Amish Redemption (Erotic Romance) (Amish Heart Trilogy)

by Rush, Miranda

  She heard the sound of some kind of material being torn and then felt duct tape binding her wrists together tightly at the small of her back.

  “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes,” she breathed. Her heartbeat was now fluttery and her feminine folds were becoming moist and warm.

  “Good.”

  With that he lifted her up by the arms and tossed her onto the bed face down. He came on the bed beside her and slapped her bottom hard. She gasped in surprise and pain. SLAP!—again, the other cheek this time. SLAP!—once more, this time where the first one landed, and again, another stinging blow. This time she could not keep from crying out. She felt his fingers tracing circles on her chaffed flesh, and then his soft lips trailed feather light kisses over her entire bottom.

  Roughly, he turned her over on her back. Expecting more pain, she was almost taken aback to feel him trickle kisses, licks, and sweet nibbles starting at her feet and moving up to her inner thigh. There the kisses became more ardent and the nibbles turned into love bites. She writhed, both from the marvelous sensation he was creating between her legs and the discomfort of the unnatural position of her arms.

  “Lie still!” Another abrading smack landed, this time on her thigh.

  “But—“

  “Are you going to use the safe word?” His voice was soft.

  “N-No.”

  “Then keep quiet,” he ordered, again sounding very unlike Nick.

  She shivered. What is he going to do to me?

  Then she felt his tongue and lips everywhere, lingering kisses to her breasts, her mouth, and between her thighs. He encircled her clit with his tongue, around . . . and around . . . then she felt his tongue enter her core, making swift circles within her inner lips. He brought himself back up to kiss her mouth, allowing her to taste the tangy musk of her own arousal.

  Then he withdrew and pulled her right leg in between his knees. Not understanding, she began to question and another whack came to the side of her hip.

  “Silence!”

  He turned her onto her right side, and brought her left leg over his hip. She could feel the hairs on his leg under her thigh, then, a brush of his erection against her wet female lips, a play of the head rubbing her pussy in a circle. He was burrowing slightly inside her. He entered her, reaching inside to where her vagina ended, deep inside her belly. His strong slender hand held her leg securely over his hip, giving him leverage to sink even deeper inside her.

  His thrusts were strong, measured and precise. With each push, she made guttural sounds from within her chest. More slaps came to her backside, causing her to moan as the pain blended with the ecstasy of his drives within her. The combination of pleasure and pain was a heady mix, one she was finding addicting. Each stroke and each blow increased the rising heat in her. With each thrust, her back arched, and her breath became more ragged.

  Then she felt the grazing of his fingers against her clit, up and down, rubbing in rhythm to his cock moving in and out of her. The speed increased and so did the pressure of his fingers. Her body convulsed as she came, and his cock continued to pump into her. The stroking of his fingers hastened, causing her to thrash wildly as the waves of her orgasm claimed her.

  When she was quiet, he completely withdrew.

  “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you really trust me?”

  “Yes,” she said breathlessly.

  “Good.”

  She heard another tearing of the duct tape and instantly the sticky fabric was covering her mouth.

  I can’t scream! What about garlic?

  Ignoring her half-panic, he picked her up off of the bed, marched her out of the bedroom and crashed her onto the kitchen table, bent over face down.

  “Now I am going to fuck you so hard.” His fervent statement was intoxicating. He paused, waiting for her to respond.

  Blind, unable to move her arms, voiceless, all she could do was nod. She found the gag disturbing and exhilarating at the same time.

  Penetration was a straight shot to her center. He withdrew and dove again and again, pounding deeply into her. He held onto her arms, pushed her flat on the table and drove in and out of her with fervor. He felt as if he were on fire inside her and he rode stronger with each thrust, impacting her cervix with narcotic sensations. In and out and in and out. She uttered high pitched garbled sounds through the tape as her excitement swelled and overtook her, robbing her of all sanity. Her orgasm set off his and with a cry he buried himself within her, shaking as he came inside her.

