Independence: #2 Angel

by Karen Nichols

  “Tell me what you’ve seen, Angel,” Colin ordered firmly. He nodded to Reed and they dropped to either side of her feet. “Spread your feet, Angel…” he nudged his foot when she gave only a couple inches.

  “I…spanking…whipping…umm…w-wax…a-anal sex…”

  “And you think those are punishments?”

  “You asked what I’ve seen,” she answered quickly, biting her lip. Despite the blindfold, her head swiveled and she tried looking down at the hands on her ankles.

  “Stop squirming, Angel. You’re not going anywhere until I say you are,” Colin stepped back and admired his arrangement. He looked at Reed, watching him move behind Angel. “You have no idea how beautiful you are,” his palm caressed along the side of her face, tucking some stray strands of deep chocolate behind one ear.

  “People are entitled to their opinions…sir,” she said quietly, now and then giving an experimental tug with an arm or foot. A sharp yelp left her lips when the palm came across hard on her ass. It moved swiftly to repeat the action against the other cheek and her head snapped up. She was positive his voice came from in front of her.

  “Since you belong to me…and as my sub…whose opinion matters, Angel?” Colin speared his fingers into her hair and closed them, forcing her head to the side. He watched Reed lean in, press his body against hers and run his tongue along the expanse of throat exposed to him.

  “Yours, sir,” she almost shouted when the palm repeated the swats.

  “Good answer, pet,” Colin chuckled. “You’re making her wetter, Reed…imagine that…so is it us…or the swats?”

  “She tastes like sugar…and coffee,” Reed commented with a low, husky chuckle. “I think it’s you, lucky prick. The swats…icing on the cake.”

  “She’s enthusiastic when she cooks,” Colin said softly, close enough that his words whispered over her lips. Lips parted as she tried to decide how she should be reacting. “No time for thinking, Angel. Just feel what’s happening.”

  His mouth covered hers at the same time he slid his palm from her stomach, pressing heavily lower and spreading the already swollen labia. Moisture seared his fingers and he coated himself with her essence. Heat rushed through him and straight to his cock, hardening him and making the jeans he’d worn damn painful suddenly. When was the last time a woman had become a part of him before he’d even fucked her?

  Tension flowed in every one of her muscles. One hand was fisted in her hair, holding her in place while his tongue tangled with hers, stroking and pulling her into the kiss until a soft whimper came from her throat. He had been stroking through the swollen labia, teasing the heated dew from the small opening and spreading it over her clit. Between pinching and stroking, the tiny head poked out and swelled with each touch his fingers offered.

  Colin palmed her mound, stopping his teasing; removing his touch. He waited, listening to her breathing slow again. He took one step back, looked at Reed and waited while he did the same. Her breath hitched slightly, her nostrils flaring as she tried to locate them through her other senses.

  Angel felt her stomach roll. He wouldn’t leave her. He wouldn’t, she told herself firmly, pulling in one long breath and very slowly releasing it. She knew all the techniques; seen enough counselors to know what she should do when the panic attacks happen. She’d never cared enough to force them into play until now.

  “I haven’t gone anywhere,” Colin said quietly, his hand up and brushing one finger down the slight slope of her breast.

  “I have bar duty,” Reed said, looking at Colin honestly. “If you ever decide to share, call me.”

  “Thank Master Reed for his attention, pet.”

  “Thank you, sir. I…” Angel stopped uncertain if she was allowed to say more. She set her lips and let her head fall forward.

  “You, what, Angel?” Reed asked after receiving a nod and curious frown from Colin.

  “I’m sorry I’m not a better sub,” she whispered honestly.

  “I think you did very well for your first night, Angel. If this guy doesn’t treat you right, find me, alright?” He touched her cheek lightly with his knuckles.

  “Thank you, sir.”

  “Angel, you do realize Reed is serious,” Colin stepped closer to her body, the remote in his hand and gently adjusting the bar holding her arms out. He released her carefully, placing each cuffed hand on the bar at her middle. “Hold onto the bar.”

