Page 38 of Redemption

“I’m not staying in Sweden—my place is here now. I’ll see my parents and then return to Louisiana and the Cavalieri. I’m not the same girl I was two years ago. As you said earlier, I’ll be an asset on some of the jobs, and I intend to fulfill that role.”

Arthur holds his hand out to me.

“Welcome aboard, Mrs. Vincent.”

Without another word, Arthur strolls off to where the rest of the Cavalieri sit along with the partners of those men who have them.

“Do you think Arthur will ever find someone?” I ask Gawain.

He shakes his head. “He’s married to his business. Nothing else. Now where were we, Mrs. Vincent?”

Gawain leads me through the corridors of the stunningly set out mansion up to a room on the third level. He opens the door and steps aside, allowing me to walk into the room. I’m greeted by a bed laid out with rose petals. There’s a bottle of champagne sitting in a bucket by the bed, chocolates on the night stand, and flowers and candles are dotted around the room although the latter are not lit yet.

“I know you like romantic gestures, so I thought I’d go all out.” Gawain looks nervous, for the first time ever. Even when he asked me to marry him, he didn’t seem this fearful of what I might say, but then he knew it was a foregone conclusion I would say yes to be his bride.

“Come here, Mr. Vincent.” I beckon him with my finger. When he gets to me, I lower myself to my knees in front of him. The casual white linen dress I chose to marry in doesn’t restrict my movement. Gawain is dressed in his usual uniform of jeans and t-shirt. We aren’t pretentious. We save the dressing up for when we are alone in his house. Our wedding was relaxed and perfect. Arthur was the only one who wore a suit.

“Megan.” Gawain places his hand on my chin and brings my eyes up to meet his. I place my hand over his cock, which is still hard in his trousers. One of the things I hated most during my time with Mordred was when he forced me into giving him oral sex. It’s not something I’ve managed to do with Gawain, yet. We tried once, but I couldn’t do it, and he spent the next half hour performing it on me. He wanted to show me he adored me for speaking up about something so difficult. But in this moment, on my knees before him, I know I want to try again.

“Please may I?” I ask. This isn’t me as a slave…this is Megan, the free woman asking her husband if she can give pleasure to him because she wants to.

“Of course, and should you want to stop at any point, you just say, and I will.”

“I know.”

Undoing the buttons of his jeans, I lower the stiff fabric down his legs to reveal his marbled thighs, toned to perfection by all the working out he does. Since my arm healed, I’ve joined him in the gym, and I’m embracing the new womanly curves appearing on my body. I lower his underwear next and reveal his solid cock with a bounce. I’ve never thought a male appendage as something pretty, but Gawain’s is. His piercing is back in, and I lean in and flick it with the tip of my tongue.

“Fuck. Seriously, baby, I’m not going to last long. But I’ll make it up to you later, I promise. I’ll worship that gorgeous pussy of yours all night.”

“For a life time?” I taunt and flick my tongue around the salty head of his cock.

“Hell, yes.”

Lowering my mouth over his length, I bring him deeper until he hits the back of my throat, and I swallow down the fear of what I’m doing. Gawain pulls himself out, sensing my hesitance, but I repeat my movement. This time, I feel a power starting to surge through me. Looking up, I see the pleasure written all over Gawain’s face. This act is not dominance to him. Its pure carnal delight, and I’m in control of it. I place one hand at the base of his erection and use it to control how much of him I take in. With the other, I massage his balls, which are already drawing up tightly, ready to release his orgasm into me.

“I love you so much,” Gawain groans as I use my tongue to flick his piercing while moving my mouth up and down his length in the opposite direction to my hand. “Fuck, baby, I’m going to come.”

He gives me a second to pull away, but I don’t want to. This is my wedding gift to him. He gently places his hand on the back of my head and slides me back down his length. We still, and then I feel his dick pulsate, and his essence covers the back of my throat. I swallow as much down as I can, savoring the flavor that only my husband can give me. Gawain withdraws from my mouth and sinks to his knees before me.

“I think you’ve beaten me, baby. I’m done. You’ve found my weakness…you.”

I laugh contentedly and nestle down on the floor next to him before saying, “And it’s a weakness I plan on exploiting not just for the next few hours but for the rest of our lives.”

THE END