boring me.”

  Dean made a guttural sound in his throat as his eyes drilled into mine. I held his stare and when he realized I wasn’t budging, he pulled his pajama bottoms down, pulled my hips right to the edge of the bed, and entered me. Hard.

  I tried not to make a sound. I even bit my lip to muffle my cries, but I needed this from him. I needed my relief and fast.

  Dean pulled out and slammed into me again. My eyes nearly rolled around into the back of my head. “No matter how hard you try, Tyler, I will make it happen. I will feel you come against my cock and I will hear you screaming my name.”

  I knew that all too well, but I still needed to play along with this. “It…” He pulled out and pushed in deeper. “Won’t…” He did the same thing again. “Arrrghhhh…” He pushed his cock inside me again and I could already feel that my legs were trembling. “Happen!” I screamed as he pounded into me again and again.

  I still tried not to show him how much I fucking loved every move he made. I bit my lip, determined to hold in my screams, but I was almost there. I could feel it rising again and, this time, it was coming thicker, faster, and stronger than ever.

  “Try fucking telling me now, Tyler.”

  I knew he could feel me getting close and I knew he was determined to get me there. I certainly wasn’t going to stop him.

  Closing my eyes for a moment, I let it rise up. I felt my nipples harden in anticipation and my whole body went rigid. Gripping the sheets as tightly as I could, I let go. My body celebrated in my orgasm as it rippled through me. I arched my back and cried out as Dean’s thrusts became more violent
than ever. I knew he was close, but I wanted him to taste his own medicine.

  “Tyler!” he moaned, his breaths becoming thick and fast.

  I knew he was on the edge, so there was no time to lose. Just when I thought he was about to come, I pushed myself away from him.

  Dean growled and looked at me with a stern expression. “What the fuck?”

  “Two can play that game, Deaney boy.” I winked at him and tried to scramble off the bed, which was a little difficult, considering my orgasm was still humming through me.

  Dean clenched his fists, his cock throbbing for attention. It looked solid and angry. I had no doubt that the pain for his release was paramount, but he needed to know just how fucking maddening it was to have something so close and then have it taken away.

  I knew he was going to chase me and I knew there was no escape. I wasn’t stupid enough to think this wouldn’t end with him coming inside me.

  I bolted for the bathroom and, without hesitating, Dean gave chase. He grabbed me by the hips, spun me around, and shoved me against the wall by the bathroom door.

  Grabbing my wrists, he held me there, kissing my neck. “There’s no fucking escaping me now, Rosey. No matter how much you run, I will always be chasing you. You got that?”

  Closing my eyes, I moaned and shuddered underneath his touch.

  He let go of my wrists and lifted me up against the wall. “Try fucking getting away from me now. Nice try, Tyler, but I told you that I always win.”

  I smiled and kissed him. “And, knowing full well that you could, I told you that you couldn’t make me come.”

  He smiled back mischievously before entering me again. He positioned his head against my shoulder and bit down as he pushed inside me again and again. “Mine!” he growled as he pounded into me. He bit down harder and moaned. I knew he was close again.

  His breath became frantic as he quickened his pace. He gripped my hips and violently pushed inside me one last time before he came. “Fuck, Tyler!” he cried as he held me against the wall.

  He stayed inside me for a while, his forehead resting on my shoulder as he panted for breath. I was panting, too, considering he practically rammed me through the wall.