Redeeming Justice Page 22

  Tori fell in love with a stunning shot showing her reclining on an antique chaise that had been draped with a beautiful deep red throw highlighting her coloring and gorgeous glow. Her beautiful naked belly was on display with one arm behind her head and the other covering her bare breasts. With a leg crooked just so to protect her modesty, she looked like a sexy vamp, only one with a baby growing inside her.

  Lacey had chosen an equally provocative pose in black & white, showing her wrapped or rather partially unwrapped in a swirl of see-through silk that pooled about her feet. With her long blond hair tumbling over her shoulders and covering a breast made heavy by pregnancy, she looked naughty but angelic.

  It was there that Alex found her many hours later – hanging out with her new friends, laughing as girlfriends do, and full of female mischief.

  “I have something for you,” he whispered.

  Alex was playing with Meghan in a room full of people, hard with wanting, but really, when wasn’t he? It had been quite the revelation over the past couple of weeks to realize that with each passing day, his voracious appetite for devouring this woman at every opportunity was only getting stronger. And more intense. Sometimes it seemed as though he had a constant hard-on. Not even fucking the shit out of her was enough to get his greedy cock to back down even for a little while. It would be amusing if it weren’t so bloody frustrating.

  This was something they did well – the sexy love play that started almost as soon as their most recent climax had ended. It was as provocative and naughty as it was sensual and alluring. The looks. Touches. Even a well-placed sigh became part of what they did to each other. He particularly enjoyed saying suggestive things that only she could hear when others were around. She had this way of looking totally innocent no matter what lewd comment he threw her way. This playtime was one of the things that excited him about their time together.

  She smiled, running her tongue over her lips with a naughty wink. They were gathered at Cam’s house for a movie night, cuddled up on a wide love seat that left no space between them. He watched her glance at his lap and smirked at her when she looked back at him with a wry grin.

  “Not that,” he growled low and deep next to her ear.

  When she returned his smirk with a raised brow he chuckled. “Okay. That too. But first, something in a pretty box for you to unwrap.”

  He enjoyed watching her green eyes sparkle as she made an exaggerated pout. “I suppose this means I have to wait till later.” Sighing heavily she burrowed into his body as he slung an arm about her shoulders in the darkened theater room. “You’re an awful tease,” she purred.

  The movie had just started when he took her hand and pushed it onto the hard bulge in his jeans and held it there. “Hold that thought,” he told her with a wicked leer. She rolled her eyes but grabbed on with a forceful grip.

  Alex was a demanding and creative lover. His need to master her, to be in absolute control, reduced her to a quivering mess. And damn if he didn’t do it extremely well too. He totally owns that master and control thing, she thought. It was easy to understand why people looked to him as a leader. The guy in charge. It was in his fucking DNA.

  Meghan sighed, contentment and excitement dancing inside her. She looked forward to their private play. Snuggling together in the dark with others close by was shockingly exciting and terribly challenging because continuing to watch the movie lost its appeal when all she could concentrate on was the blinding need to straddle her burly lover and grind them into a tumultuous orgasm. But he’d taught her that dragging out the arousal, waiting, denying the gratification only heightened the senses.

  One of the ways he drew out the anticipation was by showering her with gifts, big and small – some specifically for those times when they indulged in sensual games that never failed to leave her breathless. Just the other day he’d given her a magnificent rope of pearls that he demanded she wear – with nothing else – as she rode him while he controlled her with the long strand wrapped several times around her neck like a collar. Wearing them, the pearls had made her feel elegant and sexy but when he used them as a reminder of his mastery over her she’d been turned on by the symbolism and would never look at pearls the same ever again.

  She knew before they even arrived at Cam’s for movie night that he had something planned. He’d texted her earlier when she’d been in the barn brushing down the pony she’d ridden, and there was something titillating about casually glancing at her phone and seeing the words Prepare yourself to be fucked hard tonight. Till you cry and beg for more. Her pussy clenched every time he did that – sent her a message or whispered something seductive while others were present.

