Redeem Me (Beckett Brothers #2)

27. Ivy

Chapter Twenty-Seven

IVY

The second I wake, I know something is wrong. The duvet weighs a tonne. I can’t move. I’m spread out like a starfish and there’s something tight around my wrists, securing them above my head. My legs are tied wide open.

What the actual…? I blink hard as a ball of panic forms in my stomach.

I wiggle my feet and yank my ankles, but they don’t budge. Whatever is restraining me isn’t sharp. It’s soft like silk, but strong like steel.

I try to rock up on my back, but the restraints are too tight.

Am I dreaming? Is this some sort of nightmare?

Then I hear a low, rasping chuckle.

Caelon.

‘Hello, beautiful,’ he sings through the darkness. The balcony door is open, and a crescent moon hangs low in the sky, nestled amongst a hundred stars.

The panic that stirred inside me is replaced by a depraved, electric anticipation. ‘What are you doing here?’

‘You invited me,’ he purrs. His shadow prowls towards the bed ominously. ‘“Make me”, I believe were your exact words. If that isn’t an open invitation, I’m not sure what is.’

‘Is that why I’m tied to the bed and spread out like a starfish?’ Blood pounds through my ears like a war drum, but arousal pools in my stomach and lower.

‘Spread out like a banquet, you mean?’ Bright eyes glint dangerously from the bottom of the bed. Through the shadows, I make out those damn grey sweats hanging low on his waist, but his top half is naked. I squint, my eyes eating up the smooth contours of his chest and the hard planes of muscles. He is perfection personified. Is it any wonder I touch myself thinking about him?

‘You broke the rules, and now there are consequences. I told you no one touches what is mine and now you must pay the price.’

‘And that is what, exactly?’ My teeth sink into my bottom lip. ‘You’ve tied me up to what? Tease me til the brink and then take it all away?’

His devilish laughter seeps into the air as he rips the duvet from my body with a sharp, swift wrench. I’m completely naked. With no one else in the house tonight, there was no need for pyjamas.

He drops to his knees between my legs and the mattress dips. ‘Maybe. But I will make you come so many times you’ll be begging me for a break.’

‘That doesn’t sound like much of a punishment to me.’ I glance upward at the headboard and realise my restraints are actually two of his work ties.

‘We’ll see.’ He shrugs, running his tongue up my inner thigh, sending shivers in its wake.

‘How did you get home so fast?’ I yank against the tie, but it doesn’t budge.

‘That’s what you care about right now?’ He quirks a brow. ‘I have a private jet at my disposal. The second your fingers touched what was mine, I decided to commandeer it.’

‘What about your meetings?’ I pant, unsure whether to be flattered or frightened.

‘A more important one came up.’ His hand reaches for his bulging crotch. ‘By the time I’ve finished with you, you’re going to understand exactly how it feels to be able to look, but not touch. How it feels to be a slave to someone else’s urges. To want something so badly but know it’s out of your reach.’

My stomach flips and fire spreads through my body at an alarming rate. My nipples are like twin peaks on my rapidly rising and falling breasts.

He halts his tongue, then licks the crease of my groin languidly. I buck and squirm, begging him to move with my body.

The hot breath from his laughter only adds fuel to the already scorching fire. ‘I said I was going to make you come so many times you wouldn’t be able to take anymore,’ rough stubble skims the sensitive skin on my inner thigh, ‘but I didn’t say I’d be quick about it. In fact,’ he makes a show of checking his watch, ‘I’m free for the next thirty-six hours and I plan on using them wisely.’

His lips are so close to where I need them, yet so far.

‘I’m sorry,’ I pant, lifting my pelvis.

‘I’m not,’ he laughs. ‘I’ve been praying for an excuse to tie you to these bedposts.’ He peppers a trail of tiny kisses down my thigh, his lips a soft contrast to the stubble dotting his square jawline. When he reaches my knee, he switches to the other leg and works his way back up, pausing occasionally to suck hard enough to mark me.

Finally, his tongue sweeps over my swollen bud and I moan in pleasure as he licks and flicks, before dipping lower to my centre. I don’t need to see to know my arousal coats his lips and chin. A deep masculine groan rumbles against me like he’s enjoying this as much as I am. When he places a finger on either side of my clit and rubs, I’m about three seconds from coming all over his face. But just as my release shimmers tantalisingly close, he snatches it away, halting his tongue.

‘Caelon,’ I scream, squirming against the mattress.

‘Yes,’ he arches an eyebrow and offers one more languid lick before stopping again.

‘Please,’ I pant.

‘Who do you belong to?’ Dark eyes bore into mine. The sight of him between my legs and the restraints are almost enough to get me off on their own.

‘You.’ I arch my ass from the bed.

‘Good girl,’ he purrs. ‘And who is allowed to touch you?’

‘You.’ My entire body vibrates with a raw, carnal need.

‘Don’t forget it, okay?’ Our eyes lock, and I watch as he plunges his tongue inside me, catapulting me over the edge in the most violent, soul shattering explosion. White hot pleasure sizzles through every cell in my body, electricity crackling through the depths of my core.

If this is his way of punishing me, I’m tempted to misbehave more often.

