Fallen Angel (The List #3)

by N. K. Love

  Jack also brought more news that I’m going to surprise Beth with later on tonight.

  Once Jack left, I finished up in the office and moved some of my surveillance equipment into the bedroom. After last night’s entertainment, Beth asked me if I had a camera that I could set up. She said she’d be too nervous if she staged her sex tape. So she’d rather have it at the ready for whenever—if ever—the mood takes her.

  I’ve set up two tripods with decent cameras; one in the corner by the balcony door and the other on my side of the bed, by the bedroom door. They both cover the bed at different angles. If my angel wants to film us having sex, I’m going to make sure we don’t miss a thing.

  After attending to a couple of business calls and digesting a day’s worth of emails, I get a call. It’s an unknown number.

  “Hello. It’s me.”

  “How did you get this number?”

  “Sweetie, come on. You know me better than that. I’m an exceptionally resourceful woman.”

  Carmel laughs but it’s short-lived.

  “Look, we’ve said all that needs to be said. I thought you knew me well enough to know that once my mind is made up, there’s no going back.”

  “I get it. You will be pleased to know that I have only called to clear the air between us. I don’t want to leave on a bad note. Let’s just say I thought you may be acting out of character because the rug’s been pulled from underneath all of us. But if not and you mean what you say, that you only want to hear from me with news of your mission—then I will respect your wishes.”

  “Good. Thank you. That’s all I needed to hear. I know you’ll be true to your word, Carmel. It’s nothing personal. We’ve had a good couple years and occasionally made a good team when needed.”

  “Yes, we did, didn’t we? I suppose, after my father passed away, I knew you two were close and I felt like having you around somehow kept him near also.”

  “I’ve never been consistently around, Carmel—just in the background. It’s better this way.”

  “You have always been a phone call away though… But anyway sweetie, like I said, I understand.”

  “I’m using this to make another go at doing me. My quest isn’t over, I will fulfil my journey—it just doesn’t look as though the Unit will form part of that anymore. That doesn’t mean to say that I don’t need your influence, just no contact, unless—you know.”

  “Jaxson, I have lived this life for many years, so I know more than anyone the weight it can bear. I will keep my promise to you and I wish you good luck.”

  “Thank you, it was good whilst it lasted and I wish you every happiness. This could be your fresh start too. Go away somewhere exotic, meet new people and escape, if that’s what you want. I think you’ll find answers you didn’t even know you were looking for—that’s what’s happened to me.”

  “Maybe I’ve already got my answers, X. Take care.”

  “You too, C.”

  9:30pm

  Beth

  “I’m gonna handcuff you tonight.”

  I nearly choke on my ice-cream.

  “Is that a wish?”

  “If you want it to be.”

  “Okay. You have forty-four left.” Handcuffs? “I didn’t even hesitate, I must really trust you, huh?”

  “I know you do Angel. This is going to be fun tonight.”

  Jax holds up the remote control to my vibrating bullet, which he’s been playing around with during another Crossfit Games repeat we’ve just been watching.

  “I think you’re more acquainted with that contraption now than I am. You think you can handle it?”

  “Always. I’ve also got a surprise for you.”

  His ghost of a smile transforms into something sexy and daring.

  “In that case, I think I’ll go and put on a nice little surprise for you too.”

  “Sounds perfect. I would say to bring the ice-cream but it looks like we’ve devoured it all.”

  Jax stands up from the sofa and takes my empty bowl.

  “What did I tell you? Neapolitan was lovely in the bedroom but I’ll always be a cookie dough kinda girl at heart. I can be the chocolate chips so you can be the cookie dough, which is without question, the best part.”

  “That’s debatable, B. Anyway, you take your hot, chocolate chip ass upstairs whilst I lock up.”

  I stand, leaning up to give him a quick kiss and then he heads off to the kitchen. I shout after him.

  “I’ll get ready in the guest room, don’t come in.”

  This is actually happening. I’m going to finally put my sexy purchases to their intended use and be handcuffed.

  I pick up my phone from the table, reminding me that my list needs updating, whilst I make my way upstairs. I cross off four more, including 19 and 30. Jax never overpromises or under delivers so I know they’re in the bag tonight. I’m not having a night of kink shelved by another emergency.

