"That far, huh?"
Damn him for being able to read her so well. If she could have punched him for chuckling, she would have... but he'd already leaned down for another kiss and she supposed she could have bit him, but why bother?
Then his mouth pulled away again and she let out a little sound of protest.
"That's now how this works Angel, I'm not just going to take over and do whatever I want without some kind of acquiesce from you."
"Why not?"
Adam brushed his lips over hers again, but this time it truly was just a brush, leaving her straining upwards for more. Tease. Jerkface.
"If that's how you want to play it... tell me we can go as far as I want to."
"We can go as far as you want to," she repeated obediently, a shiver of excitement zipping through her as she spoke the words.
He leaned closer, his thigh pressing hard between hers and her hips jerked upwards, grinding her clit against that long muscle. When he spoke, it was in a low voice, directly in her ear and her insides clenched. "Tell me I can do whatever I want to your body."
"You can do whatever you want to my body." Her voice was breathy, wispy. Then some semblance of self-preservation reared up again. "Within my hard limits."
This time his chuckle didn't bother her in the least.
******
God he loved that snippy little side of her that would come out when he least expected it. She'd gone boneless beneath him, only to remember herself and set down the ground rules again. It was those quick changes that kept him on his toes, kept him guessing - made him wonder what it would take for her to lose control completely when she was here, alone in his house with him rather than in the safety of the club. That kind of letting go would mean a great deal of trust on her part.
He sort of rolled off the couch while standing up at the same time, taking her with him so that he could flip her up over his shoulder.
Kind of a caveman move, but he liked it. And there was no way their first time together was going to be on his couch when his bed was just a couple floors away. Besides, he'd been fantasizing about having Angel in his bed, not on his couch. Although the reality of her on his couch was quite nice too.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
Adam smacked her ass as he turned towards the stairs. Dammit. The bling had dug into his hand, although it didn't hurt that much it was still annoying. When he got those pants off of her he was going to spank her for wearing them. "Whatever I want, remember?"
"Yeah, I just thought you were going to do it down here..." The sexual frustration in her voice was obvious, and if he hadn't already been as hard as a rock that would have definitely done it to him. Well, that and the fact that her delectable ass was right next to his face and his hand was wrapped around her thigh with his fingers between her legs.
He took a deep breath, grinning as he caught the faintest whiff of sweet, musky feminine arousal. Considering that she was wearing jeans, her panties must be soaked for him to even get that hint of scent. He picked up the pace a little bit, ignoring her protests as she was bounced on his shoulder. Sure he felt a little caveman, but he kind of liked the Neanderthal scenario.
Capture woman, drag her back to his cave, and don't let her out or near any other Neanderthals. It was pretty safe to say that Angel raised all of his most possessive instincts, and it didn't help that she was such a guys' girl.
But he wasn't going to think about that right now. No, he was just going to think about how cute she was when she was grumbling and calling him names under her breath, and about how red her ass was going to be once he'd spanked her for it, and how fantastic she was going to look tied down to his bed.
When he reached his room, he kicked the door closed behind him. The muttering immediately stopped and she pressed her hands against his butt as her body shifted; obviously doing her best to look around the room. Like the rest of his house it was neat as a pin, the complete opposite of the messy chaos of her room, because he hated clutter. There were a couple of bookshelves filled with his guilty pleasures, namely a lot of young adult science fiction and fantasy that the other guys would probably tease him about. The more respectable authors who wrote for adults were on a bookshelf in a room downstairs.
His bedroom was pretty sparsely decorated. There was a desk with a laptop, all the furniture was dark wood and bare, the quilt on his bed was the only really colorful thing in the room. A gift from his mother before she'd left for England; she'd started it when he was in high school and finished it just before she'd married Samuel. The bright and cheerful red, orange and ivory colors were like a splash of warmth in an otherwise fairly utilitarian room.
When he set Angel down on her feet she was already done protesting, her eyes flashing around the room as she frowned. Inwardly he sighed. He was still hard and ready to go but obviously his curious kitten wanted a moment to look around. As she turned around the room, taking it all in, she stripped the sweater from her arms but the movement wasn't at all sexual.
"Is this a guest room?"
His mouth quirked. "No, this is my bedroom."
"But there's nothing in it."
"Bed, dresser, desk, bookshelves... what more do I need?"
"Oh I don't know, pictures, trinkets, something to personalize the space a little!" She walked over to the bed, her fingers trailing across the quilt pattern. "This is beautiful. Why don't you have more things like this here?"
"My mother made that for me." Yeah, because talking about his mom wasn't going to further kill the mood. "And because I don't like clutter."
"You can have something on the walls without it being clutter," she said, shaking her head. A little smirk crossed her face as she turned back to look at him. "My room must have driven you nuts."
"You have no idea," he murmured, stepping closer. He really wasn't interested in examining his room - why would he be? It wasn't that interesting and he lived in it. "But I didn't bring you up here so that you could tell me how to decorate my bedroom." The only decoration he really wanted at the moment was Angel herself - and how pretty would she look secured to one of his walls?
