Angel (NSC Industries)

by Sidebottom, D H

  After unbuttoning the last one, I swallowed profoundly; looked at the floor so I wouldn’t see the disgust in his beautiful blue eyes and slipped it off my shoulders.

  CHAPTER 10

  Standing in my skirt and white lace bra, my faced burned as I heard him gasp and I closed my eyes, trying to seal in the tears that I knew would come.

  This was the first time I’d shown anybody the damage from James’s rampage, apart from Beth. The wounds were hideous; deforming my once beautiful body.

  I had two 9” thick, jagged scars, one across the top of my right breast and the other running across my ribs. Four 7” wounds, one across my right collar bone and the other three over my chest and stomach. And twelve, roughly 3” scars scattered randomly about my torso, most across my breasts.

  There were also eleven cigarette burns on my front.

  I slowly turned so he could see my back. This was worse than my front, an unsightly concoction of lacerations and cigarette burns, but the worse wounds were the two large welts that ran diagonally across my back; a trauma of being whipped.

  I was glad I wasn’t able to see these, unless in a mirror, as they were the ones that brought back the worst memories.

  The pain of being whipped had been mind-numbing, the pain so intense I had scrambled across the dirty, dusty floor of the garage, trying to get away from it; the smarting thrash of the crop against my skin rendering me unconscious.

  I had been stood silently waiting for his reaction for about five minutes and I was growing faint with the forceful flow of blood pounding through my body.

  I was still facing away from Nate, fiddling with my fingers in a nervous action. I could hear his heavy breathing behind me but other than that the room was silent.

  My fear had commanded my tears forward, silently spilling down my pale face and dripping off my chin onto my lace sheathed breasts. Not having the courage to face him, I stood motionless in the dim light, my shoulders rising and falling with each deep breath.

  Finally, I sensed his presence behind me; I could feel his hot breath on the peak of my shoulder blade and his scent flooded my nostrils. My mouth dried and my throat closed in, causing me to gulp.

  I felt his finger gracefully glide up the curve of my spine and my lips parted as I tried to inhale full breaths. His hand came up to sweep my hair over my shoulder, exposing the nape of my neck as he leant down and oh so softly kissed it.

  My head dropped forward and a moan fled from my throat as he began a devoted worship of my traumatised skin with his tongue, inching his way down my back covering every fragment of my pale backbone.

  He unhooked my bra clasp when it provided a barrier against his relentless torture. His fingers slid round my sides and pushed my bra off before he cupped my breasts in his large hands, expertly caressing them.

  He swept his tongue deliberately slow straight up my spine and his mouth came to rest alongside my ear as his hands teased my nipples from behind me.

  “You think I don’t desire you, Angel?” he breathed heavily in my ear, “You believe I don’t crave you?”

  His fingers played harder, pinching and rolling my stiff nipples. “You imagine I don’t want you?” his mouth grazed my earlobe, nipping it between his teeth.

  His hands dropped down and took hold of mine. “I can see your beauty beyond the scars, Angel. The curve of your beautiful body makes me hard Baby” he whispered as he pulled my hands behind me and positioned them over his rigid cock, grinding his erection into them.

  “Oh Jesus, Nate” I moaned, dropping my head back to rest on his shoulder as he licked and suckled on my neck.

  He unzipped my skirt and slid it off my hips, letting it drop and pool on the floor around my ankles. His sweaty palms rested on my hips. “The contours of your arse make me want to fuck you till you scream my name, Angel” he groaned in my ear.

  His solid erection was straining against his trousers while I massaged it fiercely, begging for its freedom.

  Feeling my way, I undid his belt and unzipped him, sliding my hand in his shorts and freeing the swollen ribbed muscle into my firm grip. He growled loudly and slipped his fingers into the front of my knickers, pressing his fingertip against my inflamed clit.

  I jolted with a yelp and I felt him chuckle on my neck as I continued working his shaft furiously, trying to work my way around his piercing.