  Fuck It List

  1. Blowjob

  2. Handjob

  3. Cunnilingus

  4. Sex in a workplace

  5. Sex in a car

  6. Sex in the shower

  7. Multiple orgasm

  8. Get a tattoo

  9. Get a piercing

  10. Sex on the beach

  11. Phone sex

  12. Cybersex / Sexting

  13. Tantric sex

  14. Get stoned

  15. Use food / ice sexually

  16. 69

  17. Kiss a girl

  18. Tie somebody up

  19. Be tied up

  20. Watch a porno alone

  21. Watch a porno with a partner

  22. Do a lap dance

  23. Do a strip tease

  24. Sexual role-play

  25. Make a sex tape

  26. Sex outdoors

  27. Go to strip show / live sex show

  28. Be spanked

  29. Hit somebody

  30. Kinky sex

  My tummy’s secretly snowballing with nervous excitement. With last night’s vision of that girl handcuffed still fresh in my mind, I think it’s the ideal time to try this one out.

  I go straight to the guest bedroom. The ball of nervous energy is now ping ponging around inside of me as I frantically search for the one outfit I’ve been dying to find the right occasion for. It’s the stockings, suspenders and beautiful basque set that I bought on the shopping spree I went on after writing my list.

  Laying out the lingerie on the bed, I dash to the bathroom with my silk robe in hand. I clean my teeth, gargle mouthwash then brush my hair and tie it back into a high ponytail so that the ends dance between my shoulder blades. Shedding all clothes, I freshen myself up and slip on the silk robe. Gathering my clothes up off the floor, I head back to the guest bedroom.

  The process of donning this ensemble serves to transform my state of mind as well as my look. I thought the nurse’s outfit worked wonders for my confidence but this—this has me fantasising about the ways I’d like to fuck myself. I feel so freakin’ sexy, yet sophisticated.

  The basque is in a deep red wine with a classy floral embellished black design. The silky fabric running down the sides of my ribcage and hips are framed either side with long bones, cinching my frame into an exaggerated hourglass figure. The bones are quite flexible so it’s not difficult to move—or breathe! The underwired bust enhances my cleavage without overexposing myself.

  To look at it, you’d think I needed two friends to help me get into it without risking physical injury. But I bought it specifically because even somebody insexperienced like I am—was—can manage it. It’s fastened by hook and eyes down the front centre, followed by criss-crossed laces down the back, which I’ve pulled tight and secured with a simple bow at the small of my back.

  The basque covers about halfway down my bottom concealing the top of my G-string—no doubt Jax will want to claim this ‘G’ for himself too! When I unwrapped the G-string, I was pleasantly surprised to find that it contained the crotchless
version of the design. I categorically did not choose this so I suspect I’ll be thanking Wills for her interference tomorrow.

  My black suspenders are simple, gripping onto the thick band of pretty lace design at the top of my stockings, which I’ve teamed up with my red souled bad boy Louboutin heels.

  I’m ready Sir. Come and get me... x

  I pose confidently in the bedroom doorway with one hand on my hip and the other stretched up leaning on the doorframe. I feel every bit like the tempting little seductress I was aiming for. Miss Seductive is outdoing herself!

  I hear his bedroom door open and a deliciously inked, ripped and topless Jax starts padding barefoot casually down the hallway towards me, looking down at his phone.

  Like an epiphany, the vision of the tattoo I want pops into my head and makes me crack my confident pose with a giggle. I quickly shake it away because I want this to be the most jaw dropping ‘Ta-da’ moment ever!

  When he hears me, he raises his head and catches sight of me. His stride falters, coming to a standstill and he drops his phone onto the padded carpet.

  Brilliant, I’d pay fucking good money for an action replay of that. I maintain my composure, simply raising a smug eyebrow in acknowledgement of his hesitation. Inside, Miss Seductive is dishing out high-fives and fist pumping the air.

  I notice his lips curl up slightly in amusement of his own reaction but then it’s gone, replaced by a sexy seriousness. The fuck-me expression all over his face causes my vagina butterflies to flutter.

  This man is capable of destroying me yet I stand here willing for him to take me. I quickly make a wish on every freckle on this entire planet that that day of destruction never comes.