  “Serious?” Her head turned automatically toward his voice.

  “If you wanted to spend time with him…” he stopped when her head started shaking adamantly back and forth. “But you didn’t mind his touch once you became used to it.”

  “It was what you wanted,” she said softly. She curled her fingers around the wide, smooth bar. “Why have you stopped?” She caught herself. “Sir. I’m sorry. I know I have a lot to learn but you hadn’t said whether I could talk or not and I…I don’t understand…”

  “We’re going to another room,” Colin answered.

  She felt his hands on her waist, urging her to step to the side. She stopped and listened to something moving. When she reached for the blindfold, a firm hand caught her wrist, forcing it back to her side.

  “I’m naked,” she whispered, bare toes crossing over one another and her hands clenching when she heard the clip between them snapped together.

  “Oh, my sweet pet, I’m very aware of that at the moment,” Colin said with a ragged groan next to her ear. “I’m going to walk you to the side and return to clean the area and get my bag. Stay put and do not move, Angel.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Angel followed the steady, guiding hands at her waist. His hands crossed and he turned her, pushing gently until she felt the solid wall behind her. Her head dropped slightly until she felt the back of his hand beneath her chin.

  Then his mouth covered hers. There was no hesitation and nothing soft and smooth about his possession. His fingers had speared through her hair and fisted a handful, tilting her head back for the invasion. He held her immobile, just as securely as if she were still cuffed to the bars.

  Only this immobility was caused by the pounding in her chest; the pulsing between her thighs and the throbbing nipples pressing against his chest. She’d never wanted a man so badly and she could feel every hard line of him against her thigh.

  “Wait here,” Colin ordered gruffly, his mouth cruising for one last taste over her swollen lips.

  “Yes, sir,” she whispered.

  She had his scent committed to memory. His touch was hypnotic and addictive. She didn’t know what would occur after the weekend ended, but for now she wanted nothing more than everything he was willing to share with her.

  Colin wiped down the bars and reset them into the smooth bench. Tanner Clayton had created some damned interesting play furniture for the club.

  He leaned against it, both palms flat. His head turned slightly to the side to look at Angel standing just where he’d placed her. Hands in his cuffs, feet spread and looking delectable.

  So what the fuck was wrong with him?

  He’d been fine until she voiced her willingness to please him. Why had he stopped? He didn’t intend to. He didn’t have issues with playing in public or even fucking her right here and now. Since when did he question his own behavior or choices?

  He’d intended to spread her out on the bench and take her through a wild ride of sensations, from strangers to toys.

  “Are you finished in this one?” A low voice asked, black leather and high heels greeting his vision when he looked to the side. He straightened and nodded, taking the cleaning things to the cubicle set in the wall behind the unit.

  Colin walked slowly toward Angel. He could see her nostrils still flaring as she took in things around her with the senses he’d left her. She wasn’t cold, the temperature in the club was set to keep the subs comfortable, but her nipples were at a nice wrinkled peak. He could see traces of the syrup between the puffy, swollen labia and felt his cock give a shar
p lurch back to full sail.

  The caramel coloring that hadn’t seemed that prominent now stretched literally from head to toe, with the barest lighter shade where a one piece swim suit must have been last summer. His modest little sub, who wore a one piece swim suit, was now standing – mostly calm – completely nude. Except for his cuffs and collar. He stood back a moment, watching people pass, looking, admiring and then glancing at him.

  Envy.

  He could feel it and still the hesitation that waved through him was annoying.

  Time to explore more of her needs, he told himself flatly. Find out if they would mesh with his own before completely losing control. It wasn’t like there wouldn’t be a line to take her on if he chose to walk away. His friends would have him in for a mental check, but…

  No. The thought of her with another dom just didn’t make his stomach happy. Or the other parts of him screaming for him to follow his own advice and stop thinking so much. Time to feel.