Just like that, with that one step towards her, Angel's eyes flared with heat and they were right back where he wanted them to be. Her tongue flicked out against her lower lip. Shit, he loved her mouth. Adam had always been an ass man; although he enjoyed oral sex of course, it had never been one of his preferences. With Angel, he constantly fantasized about sliding his cock between those bow-shaped lips, even after he'd fulfilled that particular fantasy. He just wanted to do it again.
So why shouldn't he?
"On your knees." His voice was harsh, deep, demanding. Angel dropped like a stone, almost looking surprised at how quickly she'd gone down. If he'd still doubted whether or not she was a true submissive, that would have told him right there. She'd obeyed without thinking about it, without having been trained for it. Some submissives still might have argued, but Angel already trusted him, already accepted his dominance of her, and she reacted accordingly. "Put your hands behind your back, I want you to hold onto your elbows."
The position thrust her breasts out. The bra she was wearing was nothing special, purple like her sweater and with a little heart dangling in the center between her breasts. He kind of wished that he'd told her to take it off, but at the same time denying himself the sight was kind of a delightful tease.
Keeping his eyes trained on hers, he began to unbutton his shirt. She started off by looking directly at him, but as he undid one button after another her eyes drifted down to his chest.
******
The man should work for Chippendales. Hellooooo hot body. Although wasn't she supposed to be doing a sexy strip show for him? Not the other way around?
Not that she was really going to complain if he wanted to strip down for her, but it did seem sort of backwards. Then again, she was going off based of what she thought a Dom would want... and she was demonstrably not a dominant. The whole point was that Adam wanted her to
kneel and watch him while he unbuttoned his shirt.
Maybe he really was a sadist.
She wanted to run her tongue all over his stomach. Rub her face in his chest hair. Really wrap herself around him and touch every inch of him that she could with every part of her body that could reach him. And instead she had to kneel here and watch him undress for her. She was proud of herself for not drooling.
He had a fantastic body. Muscular, defined, but not so cut that his muscles looked like they'd been too hard to cuddle with. Fair hair, slightly darker than that on his head, centered on his chest, although there was also a thin line of it heading down from his belly button into the Promised Land. Angel had read that in a book, and the author had been talking about a woman, but she figured it was apt enough for Adam.
"You look hungry, Angel," he said softly, stepping closer as he shucked off his shirt and began undoing his belt. Her eyes raised back up to his, which were a bright, glittering blue. "Would you like something to fill your mouth?"
"Yes please, Sir."
Her mouth actually watered, her fingers tightening on her arms. Kneeling here in front of him like this, with her hands behind her backs, it should have felt wrong. Every feminist bone in her body felt that way. But they'd also all completely melted under the heat. She liked being on her knees like this for him, liked the way his eyes slid over her face and down to her breasts, liked the approval that she saw in his expression.
Would she do this for any man? Absolutely not. But Adam made her feel special. He made her feel like she could submit to him and he would only respect her more because of it, not less. They'd gotten off to a rocky start, but she knew, right now, that she was glad he'd been the one to do her Introduction Scene. Glad that they'd been paired up right from the beginning. Because she didn't think she would have felt this with any of the other Doms. None of them held the same level of attraction. None of them had even guessed at Chained that she wasn't what she seemed to be.
But Adam saw right through her. He'd taken the time to get to know her even though her initial lie had offended him on some basic level. And she wanted him to see her, to know her. For the first time, she felt like maybe this was a man that she could have a real future with. As scary as it was to be thinking that already - but hadn't he said he wanted exclusivity?
And right now, in his bedroom, she'd felt like this was the most intimate, most bare thing she'd ever done - and she was still wearing most of her clothing. It wasn't about the physical stuff, although that was part of it, it was about the connection between them.
So when he pulled that beautiful cock out of his pants, she didn't just give him head. She worshiped him with her mouth. Her tongue. Licking up and down the sides of his length, she put her whole body into it. And then she sucked him in between her lips and took him deep.
The groans, the fingers that were now sliding through her hair, only encouraged her. She felt fuzzy, warm, as all of her focus centered on the pleasure that she was giving him.
"Hands back where they belong." His voice snapped out as he pulled away, leaving her lips open, panting. Angel blinked and then almost jumped as she realized that her hands had moved of their own volition. She hadn't even noticed, she'd been so wrapped up in wanting to take him in.
Immediately she put them back behind her, wrapping her fingers tightly around her elbows to keep them in place, before looking back up at him. The expression on her face, her slightly swollen, open lips were a silent entreaty. And he answered, smoothly stepping back into place.
The slick length of his cock slid easily back between her lips and she hummed her pleasure. He groaned again, obviously enjoying the vibrations of her mouth around him. Flicking her tongue against the underside, she explored the veins along his shaft as she moved her head back and forth, trying to take him a little bit deeper each time.
After a few moments she managed to get back into the rhythm she'd had before, into that same head space where everything seemed to melt away except for pleasuring him. It was almost hypnotic, the sucking, the moving, the taking... her jaw ached and yet she wanted to go on like this for hours. She loved the way his fingers felt, running through her hair, touching her forehead, her cheeks, in an almost reverent manner.