  The impaled bar was really turning me on as I teased it with my thumb, rolling it round and round as I pounded his shaft with my palm, synchronizing my pace with Nate’s relentless rhythm on my stimulated bud.

  His fingers snaked down towards my opening and he moaned vigorously as he plunged a finger in me. “Fuck Baby, you’re drenched” he hissed in my ear as he inserted another finger and I whimpered.

  He increased the pace of his fingers as he ploughed them in and out of me, driving me towards absolution. My grip tightened on him as I neared my peak, my muscles constricting and my breath coming in pants.

  “Come on Angel, come on my fingers” he growled as he pressed his thumb brutally on my clit. I screamed as the violent orgasm gripped me, smashing me to pieces and vehemently pulling every muscle tight in my body.

  As the walls of my pussy clenched Nate’s fingers, my own fingers forcefully clenched around Nate’s cock, giving him his own powerful orgasm as his hot semen spewed onto my bare back, drenching me in the creamy fluid.

  Every hair on my skin stood on end, goose bumps flooded every part of my flesh, and each muscle convulsed as I came down from the ultimate climax.

  My head flopped back onto Nate’s shoulder, my breath escaping my body in pants as he also struggled to gasp in vital air.

  “Oh my God” I wheezed, as his arms circled my waist and he spun me round to face him. “Liv” he squeezed out between breaths.

  Angling his mouth over mine he gave me a long tender kiss, slowly caressing my lips with his.

  When he broke, he cupped my cheek “I think you might need a shower” he said, a guilty smile on his face. “Come on, let me wash you” he grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs and into the bathroom.

  Reaching into the cubicle he turned on the shower, slowly acquiring the right temperature while I stood silently watching him, nearly naked in just my white lace knickers.

  With his back to me, his beautiful hair pasted to the back of his neck, I noticed his shirt was plastered to his body in a swathing of sweat and I could make out the outline of a tattoo on his back but I couldn’t determine what it was.

  His magnificent arse was still hidden in his trousers, and I was desperate to get him out of them so I could run my hand over his soft man cheeks.

  I came up behind him, sliding my hands round the front of his hips as I pulled down gently on his trousers. Taking his shorts with them, I continued to slide them down his legs lowering my body with the act until his clothes were pooled around his ankles and I was on my knees behind him, his shirt hanging over the back of his hips and his bare arse at my face.

  Lifting my hands to palm his buttocks, I gently stroked the contours of his delicious bottom with my thumbs. His breath caught as my tongue skimmed over the rock-hard muscle.

  “You have an exceptional arse Nate. It makes me think obscene things” I uttered as my hands slithered round his front to take his revitalized erection.

  He hissed and grabbed the cubicle frame to support him, as I continued to lap at his backside and stroke my hand over his stiff cock.

  His hands squeezed the frame harder as I snaked my way round the front of him, his rigid penis now at my face. My tongue skimmed over its slit to lap up the drop of pre-come nestled at the head as my hand wrapped around his shaft, while the other cupped his sack.

  “Oh, Yeah Angel, suck me.” His hands rested on my head, grasping my hair as I lowered my mouth around him, slowly gliding him in and out as I ruthlessly sucked him, my tongue tickling the little silver balls on each end of his bar that was speared through the head and my palm massaging his testicles.

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sp; Nate sucked in an extreme breath, reached down to me and lifted me upright “Baby, it’s gonna be over too quickly if you carry on.”

  He moved in for a kiss and hooked my knickers round his thumbs, twisting at the both edges and snapping quickly so they tore in half.

  “Ta Da” Nate grinned, swinging the shredded material round his thumb. “Very clever” I grinned back.

  “Now I can see ALL of you, Angel” he said, his sultry gaze resting between my thighs, never shifting as he slipped his shirt from his back and backed me into the shower.

  He was a vision of manhood, all lean and hard lines. The water trickled down his broad shoulders, cascaded over his bulky chest, filtering across his grooved stomach, down through his man-trail leading to his large, thick penis and continued over his narrow hips and down to his strong, firm thighs.

