Page 115 of Road to Redemption

I knew then that I had two choices. I could swallow my pride and get off of her car with my pussy and my sanity intact. Or I could submit to Dom’s wishes, accept her pain and her pleasure, and show her exactly how far I was willing to go for her forgiveness.

Locking onto her icy blue gaze, I sat back, letting the tip of the cool metal press into my center. Dom’s usually stoic face twisted into a sinful smile as my mouth fell open. “Good girl, Viper.”

My obedience was rewarded with the return of her fingers. While her right hand massaged my sensitive bud, the left gripped my hip, guiding me back to take the whole of the hood ornament inside of me.

“Dom, Dom,” I hissed, feeling myself tense around the bumps and curves of the ornament. But she just shushed me, eyes flicking down between my legs.

“Breathe. Don’t fight it. I’ve seen you take more than this.”

Holding her gaze, I inhaled deep, trying to force my muscles to relax, to surrender to her control. And inch by inch, my body complied until I felt my ass meet the smooth surface of the car’s hood.

“Faster,” she growled in satisfaction. “You’re never going to come at this pace.”

“You’re such a sick fuck,” I groaned, leaning forward to ease the ornament out of my center before sitting back onto it. The ridges still made my stomach clench, but once it had been inside of me once, it was much easier to slide over the chrome.

“If I’m such a sick fuck, then what are you?” She leaned down, catching my eyes while that roguish smile pulled her mouth agape.

“Y-yours,” I whimpered as the ornament pressed against my cervix.

“Close,” she hummed, pinching my clit. “But you’re guessing. I don’t want you to think. I want you to do as you're told. So tell me again, what are you?”

“Grateful,” I moaned, surprised by how good the ridged texture felt as it massaged against my wall.

“Smart girl,” she laughed, easing the pressure on my clit. “Say it again.”

“I’m grateful,” I gasped, my hips rolling against her touch.

“For what?”

“Your generosity.” Electricity hummed through my veins. “For keeping me here, for forgiving me… trying to forgive me.”

“Do you think you deserve my forgiveness, Viper?”

What more do you fucking want? The brat in me had the urge to bare my teeth and bark right back at her. But I swallowed the urge as waves of enjoyment made the muscles in my core tense.

“No,” I shook my head before letting it loll back with pleasure.

“No?” She raised her eyebrows, “Why not?”

“Beacause I haven’t finished for you yet,” I whimpered. “I haven’t painted your car to show you how grateful I am.”

“That’s right… Well then what are you waiting for?” She laughed, unhooking a carabiner from her belt loop and tossing it in front of me. “Come for me, Kiera.”

I looked down to see a ring of several luxury car keys, along with one black, silicone charm in the shape of a heart. “What is it?”

“My heart,” she teased. “Don’t just leave it there.”

I grabbed it, grinding along the hood ornament as best as I could manage while I turned the charm over in my hand. Not a key ring — a portable vibrator.

“I wasn’t using it anyway,” she smirked, licking my jawline. “Better put it to good use, Viper.”

Doing as she said, I lowered the toy to my center, holding its single button until a firm buzzing filled the air.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped, pressing it harder against my clit. For such a little thing, it really packed a punch. But it wasn’t enough.

“Touch me,” I gasped. “Please, please touch me.”

I hoped I’d thrown in the manners quickly enough to avoid any further punishment: I wasn’t sure that my body could handle much more.