Free Echo of Redemption by Roxy Harte Page B

though at this point I don’t think it is fear or anxiety, I think she is quite literally cold. I dip my fingers into a large barrel half-filled with reclaimed oil and they come out dripping black. I gesture her toward me. She hurries forward and it is evident in her eyes she knows what is going to happen, or at least what she thinks is going to happen. I stripe her face with the oil. “Not dirty enough.”
    I pick her up, making her gasp with surprise, and lower her feet first into the barrel.
    “Oh!”
    I back away, leaving her standing in the glop. The sludge hits her in the middle of her thighs.
    “How does that feel?”
    “Disgusting. Master.”
    “Do you feel dirty yet?”
    “Yes, Master.”
    “You aren’t nearly dirty enough. Scoop handfuls of oil over yourself. I want you to take a bath in that black sludge.”
    She looks disturbed by the thought and makes a disgusted face as she dips her hands into the liquid, but she manages to cup enough grimy oil to splash onto herself.
    My dick has been aching since we entered the pit. I regret taking off the schoolgirl uniform quite so early in the game, but I promised Freddie an hour. Watching her cover herself in black oil may be my undoing. She splashes the liquid onto her shoulder, then slides her hand down her arm, leaving black tracks. She covers her breasts, letting the oil roll down her flesh.
    Her fingers linger over her stomach, and I think she is beginning to enjoy herself. She makes swirling patterns before cupping her breasts and squeezing them. She pushes the two orbs together and there are white lines between the black from where her fingers were a moment earlier.
    “Your face.”
    She dips her hands and manages to cover most of her face with a quick swipe from hairline to chin.
    “Turn around.”
    She shuffles in a tight circle, turning her back to me. I dip my own hand into the cool oil and splash up, covering her back and buttocks.
    “Turn.”
    She does a little baby-step shuffle to face me again.
    “Do you think you are dirty enough now?”
    “Yes, Master.”
    I grab her hair and pull her face toward mine, kissing her, making her mouth open under the force of my kiss, making her take my tongue into her mouth. I taste oil as I kiss her, the smell of it fills my nostrils. I kiss her savagely, the need I am feeling makes it seem like I am fucking her mouth with my tongue. The metallic bite of blood mixes with the motor oil. I whisper into her mouth. “Dirty. Girl. Is this what you wanted?”
    “Yes-s.”
    I pull her hair, lifting her on tiptoe, pulling harder so that she has no choice but to leave the oil and come into my arms. My shirt soaks through as her breasts collide with my chest and her leg catches high on my hip. She uses my body as a ladder, leaving a cascade of oil running down my pants leg. I pull her into me so that she is out of the vat and back in the center of the pit. I pull on an engine hoist chain, looping it around her wrist and hooking it in place. She still has a hand free, but my purpose wasn’t necessarily to restrain her but to hold her in place.
    I step back and look at her, adrenaline pouring through me. If she is in sub-space, I am as surely in a place of my own. Other Dominants know this state of mind where everything stops. Time stands still. The world becomes silent. It is as if I am wrapped with her in a bubble of our own creation with an electric storm swirling around us.
    I reach out and pinch her cheeks together, my fingers sliding through the grease. “Enough dirt to satisfy you?”
    She nods, tears sliding over her cheeks. I somehow don’t think she’s sad but rather believe the emotion is one of joy.
    I release her cheeks to slap her, the sting running up my wrist. I slap her again on the other cheek. “Not yet. You aren’t dirty enough yet.” I rub my hand between her legs, finding her wet and ready. “Unzip me.”
    Her free hand fumbles between us and she undoes my fly with a quick pull. She pulls my