  I drooled candidly, my mouth hanging open as my heart thumped. “Like what you see, Angel?” Nate smirked and I nodded briskly, my eyes still studying his impressive form.

  Taking my hand he pulled me into the flowing water, its warm stimulation causing my head to fall back and my eyes close. Nate’s hands moved to my head, his fingers digging into my scalp as he washed my hair.

  Only stopping to squeeze shampoo onto his palms, he continued the pleasurable kneading, his fingers sliding through my wet ringlets as he rinsed out the suds.

  He took the sponge and squirting gel on it, he started to wash me, running it over my arms and stomach and purposely bypassed my breasts. He continued his mission, sweeping down my legs as his face scowled in concentration, his tongue peeking out of his lips.

  Spinning me round he cleaned my back, gently skimming over my bum and then quickly spun me back round to face him.

  Dropping the sponge, he captured my breasts in his hands, manipulating my nipples while he worked. Resting my head on the wall, I moaned and pressed my chest further into his hands.

  He tilted into me and replaced one of his hands with his mouth, his hot tongue flicking over my firm nipple whilst he played and stimulated my other nipple with his fingers, swapping breasts after a while so he could tease them both.

  “Oh God Nate” I moaned as his mouth left my chest and his tongue grazed down my steaming body.

  Purposely brushing his lips over every scar, he made his way down my belly and dropped to his knees, resting his hands on my hips.

  He slowly looked up to my face, his eyes flaming and a slow, sensuous smile curved his lips as his hands slid between my thighs and gently pulled them apart.

  He dipped his nose into my mound and inhaled heavily, his thumbs now walking their way in and pulled my swollen flesh apart.

  His tongue swept the length of my groove, lapping at my arousal as he murmured his approval. My hands fell in his hair and tugged as he worked me into a frenzy, his tongue expertly labouring on me.

  “NATE” I cried as he slipped his finger into me and ignited my orgasm; my fingers clenched in his hair and my legs buckled as he slowly worked me down, his hands on my hips to support me.

  Making his way back up slowly he kissed me thoroughly, his tongue vigorously playing with mine and I could taste my arousal on this lips, reigniting my lust.

  “Put your legs round me, Liv” he demanded in a growl, as he placed his arm under my bottom to lift me.

  Swinging my legs over his hips, I grasped him with my thighs and lowered my hand between us to position his cock at my entrance.

  “Condom Baby” Nate rasped, while suckling on my neck. “Are you clean?” I managed to ask him. “Yeah Baby, are you on birth control?” he asked, looking to face me.

  “I haven’t slept with anyone for ten years Nate and I can’t get pregnant. I need to feel you baby, I need you bare” I informed him, rotating my hips to tell him I couldn’t wait any longer.

  Fixing my eyes with his intense gaze, he impaled me in one brutal thrust.

  “Shit” he grated through his teeth as I cried out, my head flung back and banged against the tiled wall of the shower.

  “You okay Angel?” he struggled to ask between his fixed jaw. “YES!” I panted, my arms resting on his shoulders.

  “Wait” he commanded as he opened the cubicle door and stepped out into the bathroom, his arm still under my backside to support me.

  I clung to him as he exited the bathroom and made his way across the landing towards my bedroom, both of us dripping everywhere. As he entered my room, he walked us over to the bed and lowered us onto it, my back to the mattress with him braced atop me. “Okay?” he questioned.

  Nodding my head at him, I pulled him down for a kiss, my fingers lacing in his hair. Groaning he started moving in slow thrusts.

  “You still feel so good baby, I’ve missed you” he said softly as he gazed at me, still slowly plunging in and out of me.

  I could feel his piercing as it swiped up and down my internal walls, softly stroking my G-Spot, swiftly kindling my lust. “Faster Nate” I pleaded as I lifted my hips up to meet his rhythm.

  He increased his speed, driving deep into me as I clawed his back and wrapped my legs tightly around him, never wanting to let him go.