Every part of her body ached to be touched, and yet she was content as long as he was.
"Fuuuck... Angel... I'm gonna cum..."
She recognized it for the warning that it was; he wasn't going to give her the option of pulling away this time, he wanted her to swallow him. And she wanted it too. His hips thrust, much less gently than they had been, and they were working in tandem now rather than it being her efforts alone. Tears sparked in her eyes as his cock pushed at the back of her throat and she pushed down the instinct to gag and did her best to accept him into that tight space.
Whimpers worked their way around his cock as she sucked hard, eagerly. She could feel his cock pulse against her tongue and then hot fluid was coating the back of her throat. Swallowing convulsively, she closed her eyes and held on as she suckled his orgasm, milking him for every last drop.
Finally his groans and heavy breathing slowed, his hands relaxing on her head as his cock began to slowly shrink inside of her mouth. She could breathe again, but she was reluctant to let him go.
A low chuckle made her open her eyes and look up at him, her lips still firmly wrapped around his base.
Adam tapped her hand. Oops. Both of her hands were wrapped around his legs again, nails digging into the backs of his thighs, as if she'd been trying to drag him deeper into her mouth.
"You are both a very good, and a very bad girl."
Chapter 21
The look on Angel’s face was of conflicted desire as his cock finally fell from her lips. Immediately he missed the warmth, and at the same time, he loved seeing the turmoil in her full expression and the way she nervously flicked her tongue out along her lower lip.
"Sorry..." Her hands fluttered away from his thighs. "I don't know why... Sorry."
Hiding his smile, because he really had enjoyed the way she'd clutched at him while she'd been swallowing him down, Adam just shook his head. "So you've built up a small pile of punishments already, sweetheart. Calling your Dom names, disobeying orders..."
"I didn't mean to! Well, okay, I did mean to call you names but I didn't know I wasn't supposed to. You never told me not to."
The best part was, she really wasn't trying to be a brat and gain more punishment by arguing. He could tell. No, she was genuinely trying to talk him out of it, and from the way she was squirming, he was pretty sure it was because she wanted an orgasm, not a spanking. Well he was fully prepared to give her both.
"Stand up," he said, holding out his hand in case she needed assistance. She took it, even though he could tell she didn't really need it. "Take off your jeans."
As she was doing so, he finished taking off his as well, leaving him standing naked while he looked over her matching bra and panties. She'd been surprisingly graceful taking off her jeans, definitely positioning herself to give him the best view of her butt. The firm curves were not entirely covered by the thin fabric of her underwear, which he had to admit was one of his favorite looks if a woman wasn't wearing a thong. Or nothing at all.
Sitting down on the edge of his bed, he held out his hand. "Come here, Angel."
Her face reddened as his eyes swept over her nearly bared body, but she reached out and took his hand. The little squeak that she gave as he tugged her quickly down over his lap was too cute for words.
"Lovely," he murmured, running his hand over the purple fabric stretched over the cheeks of her ass. It was soft cotton, closely fitted to her skin but without digging into it.
"Um... thanks." Angel peeked at him through the cloud of hair that was covering her face and he chuckled, rubbing the rounded curve of her butt a little harder with his hand, squeezing her cheeks. With a little moan, she wiggled her bottom at him, her body asking for more.
"So. Twenty for moving yo
ur hands after I told you not to, fourteen for the seven names that you called me, and ten for trying to argue your way out of those fourteen."
"But-!"
"You want more?" His hand tapped threateningly on her bottom and she immediately fell silent. "Respect is always important, and I shouldn't have to tell you not to call me names." Try as he might, he couldn't entirely keep the amusement out of his voice and he felt Angel relax over his lap. Which was good. He wasn't going to give her a very hard spanking, just enough to heat her bottom to a nice bright pink. And he was quite sure that she was going to enjoy it.
Mostly.
"So why are you getting a spanking, sweetheart?"
Angel groaned and wiggled her bottom, but he just left his hand resting there, waiting for her answer. She sighed.
"For moving my hands, calling you names and trying to avoid a spanking," she said softly. Her head twisted around, her bright amber eyes wide and innocent. "But I really didn't mean to move my hands, I didn't even notice that I had."
"Well then it will be good for you to work on it," he said sternly. She let out another little huff of air and twisted her neck back around, laying quiescent over his lap. "You'd better keep them in place now, grip my quilt if you have to."
Waiting until she'd bunched the fabric into two tight little fists, Adam raised his hand as she tensed, anticipating the blow.
"Relax. And count each one."
A deep breath and she did as he commanded, a feeling of delighted power rushing through him.
SMACK!
"Oh!" There was more surprise in her voice than anything else. He hadn't hit hard, just enough to sting. "One."
"Good girl."
SMACK!
"Two."
By the time she got to ten, her voice was becoming a little more strained. Now that she was warmed up, the skin of her bottom slightly pinker than the rest of her, he felt able to begin to spank her a little harder, knowing that it would still be enjoyable.
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