  He lifted the black bag on one shoulder, decisively striding to Angel. He lifted her hands to his shoulder and bent just enough to heft her in place. The startled squeal and momentary wiggled met with a very sharp palm on her ass.

  “Breathe, Angel,” Colin ordered with a laugh. “I have a room reserved upstairs for us to play.

  “Warning! You could warn a girl…” Angel growled until the palm struck again.

  “I didn’t think spanking you would be so much fun,” Colin murmured as he climbed the wide, curving staircase. “Very pretty shade of pink…”

  “You were afraid it would scare me,” she said softly, her hands gripping the leather belt around his middle.

  Colin didn’t answer because she was right.

  “Why can’t I see?”

  “Because I want you focused on feeling, not what you see. You’ve spent too long relying on your other senses and these need to be brought to life,” Colin answered easily. He pushed the door open with his toe and crossed to the large bed. Another surprised squeal filled the room when he dumped her back onto the soft surface. “Stay there, Angel.”

  He set his bag on the edge of the bed and took a long look around the room. He wanted her. But it wouldn’t be hard and fast this first time. His gaze locked on the hooks set into the beams against the wall and he nodded.

  Perfect for what he had in mind.

  Colin opened his bag before crossing the room and lifting the vinyl padded bar stool. He placed it right where he wanted it and undressed to his jeans, leaving his things on the chair at the bottom of the bed. Then he took her cuffs and pulled.

  Her body responded instantly, her head up and lips parted to take in a breath meant to steady the sudden rush of anxiety that he knew was shooting through her. He walked her toward the wall, turning her carefully and lifting her to sit on the bench.

  Then he began the torture.

  He wanted to see her eyes and lifted the blindfold slowly. The room was very dimly lit with the sconces on the wall at their lowest level. He waited in front of her, watching those dusky, dark lashes blink and open. Another surge of power shot straight to his cock when she instantly met his gaze, ignoring her surroundings.

  For a long moment he just watched her. Lips pursed, though he was positive she wanted to speak. He wasn’t doing a good job as her dom if there were questions in her eyes and set about rectifying that.

  “Questions, Angel?”

  Her head shook from side to side at first, and then up and down.

  “What did I do wrong?” The words burst out in a short string. “Why didn’t you…why did you…” She stopped when he brought one finger up to her lips.

  “I failed to define your place, and I’m sorry for that. I definitely know better. Politely asked questions are acceptable anytime. You’re new and to be honest…” Colin cupped the side of her face, his thumb stroking over the slightly parted lower lip that was full and seemed to demand attention. “To be honest, my reaction to you is fucking with my head at the moment. Unless I tell you, silence is always expected in public unless someone requests permission to speak with you. Respect is always at the top of your list. We spent a lot of time with your dislikes and I’ve been so busy uncovering your possible likes, I never bothered to tell you what I’d want from our time together,” he’d caught himself just in time from calling it a relationship.

  He repeated over again that he was not relationship phobic. He repeated that he had been the one to seek her out. Repeatedly. What he hadn’t expected was the depth of the emotions she was pulling from him.

  “What…what do you want from me?” She managed in a low, breathless voice.

  Colin liked the soft tongue that came forward and moistened her lips and decided being a dom had a hell of a lot of perks to it. He opened the clasp between the cuffs and took a step back. Looking around quickly, he found what he wanted and tossed it to the floor.

  “Whenever you kneel, find one of these to use beneath your knees, Angel,” he waited when she nodded, his head cocked patiently to the side.

  “Oh! Yes, sir.”

  “What I want right now…is for you to touch me…and finish undressing me.” He waited while his words held her attention. “Then I want those gorgeous lips around my cock, pet.”

  He wasn’t sure what he glimpsed in her eyes. More than a hint of trepidation as well as excitement and anxiety. It struck him at the same time her hands rose she stroked over his chest, fingernails catching loops of sandy colored hair.

