Worthy of Redemption

by L. D. Davis

  My mother shoved me, slapped me in the face and shoved me again. “I hate you! You ruin everything!” she screamed before racing over to Walter.

  “Time to go,” Lily said, pulling me away from the scene on the floor. “Come on, baby, let’s go.”

  I allowed her to pull me out of the kitchen, through the house and out the door. Once we were outside, she reached into my jacket pocket for the keys and unlocked the car. She opened the passenger’s side door.

  “Get in,” she commanded.

  Without argument, I got into the car. She quickly buckled me in before closing the door and rushing around to get in behind the wheel. She turned the car on, buckled her seatbelt and took off like a bat out of hell down the driveway.

  We didn’t speak for the ride home, nor did we speak when we first got into the penthouse. Lily held my hand and I allowed her to lead me upstairs into my bedroom and into the bathroom. She kicked off her sneakers and quickly stripped out of her clothes before stepping into the large stall to turn the shower on. Once she had that going, she returned and started to strip me out of my clothes. I helped her by kicking off my sneakers, but I let her do most of the work and then pull me into the shower.

  Under the water, Lily wrapped her arms around me and rested her head on my chest. I held her close and rested my cheek on the top of her head. We stood there silently like that for a long time, but we weren’t close enough. I tilted her head back and looked into her sad eyes, reflecting what she saw in my own eyes no doubt. I brought my mouth to hers and kissed her tenderly at first, slowly stroking her tongue and lips with my own. The kiss soon turned feral as I pushed Lily up against the wall and took total possession of her mouth. I kept my tongue tied with hers as I put my hands under her ass and lifted. She locked her hands around my neck and wrapped her legs around my waist. I grunted and she cried out into my mouth as I drove my cock inside of her with one hard thrust.

  Reluctantly, I stopped kissing her so I could look into her eyes as I thrust inside of her again.

  “Don’t hold back,” Lily whispered, before softly kissing my lips. “Give me your pain.”

  I looked at her with doubt as I moved slowly inside of her.

  “Give me your pain,” she whispered again, before squeezing her legs tighter around me.

  I stopped thinking about the consequences and slammed into her as hard as I possibly could. She cried out and her face pinched, but she panted “Don’t stop. Don’t hold back.”

  I lost my fucking mind as I pounded into her harder than I could remember ever pounding into anyone. My anger. My frustration. My pain. I gave it all to her as I literally nailed her against the shower wall. I slammed into her so hard, that it hurt my pelvic bone every time it hit her body. Years of turmoil went into every thrust. Everything I had ever suffered or lost went into every thrust. I realized I was probably hurting her, but she again begged me not to stop. Even with the water spraying on us, I could see the tears filling and then spilling out of her eyes.

  My climax hit me suddenly. Without warning, I was growling and groaning as my seed spilled into Lily’s womb. She clung to me, sobbing into my shoulder as her own orgasm coursed through her body. When I had given her every drop, I didn’t release her. I let my emotions flow through my body into hers. I held her as she did the one thing I wouldn’t allow myself to do. I held her tightly and let her cry for me.

  *~~~*

  “Who is Miranda?” Lily asked later in bed.

  My head rested on her belly as I held her and her fingers leisurely ran through my hair.

  “My sister.”

  “I thought so. When I was unpacking some of your things last month, I came across some pictures. She’s pretty.”

  “Yes, she’s very pretty,” I agreed.

  “Where is she? What happened to her?”

  I hesitated before answering. I never had to answer to anyone about Miranda. Jess knew I had a sister, but she didn’t really care enough to discuss her. Em knew I had a sister, but sensing the sensitivity of the topic, she veered away from discussing her and I didn’t have the desire to talk about her either. Lily was different. She knew it was a sensitive topic, but she wanted to know me inside and out, even if it meant that she had to experience some of the madness that was my life and make me talk about something that hurt to talk about.