  He withdrew swiftly, leaving her face down on the table. She moaned her sudden bereft state. In short order he was back with scissors, cutting the tape that bound her wrists. He pulled her up into his arms and took the tape off her mouth.

  “You okay?” He rubbed her arms and shoulders.

  She giggled in her euphoria.

  “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  “No. That’s a wow.”

  A smile spread across his face. “Excellent.”

  A few moments later, dressed in robes, they sat down to eat reheated, slightly burned pork chops and over-baked apples.

  “Delicious.”

  Rebekah found that she had little appetite. Instead a sleeping animal had been awakened in her—or is it a monster? For having opened her Pandora’s Box and peered inside, she found she wanted to explore and play with all the contents, hazardous or not. The possibility of danger or harm to her only served to feed what was fast becoming obsession. She chewed on a small bite of pork contemplatively. I don’t want to be seriously hurt. I just need to know how far this goes and what it feels like.

  “How are your arms?”

  “Fine.” They are fine; it is my shoulders that are sore.

  “You’re sure?”

  She sighed impatiently. “Look, I’m not going to lie to you.”

  “So are you ready for the next level?”

  Oh! That sounds exciting.

  “Yes.” What is ‘the next level?’ And what is the level after that?

  “Well, then, you better eat up because you are going to need all your strength for what comes next. I’m going to give you what you asked for. We are making this an all-nighter, Baby.”

  Oh! More! She liked the sound of that. Eagerly, she took another bite and tried to envision what Pandora could possibly serve up.

  Chapter Four

  Blindfolded again, she sat on the bed and eagerly waited for what Nick had in store for her. From the direction of the living room she heard the sound of a power drill operating on and off for several minutes. What the hell? What was he building? Tense excitement sparked within her and already the stirrings of heat were prickling in her inner thighs and belly.

  At last the drill silenced and she heard Nick’s footsteps coming down the hall and into the bedroom.

  “Hold your hands together and interlock your fingers,” was his command. She did so without hesitation. She expected to feel duct tape on her skin as before but instead some coarsely textured—rope?—encircled her wrists tightly. After tying it off, he put the end of it in her hands.

  “Feel that?”

  Her fingers investigated. He had tied a large loop after the knot securing her wrists.

  “Do you know what I am going to do with this?” His voice was cold, stern.

  Her mind swam, trying to piece together the sounds of the drill and the loop in the rope.

  “No—”

  He chuckled. She tried to envision what expression his eyes would hold now. Would they be playful or cool?

  He stood her up.

  “Spin around a few times.”

  “What?”

  He pinched her nipple roughly, causing both nipples to rise and stiffen.

  “Ouch!” But the pinch only served to warm her groin further.

  “Spin.”

  She spun, with him pushing her faster in circles, until she was reeling and falling down.

  Then he led her—In what direction
? Ending in what room? He raised her off the floor by the rope between her hands and suspended her—did he screw a hook into the ceiling?—in midair with her back against a wall. Leaving her weight dangling, he quickly splayed her legs, imprisoning each ankle with a band of unyielding metal that he clicked into place.

  “Open your mouth.” She could feel his breath on her face.

  She obeyed. Instantly a wad of cloth was shoved in her mouth, followed by duct tape across her lips.

  “You are mine. Do you understand?”

  She found she could not make any noise at all. She nodded and felt an element of fear. What if he went too far? She would have no way of communicating with him. Her abused shoulders were already starting to ache. Why is he taking my voice away? What about my safe-word? She found that she had to breathe carefully to avoid a sense of choking. Her heart was booming in her ears. Shit, shit, what have I gotten myself into?

  A slap to her thigh brought her attention back to him. Ouch!

  “Do you understand?”

  She quickly nodded.

  Before she could wonder what was coming, her nipples were pinched and pulled out. A sharp twist caused her breathing to break and the glow that was building between her legs to blaze hotly. Out of the darkness he pressed against her and she could feel his glorious hardness against her belly. He rubbed it against her as his searing kisses blazed her cheekbone and the ache she felt for him flowed up into her chest and down her thighs.