  Nothing about what they did or said surprised her. Not really. Yeah, it was terribly erotic and flat-out dirty most of the time, but he’d been honest about his need for rough and wild, and Meghan had happily submitted to his powerful sexuality. For him, she played the lady with a wanton side to perfection. It was liberating, actually. She even loved when he called her his fuck goddess.

  It was mid-August and Meghan had been living a sensual fantasy starring her sexy Major for the last six weeks. If anything really bothered her it was that in all that time they never spoke of what came next – never touched on the fact that she was a visitor and not a permanent resident in the Villa or his bed. Enjoying their powerfully seductive dream meant she didn’t exactly want to ruin things with anything that resembled reality. Somehow she’d become a modern day version of Scarlett O’Hara, another feisty Irishwoman, who was famous for saying she’d think about this or that tomorrow.

  He was the devil though. Getting through a two hour movie with his hard cock pressing against her palm and the promise of making her cry till she begged for more hanging in the air, she would be wet and aching for him by the time she got to unwrap her gift. The man knew how to play her so well.

  Meghan got him back for teasing her about halfway through the screening when she’d quietly undone the button on his jeans and slid the zipper down far enough for her to slide her fingers against his naked skin. In the darkened room no one was the wiser, plus she didn’t doubt for a second that the other two couples were probably engaging in their own private teasing games. All three of the Justice men were seriously oversexed, much to the delight of the women at their sides.

  Even Lacey, who was heavily pregnant and counting down the final weeks before the birth of her child, displayed an insatiable desire for her gorgeous husband. Meghan suspected all those things she heard about pregnant women and their crazy hormones were true, since at times Cam looked liked he’d been thoroughly ravished by a she-beast. Everyone laughed about it, making ribald comments when he turned up with love bites all over his neck or some pretty interesting scratches on his back.

  As if to make the point, when the movie was finally over and the lights came back up, the distinctive sound of zippers being pulled up was heard with all three men sporting hilariously sheepish grins on their faces.

  By the time she and Alex had said their good-byes and hurried back to the main house, Meghan’s panties were soaked. He didn’t even have to touch her to get her wet. Just the anticipation of what was to come was enough.

  They lingered downstairs long enough to haggle over whether it would be Jameson’s or Glenfiddich with Alex getting his way of course. Grabbing two large tumblers of whiskey they headed to the privacy of Alex’s enormous bedroom where Meghan immediately spied two beautifully wrapped boxes on her pillow. She grinned at him and moistened her lips. He leered at her, but she made no move to pick up either box. Waiting was part of their playtime. Until he gave permission, she’d have to be satisfied with looking but not touching. He played his part of dominant lover with exquisite precision, never failing to reward her compliance of his wishes.

  Somewhere deep in her heart Meghan knew this game they indulged in had wrecked her for any other man. She was his—totally and without reservation. The thought should probably scare the shit out of her but it didn’t.
He definitely understood and respected that it was she who allowed him to exercise such complete control over her. Nothing was forced or taken for granted. She gave willingly every time.

  Clinking their glasses together, Alex drank heavily of the fragrant alcohol, watching as she did the same. There was a twinkle of mischief in his eyes that made her heart pound.

  Pushing her into the en suite with the attached dressing room he playfully swatted her ass and told her, “Put on something naughty, lover. And don’t forget the heels and stockings.”

  Ah, yes. As if their playtimes weren’t off the chart hot enough, he’d gifted her an endless supply of sexy lingerie that never failed to take things to an eleven.

  Meghan set her glass down on a table and molded her body to his with her hands upon his chest. He liked when she acquiesced with a little show of sensual docility. Moving against him with a flirtatious wiggle, she asked breathlessly, “Tell me your pleasure, baby. Naughty comes in many forms.”

  He shot her a lecherous look that made her skin tingle.