  “Miranda is ten years older than me,” I started. “By the time I was born, she had enough sense to not only go to boarding school, but to stay there through the summers and most holidays. She only came home two or three times a year, and never for very long.

  “When I was eight and she was eighteen, she finished school and decided to come home for a while before venturing out on her own. There were some legal things she had to handle – like getting her college fund switched primarily into her name so she could pay her tuition, and take care of any paperwork she needed for her trust fund. She didn’t spend much time with our parents, but she hung out with Walt and I at the pool, played games with us, drove us to amusement parks and arcades, and the beach.”

  I paused at the memory of Miranda’s smiling face in the sunshine at the beach. She really was pretty with her long dark hair and sparkling brown eyes, so much like our mother’s, and she was fun, and kind despite who her parents were.

  “That was the best summer of my life,” I murmured. “After all of her affairs were settled, she still stayed for some time. I think she was just trying to make sure that my brother and I were going to be okay. One day, all hell broke loose. I don’t remember what sparked it, but she started fighting with Walter. I had seen my mom beat her before when she was little – my mom beat all of us when her emotions were out of control. But I never saw Walter hit Miranda, not until that day. He not only hit her, he beat her.”

  I heard Lily’s sharp intake of breath and her fingers stilled in my hair.

  “I followed Randi to her room and watched her pack up the few things she had brought with her from school. I begged her to take me with her, but she said she was just a kid herself and she couldn’t take care of me. She made me promise to take care of my mother, gave me the biggest hug I’ve ever had in my life and then she left. I never saw her again. She called me after my brother died, and sent letters and postcards from time to time, but by the time I was eighteen, it ended.”

  “Baby I’m sorry,” she said and rubbed my back. “But I can’t believe that you didn’t stalk her once you learned how to. You’ve stalked less important people.”

  I managed a small smile. “You’re not less important, and yes, I did ‘stalk’ her, but this was a different situation. I didn’t want to be rejected by her. I don’t think I would have handled it well. You can understand that, because of your father.”

  She nodded solemnly. “I can understand that. What did you find out?”

  “She’s an obstetrician. She shares a practice with two other doctors. She lives in North Carolina with her husband Chad, a decorated police officer, and her three children, two boys and one girl. The oldest is almost thirteen now, and the twins are ten.”

  “Are you still afraid of being rejected?” she asked quietly.

  I was silent for a moment as I considered it. When Emmy rejected me, it hurt pretty damn badly. I don’t know how I managed to push myself to go to work and function, because I felt like I was unhinged. How the hell I managed to fall in love with Lily while I was still reeling from Emmy, I don’t know, but the pain was still there, under everything. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever get over Emmy. With that said, if Miranda were to reject me, it would hurt ten times worse than it did with Emmy. I was sure it would alter me significantly, and not for the best.

  “Yes,” I finally said to Lily.

  She remained quiet, but her breathing changed. Her breaths were faster now, as if she was climbing towards panic. I sat up to look at her, but the moment I released her, she jumped off of the bed.

  “I have to pee,” she said and dashed into the bathroom.

  I looked at the bathroo
m door for a moment before getting up. I stood outside of the door for a few seconds, listening to her cry softly. I pushed open the door and found her sitting on the edge of the tub with a towel up to her face as she cried.

  “Hey, look,” I said, kneeling in front of her. I pulled her hands away from her face. “I’m not crying for myself. You don’t need to cry for me either.”

  “I’m not usually a crier,” she sobbed. “But…I’ve been so fucking lucky in my life and I’ve taken it all for granted. I didn’t have the money that you had growing up, and I used to think that money would have made things better for us, but it didn’t make it any better for you or your brother and sister. My mother spanked my ass when I was little, slapped me in the face once when I came home drunk, but I was never abused. I never lost a sibling in death, and even the shit with my dad and Nina doesn’t seem as bad as all of the shit you went through with that jackass faux father,” she spit out the last part as if it burned her tongue.