  His fingers were within her folds. Unexpectedly gentle.

  “You are so wet.”

  The fingers disappeared and she felt his hot breath on her femininity. He blew softly, making her twist within the confines of her bondage. Then, practiced fingers and tongue worked up and down, around and around and inside her, driving her to mindlessness. Now! Now! She shouted internally, I want you inside me NOW!

  Out of nowhere teeth nipped her clit and before she could recover, his cock entered her forcefully, slamming the head to a new depth. Grasping her hips, he withdrew and slammed inside her again. In and out. Wham! Wham! It was almost painful. The pull on her shoulder joints was painful. I am completely helpless here. She found she didn’t care. The discomfort augmented the wonderful fire that was coursing through her body.

  He stopped for a moment, leaving her. No! She didn’t have to wait long as he was back in moments. He reached behind and under her and she felt something firm and large pressing into her anus. Relax! She tried her best to loosen her sphincter to allow the insertion. Ouch! It fit in all the way, not hurting once inside but making her feel extremely full. Strong hands gripped her once again, and he slid back inside her, this time pushing her bottom so that with each thrust, she was increasingly aware of the fullness in her ass. The fullness intensified the sensation of his strokes. The feeling was amazing.

  His mouth savaged her neck, consuming her with kisses. He moved up to her ear and bit down on her earlobe. She felt hot wetness drip from her ear. Is that blood? The idea that she might be bleeding fed the conflagration that was now rapidly burning out of control. Suddenly, on the edge of being overwhelmed, a bomb exploded in her. Jerking against her restraints, her passion reached its peak and she shattered, shuddering again and again.

  When her twitching had stilled, he pulled away, only to come back momentarily. He entered her again and this time she felt definite hard, blunt spikes along the shaft of his cock. Oooh! In . . . and out. The texture emphasized the amazing feeling of his movements. She forgot all about her shoulders.

  Again, grabbing her buttocks, he crammed himself deeply within her . . . and out. Each stroke was more violent than the last. She was filling lightheaded yet sensitive to the tide of passion once more breaking to the surface as he hammered into her furiously. Sweat ran down their bodies, creating sweet stinging where they rubbed against each other. She could feel the spikes as he withdrew, brushing the underside of her clit. Almost brutally, he mashed their hips together with each plunge into her core. Senseless, she fractured into tiny pieces, electricity shooting through her.

  As if he could feel what she was feeling, he exited her immediately after her orgasm. She was exhausted. As the fire ebbed, she could feel the strain caused by being hoisted in midair. Her shoulders and wrists burned.

  She heard a click and then her right leg was free, then another and her left was free also. Wrapping his arms around her, he lifted her down from where she hung and laid her on the floor.

  He spoke softly for a moment, “Are you okay?”

  She nodded.

  “Get on your knees!”

  Oh, God, I am so tired. What does he want now?

  She fumbled to her knees.

  Something very thin and sharp—a knife?—drew a line from her cheekbone to her jaw, then down her neck. Instantly, her mind flashed back to Jakob holding a blade to her throat. Her heart jumped into her mouth. She squirmed.

  “Stay still!”

  The point traveled down her chest, drawing outlines around each nipple.

  She tried to remain motionless, but couldn’t help it. She shifted her knees, moving away from the knife.

  Clap! A cuff smarted her cheek. He hit me! In their lovemaking, he had smacked her bottom or thighs before, always in play but never her face. This brought scorching tears to her blindfolded eyes. Yet, even still her heart raced with wonder of what was to come.

  “Hold still!” Not wanting another strike, she froze as the blade made its way down her belly, around her navel, down then up one thigh. It then moved to her clit. Her breathing became clutched. It lightly ran up and down her clit and around and again. Then it was gone. His hand was pulling on her wrists as he cut the rope.

  He didn’t give her a minute to recuperate because he bent her over at the waist until her face was mashed into the carpet, putting her bottom up in the air. Brusquely, he brought her wrists behind her and tied them tightly behind her knees. Next, he tied her ankles together. She couldn’t budge. He put his head down close to her ear.