  “White and virginal?” When he didn’t react she pouted and said, “No?”

  “Hmmm.” Meghan stared at his mouth with the sensual lips curled in playful delight and sighed as she pretended to think.

  “Sheer black lace?” Still nothing. She liked this game.

  Even though her portion of his big closet was overflowing with sexy finery he’d personally selected, she’d also acquired a thing or two intended to knock his socks off which he knew nothing about.

  Palming the bulge in his pants she whispered in his ear, “I have just the thing,” before swiftly turning away from him. The moment she went to leave his side though he pulled her back and swatted her butt playfully then grabbed a handful of ass and squeezed.

  “Let me check something first,” he growled, quickly slipping his hand under her wrap around dress and reaching into her dampened panties before she could react. She knew what he would find. Her body always gave her away, no matter how calm or relaxed she appeared.

  “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned. Thrusting a finger inside her, she gasped at the intrusion and forced herself to stay still so she wouldn’t grind her aching pussy against his hand.

  When he removed his hand, he slowly and deliberately inserted the finger covered in her fluid into his mouth while his eyes never left hers. “Hurry,” he ground out as she stared with longing at his lips.

  Meghan almost ran into the dressing room as Alex started moving around the bedroom readying their private sanctuary for the love play to come. The last thing she saw when she peeked, he was lighting several candles in deep glass hurricane holders that illuminated the bedroom with low gleaming light.

  Waiting for her to come back tested Alex’s patience. He’d been thinking about tonight all day, wondering what her reaction would be to the gifts he’d left on her pillow. He thoroughly enjoyed surprising her with everything and anything he could think of and not just a treasure trove of sexy lingerie.

  Knowing she had the ability to buy anything she wanted, he thought long and hard about every present. He wanted the emotion to mean more to her than the value. From some silly southwestern refrigerator magnets to a gold necklace meant to hang down her back with a sparkling emerald at the end – everything was intended to get a response. Hell, he’d even managed to track down a first edition signed by the author of a Harry Potter book that earned him a quite a sexy thank you.

  Tonight’s gifts though were far different and meant to convey something very private between just the two of them. He doubted she’d be sharing what was so beautifully gift-wrapped.

  When Meghan finally appeared, Alex almost forgot everything he’d planned. She was wearing something he’d never seen before - an emerald green corset with deep, plunging cups, trimmed in black lace that was cinched tight enough to highlight her glorious curves and tiny waist. A pair of indecently flimsy sheer green panties made his mouth water, as did the very sexy lace topped thigh high stockings and black peep toe heels with a dainty bow on the heel. The look was feminine, seductive, and hotter than hell.

  She’d left her hair down in a riot of curls that tumbled about her shoulders and when he looked closely he noted she was also wearing the delicate back necklace and a pair of small emerald and diamond tear drop earrings he’d given her during their stay in Sedona.

  The woman was so fucking gorgeous he couldn’t move. Her eyes sparkled with desire as he slowly took in every inch of her appearance. He liked seeing her like this, his sexy Irish beauty dressed up for his pleasure. Later, after he’d ravished her in every way he could, she’d be a disheveled mess and become the fuck goddess at whose feet he worshipped.

  While she’d been gone, Alex had changed into a pair of black silk bottoms that did absolutely nothing to disguise the throbbing erection she inspired. While he’d been enjoying the view she provided, Meghan had been checking him out as well. He liked the way her gaze fired up when her eyes roamed over his broad, hair-covered chest. After she told him how much she liked it when he didn’t shave for days at a time, he’d been sporting scruffy facial hair that she deemed sexy as fuck.

  Stalking slowly closer to him, he was transfixed by her stunning elegance. Just out of arm’s reach she stopped and stood, with legs apart, hands on hips and a wicked pout. Her scent reached out and grabbed his senses by the balls, making him groan with lusty desire.

  “Turn around,” he husked. “Let me see everything my beauty.”