  “And my sister…” she sobbed harder. “She screwed me over, it’s true, but she never rejected me. I rejected her, and I have been rejecting her despite the hard time she’s already having. I’m such a douche puddle! If she feels even half as badly as you must feel, maybe someone should kick my ass. Oh, my god, I just made this about me,” she said, holding on to my hands. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I’m really crying for you, Kyle, because despite everything, I still have what you’ve never had, and it just makes me so damn sad.”

  I sat down on the floor with my back against the tub and pulled her down into my lap. I used the towel to wipe her face.

  “Don’t cry for me, Lily,” I said and kissed her forehead. “You have to stop crying or I won’t snuggle with you.”

  A laugh escaped through her tears. “I thought you don’t snuggle,” she said.

  “You are repeatedly making me love the things I don’t want to,” I said as I grinned down at her. “I didn’t want to love your tattoos and piercings and style. I didn’t want to love your skills at work. I didn’t want to love the way you drive me fucking crazy with that obnoxious mouth of yours. I didn’t want to love you and I do. Now I love snuggling, but if you repeat that to anyone, you’ll never get snuggles again.”

  She laughed again, even though her body still shook with her crying. “Okay. I won’t repeat it.”

  We sat there silently until Lily was able to stop crying. Her body still shuddered from the sobbing, but the tears had ended.

  “What are you going to do when Walter screws your mom over again?”

  I sighed. I know she wanted me to say that I would write her off, but I couldn’t do that. “I will help her pick herself up again, hopefully avoid any suicide attempts, and help her carry on until the next time.”

  “She was so mean to you,” Lily frowned.

  “It’s the bipolar talking,” I sighed. “When she’s on her meds and the meds are working well for her, she is a different person.”

  “Will she apologize to you for all of the things she said?”

  “Not directly. She’ll take me out to lunch or dinner and we will talk about everything else except for what happened. That will be her apology.”

  “That’s not an apology. That’s a lack of admission of guilt.”

  “It is the only way she knows how to say sorry,” I said. “I’ll take what I can get. Now,” I said, patting her leg. “Let’s put the events of the day and the past behind us. Let’s go get some dinner. My appetite is back. Are you hungry, my little bully?”

  She looked up at me with mischief in her eyes. “I’m hungry,” she said with a funny smile. She crawled out of my lap and onto her knees. “Pull your pants down and sit down on the tub,” she commanded.

  “Whoa,” I said, holding up my hands. “I’m a virtuous person. I will not be taken advantage of by some…some…”

  “Low class, punk whore?” she asked, with her eyebrows raised.

  I frowned. “Don’t go there.”

  “It’s okay. I wasn’t nearly as insulted as you were.” She patted the tub behind me. “Now get your ass up there. I’m hungry, damn it.”

  “You’re a little bully,” I said, getting to my feet.

  “Yeah, yeah. Stop crying, pussy.”

  I pulled off my lounge pants and my erection sprung free. I sat down on the edge of the high tub as the bully commanded. I watched as she smiled up at me before taking my cock in her soft hand. Painfully, slowly, her tongue swirled around the engorged head. I groaned deeply as I felt her tongue ring slide over the slit at the top of my cock. I’m a guy, I like blowjobs, but Lily’s blowjobs hit all others out of the park. It wasn’t just her magical tongue ring that did it for me; she was highly skilled in the art of fellatio. The pressure, the rhythm and the depth…Lily understood all of it.

  Slowly, her mouth began to slide down my cock as she looked me in the eyes. I groaned again but resisted the urge to thrust. Where other women would have halted, Lily continued until my whole length was in her mouth, pressing down into her hot throat. I growled as she held it there for a moment. She was enjoying watching me squirm.

  “If you don’t stop I’m going to fuck your mouth,” I warned, nearly breathless.

  Her eyes narrowed on mine and somehow, unbelievably, she took me even deeper.