  “You okay?”

  She wasn’t sure how to answer. Her body ached all over. She was fatigued and a little anxious, but was also filled with the most incredible satisfying feeling. She wanted more. She wanted to see how far this could go. She nodded.

  She then felt him straddle her legs and felt his erection rub against her vaginal opening. I can’t believe he wants more. Why hasn’t he come yet? A slender item was placed in her hands.

  “Do you know what this is?”

  She slid it through her hands. It was flat, about an inch and a half wide with small holes at one end. Even before she got to the other end and discovered the metal buckle she knew what it was.

  “Do you know what I am going to do to you with this?” She wasn’t sure which emotion was stronger, the feeling of galvanization, or a sick sense of apprehension.

  He did not wait for an answer. Swiftly, the leather snapped her bottom. Once, twice . . . five times. He let several seconds elapse between each blow to maximize the effect. Each time she had to concentrate so not to choke on her gag. Then she felt something immeasurably soft lighting across each bottom cheek, concentrating on where she was certain she must have welts. Had she a voice she would have cried out. But would she have used the ‘safe’ word? She didn’t think so. Drained as she was, she was enthralled to imagine what was forthcoming.

  The softness—feather?—left and was replaced by him straddling her calves once again and shoving his cock to the furthermost inner reaches of her. Oooh! He is still wearing the spiky sleeve! Again and again, with each thrust her desire renewed. With each drive, she felt her body swell up to envelope him and her clit begin to twitch. She wanted to move, to push against his thrusts. Trussed up as she was, she was unable to do anything but bear the brunt of his fever and let go. He clutched her around her waist, holding her up as he fucked her. She felt her orgasm building again, reaching a plateau—and he withdrew, leaving her there with her bottom end in the air, pining. No! Come back and finish me off!
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br />   Without untying her, he set her back on her knees, shins flat to the floor, hunched over. She felt him kneel before her and reach down to grasp her chin and pull it upward. Her neck at a difficult angle, he tore off the tape and removed the cloth, rapidly moving his mouth onto hers with hot insistent kisses. She kissed back, grateful to have her mouth free and loving the taste of him. No, the taste of us. She could smell her juices on his face.

  His mouth went away. Gripping her face more tightly, he said, “Open your mouth.”

  His engorged penis filled her mouth and throat, sliding in and out. At first her mind rebelled. Mental pictures of Jakob flashed through her, causing her to quake. No, this is Nick. It’s only Nick. She then was able to relax her throat, taking all of him inside of her, sucking on him gently, then harder. She reveled in the potent mélange of their combined tastes and smells.

  “No, not like that.” He removed himself from her mouth. “I’m not done with you yet.” He replaced the cloth and sealed her lips once more with duct tape. “You’re just going to have to suffer through this.”

  He pushed her head back down toward the floor, sticking her backside up in the air again. He entered her again for several more terse strokes. She had to come. All reason was about to abandon her. She squirmed as much as she could against him, to let him feel her needs. He picked up speed and power, punching into her with everything he had, in and out, in and out, in and out. Then, maddeningly, he withdrew completely.

  Once more, she felt the sharp tip of the blade gliding around her bottom and then lightly from her clit and up the crack of her cheeks. There was tugging as the ropes binding her wrists and ankles were cut and she was free but not satiated. Finish me!

  He picked her up and carried her, laying her face up on the bed. For a moment there was nothing, and then his knees spread her legs wide open. He gingerly removed the tape and gag from her mouth and kissed her tenderly, then urgently, the combination of their individual needs forming sheer demand.

  Penetration was sweet and slow. Over and over again his cock claimed her with surging dives to her center and withdrawals. As he dove, she was conscious of something down there that was not him. He had removed the spiky glove, but with each thrust, she could feel a small knob rubbing against her clit. In and out and in and out. Oooh! Ooooooh! Again and again. The entirety of the night’s events descended upon her, culminating in a massive detonation, splintering her into a million tiny pieces.