As the fireworks behind my eyelids subside, I attempt to wriggle free, but given he has me tied tighter than a rabbit in a trap, I’m going nowhere fast.

‘Caelon,’ I plead, squirming, as his tongue captures my sensitive clit. ‘It’s too soon.’

‘Tough. This is your punishment, baby.’ He sinks his teeth into my inner thigh. ‘Now take it like a good girl, because I’m not about to stop anytime soon. Maybe next time you’ll think twice about touching what’s mine.’

It’s so sensitive, it’s borderline sore. ‘Caelon, I can’t. Give me a minute.’

‘No. The only reprieve is while I’m talking to you.’ He sucks hard enough to make me squeal. ‘You wanted to come, and you’re going to come. Again and again until I decide you’ve had enough.’

My treacherous vagina blooms like a fucking flower and blood floods below. His filthy, talented mouth is my undoing. I suck in a breath, and a familiar throbbing starts below.

‘You know, some people would call this assault,’ I pant, pulling on the ties binding my wrists and ankles.

‘So, shout for help.’ He runs his tongue from my clit to my slit. ‘Maybe Jared will hear you and burst through the balcony doors wielding one of his gardening tools.’ His snigger reverberates through my core.

‘You’re a bad man,’ I hiss, surrendering to the inevitable.

‘That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.’ Another long, languid lick sets shivers down my spine and goosebumps rippling over my skin.

‘I need your cock.’

‘Maybe for the next round.’ He slides a finger inside my centre, gliding over that sensitive spot buried deep in my inner wall.

‘The next round?’ I feel my eyes widen.

‘Yes, the next round, and the next, and the next.’

Daddy Caelon is definitely a pleasure dom. And as much as I protest, I fucking love it. Being tied up and teased is my ultimate fantasy and he knows it. He takes me to the brink, backs off, then does it again. And again. And again.

The sun has risen by the time I shudder my way through a second debilitating orgasm. He gives me a small reprieve, crawling up the bed to latch onto my nipple, circling it with his tongue, before moving to the other.

His erection presses against my legs through his sweatpants and damn, despite the orgasms, I’m still not fully sated. I need his cock inside me, filling me up, stretching me, completing me, and I’d bet my life he knows it .

This man is a god in the bedroom.

‘Caelon, please…’ His kisses trail over my collar bones and up my neck, where he sucks hard enough to mark me. As if he hasn’t already marked every inch of my body as his.

‘Please what?’ His black eyes glint as he towers above me, placing a knee on the outside of each of my thighs.

‘I need you to fill me up.’

‘My greedy girl still hasn’t had enough.’ He shakes his head in mock horror, his finger gravitating back towards my clit .

‘I need you inside me.’

His hands reach for the waistband of his pants, and he yanks them down, setting his huge angry length free. ‘Is this what you want?’

Saliva floods my mouth. He’s so big. So fucking beautiful. ‘Yes.’

I try to reach for him and hiss out my frustration as the tie holds my arm tightly.

‘Have you learnt your lesson yet?’ He nudges his tip at my entrance but doesn’t push it in.

‘Yes,’ I grit out.

He runs the tip up my slit and I cry out in protest. I need him inside me, and he knows it. I grind against him, and he laughs, repeating his strokes on the outside.

‘You’re mine, Ivy.’ His Adam’s apple bobs.

‘Okay. Untie me, I need to touch,’ I beg.

‘No can do, baby.’ He winks. ‘I’m still punishing you here. Can’t let you off the hook too easily.’

‘But I need to run my hands over your body.’ My gaze roams over the squares of solid muscle of his six-pack.

‘Now you know how I felt last night, watching you on the camera.’ Fire dances in his irises as he thrusts his tip into me.

‘More!’ I drive back against him. He laughs, but gives me another inch.

‘You take my cock so well, Ivy. It’s like you were made for it.’ He sinks himself into me and my eyes roll back into my head.

‘Open your eyes,’ he demands. ‘Watch me, like I had to watch you last night.’

I drink him in as he rails into me in a soul-shattering rhythm that has us both panting and cursing. When he finally spills himself into me, I come for the third time, milking him dry.

He collapses onto my clammy chest, slick with a thin layer of sex-induced sweat as his release drips out of me.

A bang from downstairs sets us both jumping.

‘What was that?’ I lift my head from the pillow, one of the few body parts I can move.

‘The front door,’ Caelon says grimly. ‘It’s probably Samuel.’

‘He always uses the back door,’ I remind him.

‘The only person to use the front door is Dermot.’ Caelon freezes.

‘He has a key?’ I whisper shout in outrage.

Caelon leaps off the bed, yanking up his sweatpants with a panic-stricken face. ‘He’s my best friend.’

‘Ivy!’ My brother’s voice booms from below as I remember I haven’t returned his calls this week. Fuck.

My eyes dart to the restraints above my head and I waggle my feet like they’re miraculously going to burst free.

Heavy footsteps pound below until they reach the bottom of the stairs. ‘Ivy,’ Dermot calls again. This time, there’s a tinge of panic to his tone.

I can’t call him. Jesus, if he finds me like this, or finds Caelon anywhere near me, he will murder both of us.

The footsteps get closer until they’re almost outside the door.

I close my eyes and brace myself for the inevitable.