  “You. Like. It. Hard. Baby?” he ground out between each lunge. “God! Yes Nate” I screamed at him as he pounded relentlessly, filling me to the hilt with each powerful stroke.

  My fingernails dug into his back and I bit into his shoulder as he guided me into a formidable orgasm, the air in the room closing in as I struggled to catch a breath; my toes curling so tightly I thought they were going to snap.

  “LIV!” he roared as he met his own forceful climax, bucking into me; his face screwed tight. “FUCK” he snarled breathing wildly, sweat dripping off his face and lining his back.

  He rested his forehead against mine. “Jesus fucking Christ Liv” he panted, “I’d forgotten how fucking mind-blowing we are together” he whispered, his breaths still coming in small gasps.

  He rolled onto his back, pulling me with him and slipped his arm around me, drawing me close.

  “I love you Angel” he declared, kissing me softly on my head and bringing my fingers to the tattoo on his chest.

  “I love you too Nate. I never stopped” I confessed, reaching up and kissing him softly.

  Interloping his fingers with mine he rested his lips on my brow “You’re so beautiful, Angel. Sometimes I can’t breathe when I look at you. You make me whole, baby and I can’t let you go again now, it would rip me in two to watch you walk away.”

  “I don’t want you to let me go. I’m afraid of what you mean to me. I can’t be hurt again Nate, but I need you” I confided.

  “I won’t ever hurt you baby. I would never lay a finger on you Liv!” he said sincerely.

  I wasn’t concerned that Nate would ever hit me, it was the emotional pain I was worried about, especially when I told him about Jay.

  CHAPTER 11

  When I woke, the sun was streaming through the curtained window, a sure sign that it was going to be a hot, sunny day. The other side of the mattress was cold and empty.

  Rising from the bed, I wrapped my robe around me and went downstairs in search of Nate.

  I could hear music playing loudly so I knew he hadn’t left. Entering the kitchen, I saw him stood against the worktop in just his trousers, his bare back to me. He didn’t hear me approach over the music.

  Oh wow!

  He had a huge tattoo on his back. It was stunning. An Angel spread the width of his broad shoulder blades, her enormous wings spanning from his left shoulder to his right one; the feathers so delicately inked that it made you want to reach out and touch their softness. The angel was naked, her face upturned as if pleading to the heavens; her perfect, bare breasts highlighted to perfection.

  Her eyes were closed as in exquisite pleasure and her long, wavy hair illustrated to precision, emphasizing each silky strand. As I got nearer to him, I could see numbers running down the side of the angel’s leg ‘22.12.89’.

  He must have heard me gasp because he spun rou
nd to me, his slow, sexy smile playing on his mouth. “Good Morning, Beautiful” he said, leaning down and kissing me softly whilst his hand slipped round my waist to pull me nearer.

  “Hi” I smiled shyly.

  “I’ve made you breakfast, Angel” he grinned “Only pancakes.”

  “Speaking of Angels. She’s beautiful, Nate” I told him.

  His grin widened. “She’s very beautiful, Liv” he corrected.

  His fingers cupped my chin and tilted my head back so he could look in my eyes “That’s because she’s you, Angel.”

  “What!?” I asked, shocked.

  “I had her inked when I realised I was never gonna see you again. An eternal reminder of you” he professed, the love and sadness displayed in his eyes.

  “I didn’t think you would remember our date” I smiled fondly.

  “I’d never forget it, Liv. It was the first time I saw your beautiful eyes; your radiant face. The first time I ever kissed you” he said, now stroking his thumb across my lips.

  “Breakfast” he demanded, more to himself than me “Sit.”

  As we ate, we chatted comfortably, both of us at ease with each other. “What do you want to do today, baby?” he inquired.

  “Aren’t you working, you always work!” I asked, confused.

  “I thought I’d take a day off” he informed me, raising his eyebrows, challenging me to argue.

  “Well whatever you want really, I’m easy” I replied as his eyebrows lifted higher.