  Meghan smiled and wet her lips, then flipped her hair from one shoulder with a flirty gesture that made his dick even harder. Pirouetting slowly on the sexy, ‘fuck-me heels’, she turned around and gave him a memorable view of her backside that was barely covered by the sheer panties. The laces of the corset were pulled tight leaving two long strands of ribbon hanging in the crevice of her ass. The back necklace rested on bare skin above the corset with the dainty emerald twinkling in the candle light. She was nothing short of magnificent. When she returned to face him, his eyes burned with arousal.

  “Are you ready to see what’s in the boxes on your pillow?”

  Swinging her hips with a sexy sway that nearly brought him to his knees, she walked to the bed and picked up both boxes.

  “Shall I open both now?” she asked. He caught the sound of breathless want in her voice. Remembering that she’d been dripping with desire, he smiled knowingly and motioned her forward.

  “Sit on my lap sweetheart, and we’ll open them together.”

  She immediately went to him as he sat in a wide overstuffed chair, drifting gracefully onto his lap and crossing her legs, adopting a seductive posture so the plunging cups of the corset made her tits plump in his face.

  Taking a flat box from her hands that he laid aside, he motioned to the other and murmured, “Start with that one.” As she deftly worked at the wrapping, he grazed his fingers on the bare skin of her back, enjoying the way her flesh prickled at his touch.

  Once all the wrapping was removed she met his eyes. The intimacy of the gift-giving had her chest rising and falling rapidly with suspense but she didn’t rush, preferring to play out the excitement with longing looks and shy smiles.

  When she lifted the lid off the box he watched her face. At first, she seemed confused, and he enjoyed watching how her mind tried to make a connection. Finally she lifted out what looked like a swatch of material and fingered the satin until it suddenly dawned on her what she was holding. Her sharp gasp told him she knew exactly what he’d given her. When her eyes darted back to his, he saw a flash of green fire that pleased him very, very much.

  Taking the satin from her, he smiled into her surprised face. “They’re called boudoir cuffs.”

  Alex was quite proud of this particular gift. Beautiful and elegant, the black satin cuffs were sewn with small crystals that twinkled in the glow of the candles. Trimmed in black lace with ribbon ties for proper fit, the fabric cuffs had a beaded removable chain that would bind her hands together when attached. Wi
thout the chain they looked like a chic fashion accessory with a naughty twist.

  He fitted each one to her wrists and tied the ribbons as she sat there on his lap watching with a veiled expression.

  “We’ll leave the chain off for now,” he told her as he inspected the way they looked before pressing a wet kiss into each of her palms.

  The way she was breathing gave her away. As he’d tied the cuffs on Alex noticed an increase in her respirations made deliciously obvious by her spectacular breasts as they rose and fell with each choppy breath. She was surprised, and maybe a bit nervous, by the obvious intention behind the cuffs, but she was also quite turned on. He felt the heat radiating off her body where she sat on his lap as she exuded waves of arousal, specifically from between her thighs.

  “They look good on you,” he murmured. “Very sexy.”

  She surprised him with a quick kiss by lips that quivered on his.

  When she drew back she held up her hands and inspected the elegant cuffs, touching the sparkling crystals with trembling fingers. He enjoyed watching the play of emotions flit across her face. She gave so much away with her expression.

  Reaching for the flat box, he pressed it into her hands. “Next,” he teased as he sat back and let the ensuing moment unfold as it was meant to.

  This time she was less precise about removing the wrapping, making quick work of tearing the paper off and tossing it and the small ribbon aside. Lifting the lid and parting the delicate tissue paper she really did gasp this time when she found a matching satin and lace blindfold.

  He didn’t give her any time to think. “I’m going to enjoy fucking you hard and rough with your hands restrained and your eyes covered so you’ll not know what’s coming next.”

  She shivered on his lap and turned lust-filled eyes on him.

  “Have any questions?” he purred as his fingers drew across the skin of her breasts where they plumped out of the corset.