  “I’ll guide you on that last one, Angel…show you just how I like it…”

  Relief filled her eyes and he knew watching her expressions and reactions were going to be one of the most erotic things between them. Here, with him, she hid little. All the memories and past were locked outside the door and he planned to make that a normal part of her life, with time.

  He parted his feet, bracing himself as she looked up at him, one hand up and stroking over his face.

  “I took art lessons…and one of them was to draw what your fingers see,” she murmured, leaning in and closing the space between them. Her moan was soft when her nipples scraped against his chest. “But I couldn’t do it…”

  “The flowers in your shop and apartment on the walls,” he recalled, the images flashing through his mind’s eye.

  “I can do those. I failed that lesson because I…I couldn’t make myself do this…and I really wanted to…”

  “How old were you, pet,” Colin caught himself from putting his hands on her. He’d never realized how difficult it was to remain immobile before now. No wonder subs had to be restrained if their urge was half as strong as what he was feeling right now.

  “I…it was just after I lost the baby,” she whispered painfully, her fingers shaking until she pressed her palm against his heartbeat.

  Colin waited, watching her gain control of her breathing. “Angel, it was taken from you. Not lost.”

  “It was god’s will because I’m a child born of evil,” she recited from years of memory. “You killed your mother…”

  Her head jerked back when a pair of strong hands bit into her shoulders, lifting her from the floor until her toes dangled about the hardwoods. Her eyes widened, her head shaking.

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered fervently. “I’m so used to…to reciting it just to make him leave me alone…”

  “Not here, Angel. He is never…ever…with us. He doesn’t deserve you or, quite frankly, to be a parent to any of them,” Colin loosened his hold, allowing her to stand again. “It’s going to take time, pet,” he leaned in, kissing her softly before taking her hands and placing them on the opening of his jeans. “I gave you an assignment.”

  Chapter Ten

  “Yes, sir.”

  Angel wasn’t sure how or when she’d become comfortable, but she smiled at him, her attention on the slight contours of his chest and abdomen. He was strong but his muscles weren’t bulky. They were solid and she liked the warm feel of him beneath her fingertips. He wasn’t hurrying her
so she trailed her fingertips around the faint ridges, the smallest of definition to his chest, onto his arms…down his biceps…and she watched his breathing hitch now and then.

  That was enough encouragement to make her touch firmer, more confident.

  It was mesmerizing, she thought, the warmth and strength beneath her palms as she stroked along his shoulders to the waistband of his jeans. Her fingers fumbled with the opening to his jeans and she couldn’t remember being so klutzy in a long time. Her breathing caught when the button popped free. She didn’t have to touch the zipper, just tug gently on the sides, and it slid all the way down. Over the thick, hard cock straining behind the denim.

  That’s when she became distracted. Her hands moved to the jeans, stroking along his flesh and pushing the denim down off his hips. Her fingers brushed against the rounded, muscled behind to get the fabric out of her way. She liked the feel of his skin beneath her hands, tickling her fingers and the soft center of her palm.

  She didn’t even notice that he not only hadn’t moved, but he was holding his breath.

  He hadn’t worn underwear, she realized when the dim light of the room fell on his penis. She nudged the pillow with her foot and dropped agilely to her knees. Her hands moved the denim further along his thighs and onto the floor. Her gaze remained on the thick stalk before her while her hands freed his bare feet and pushed the jeans out of the way completely.

  She wondered when she’d forgotten the tiny clinking noise the connections made on her cuffs. The noise outside the room no longer seemed a distraction, either. Maybe she was adjusting. Maybe she was capable of a normal relationship. To a degree, she corrected with a soft sigh.

  She saw his twitch as her breath sifted over his flesh. So she did it again, dropping back and blowing lightly over the wrinkled sacs and onto the thick base of his cock. She’d never used the word before. Not like it was going through her head now. He’d said sexual words and it sounded so…sexy…so sinful, she thought with a little smile. She straightened up and felt his body jump when she pressed the flat surface of her tongue to the base.