  “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” I said and put both of my hands in her hair. I quickly got to my feet, forcing her to back up some, but she didn’t try to escape what was coming.

  I pulled my cock out until only the tip was on the tip of her tongue. Without warning, I shoved my cock into her mouth until my balls slapped against her chin. Lily gagged around my cock, but her hands planted on my ass and held me tightly against her face. I pulled out to let her catch a few breaths before I drove forth again.

  “Oh, shit,” I groaned. “You have the…” I growled as I thrust into her mouth again. “Most perfect fucking mouth.”

  I pumped in and out of her mouth, always keeping my eyes locked with hers. My cock was covered in her saliva, and some of it dripped from the corners of her cock-fucked mouth. It was hot and dirty, like the little bully I was thrusting into.

  The downside of Lily’s mouth was that I didn’t last very long. I felt myself getting very close very fast. I pulled out until only the head of my cock was in her mouth.

  “Suck me,” I commanded in a harsh whisper.

  Lily immediately complied. She sucked on the head of my cock like it was a giant lollypop with a creamy center she was trying to get to. Soon my cock was jerking as I groaned. My cream shot to the back of her throat and all corners of her beautiful mouth. A few white lines dribbled out of her mouth, but everything else she swallowed with her own little moans of satisfaction. She didn’t release me until she was sure she sucked me dry.

  “Okay, now I can go for some real food,” she sighed happily and got to her feet.

  “Well, now I’m hungry,” I said and kissed her lips.

  She took a step back from me. “Seriously. I need food now.”

  I nodded. “I understand,” I said. Before she could figure it out, I swept her up into my arms and made her squeal. I carried her into the bedroom and tossed her onto the bed. In a few seconds, I had her shorts and panties off and thrown onto the floor. I settled between her luscious thighs to sate my appetite.

  Chapter Twelve

  *~Lily~*

  “Don’t come in yet!” I yelled to Kyle after he rapped on my door. “I have to put on my shoes and put on my earrings.”

  “Umm…okay,” he said hesitantly from the other side. “You know I’ve seen you in less than that, right?”

  I rolled my eyes at the door as I slipped into one of my heels. “I want you to see the complete ensemble. This is a big deal for me. I’ve never been dressed up like this before – well except for Prom,” I said. “But even that can’t begin to compare.”

  I heard him sigh on the other side of the door. “You’re killing me here, Lil. The party starts in a half hour.”

>   “There isn’t anything wrong with being fashionably late,” I argued as I put in my first earring. “It’s…fashionable.”

  “Very astute of you, babe. Now hurry up.”

  “Quit your whining!” I snapped.

  The party was at the Art Museum, only a few minutes away, but I understood why Kyle wanted to make a good impression. The host, Ted Grant, was an associate of Marco’s. Marco had come on board of Kyle’s building venture, but because the higher ups at Sterling Corp weren’t interested in the project, the men had to find another backer. Marco introduced Kyle to Ted Grant, who already had several profitable and well run properties similar to what Kyle wanted to produce. Since this wasn’t a Sterling Corp related function, I was free to go as Kyle’s girlfriend.

  I checked myself out in the mirror one last time as Kyle again knocked on the door. I threw the door open and took a step back so that he could get a good look. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. Taking that as a good sign, I slowly turned in a circle so that he could see how I looked from behind, too.

  The white halter cocktail dress was shorter than what I would normally wear, with the hem stopping a little less than mid-thigh. The bottom half of the dress was tight and hugged my hips and ass, but the top half was a little loose except where the neckline plunged down to just below my breasts. The dress was backless, revealing the art inked on my back. My pumps were a light metallic bronze and gave me four and a half more inches of height. My hair was flat ironed and pulled back to my left side and held in place with a white, sequined barrette, leaving the stars under my right ear visible. My makeup was light, but made my gray eyes pop, and my nails were manicured and painted in a clear polish. The only jewelry I wore was a pair of diamond earrings Kyle surprised me with after our ousting at Sterling Corp.