  But now is not the time to let Miss Sensible become Chief of the fun police, I don’t need reminding of the precarious state of my relationship with the incredible man standing before me.

  He crouches to collect his phone without moving his eyes from my body. Pressing something on the screen, he outstretches his arm, holding the phone up to me. I hear the shutter sound effect once, twice then three times but I remain poised.

  Pocketing his phone in the back of his worn blue jeans, he prowls towards me again.

  My thumping heart clashes with his confident strides. When he reaches me, I half expect him to grab my hand and drag me back the way he came. Instead, his hands encircle my waist and tug me flush against his firm body. My hands fly to his bare chest to steady myself. These heels bring my eyes perfectly in line with his skilful lips, urging me to run my tongue along my own lips in readiness for him.

  Jax moves his cheek to brush against mine, bringing those warm lips to my ear to whisper. “You look fucking incredible Angel. I think I’m the one that may need restraining tonight.”

  Leaning back, he looks down at my basque and inhales through gritted teeth. I see pure fiery passion in his eyes. Seeing my own feelings reflected in his behaviour has my pussy pulsing harder, longing for Jax’s touch. He squeezes my waist then runs his fingers up the sides of my basque.

  I stroke up his chest, moving my hands to the back of his neck. His thumbs follow the hem of the fabric across my breasts to meet in the middle where his cupped palms hover.

  I feel his restraint as his whole body tenses up. In stark contrast, my body feels like I’m melting into him.

  “Bedroom.” He commands.

  But I need him right now, I need something and with his lips so close to mine.

  “Kiss me and then I’ll come.”

  Amused at my unintended insinuation, he smiles boyishly.

  “Is that right?” I roll my eyes, smiling. “That sounds like a challenge, Miss Taylor.”

  Turning me to plant my back against the inside of the doorframe, he teases me with his lips. Brushing against mine, going to kiss me then pulling back whenever I try to reciprocate. He strokes the tip of his tongue around my parted lips.

  “Jax—one kiss, that’s all.”

  “Patience.” Raising my hands above my head, he places them either side of the top of the doorframe, with one inside the bedroom and the other on the outside. My heels allow this position without the need to stretch too much. “Don’t move.”

  Running his fingers down the insides of my arms, sends shivers of anticipation to the tips of my toes. His fingers don’t stop, they continue to trail down the length of my body until he’s on his knees. He grabs my half covered ass cheeks and snakes his head to smother his face between my legs.

  When he inhales deeply, that sole arousing act contracts my inner muscles and I feel how wet I am for him already. My knees threaten to buckle so he holds me tighter. I dig my fingers into the wooden frame above, gripping harder and bearing more of my own bodyweight.

  He mutters into the fabric, “God, if only you knew what you do to me.”

  The basque is thin enough to send the heat of his words straight through and onto my skin.

  Jax brings his hands from my ass to the backs of my knees and urges my legs further apart. My suspenders hold the fabric taut but it lifts enough to reveal my holey secret. He looks up at me with his greedy green eyes, shaking his head in disbelief at the distinct lack of fabric.

  I squirm my hips around under his gaze, failing to purge the desperation echoing within me. As if the picture wasn’t seductive enough, he bites onto his bottom lip. He said not to move, so I look away to stop myself from letting go of this stupid ledge and doing whatever I need to do to get him inside of me now.

  Resting my back against the woodwork, I close my eyes just as I hear him curse under his breath. He switches his arms to the inside of my legs and in one swift skilful move, takes hold of the tops of my thighs and lifts me up off the floor.

  I squeal with surprise but automatically open up to accommodate him, swinging my legs over his hench shoulders, not wanting to topple off balance—or scratch my Louboutin’s!

  “What the fuck, Jax?”

  I half laugh whilst still in shock.

  “Change of plan, Angel… Turns out, your pussy is exceptionally persuasive this evening.”

  My head is now level with my forearms and my back is pressed against the wood, supporting some of my weight. With his fingers pressing hard into my ass cheeks, his thumbs lie inside my thighs, rubbing the hypersensitive skin.

  The material of the basque has ridden up slightly, tightening the suspenders but there’s no need to unclip them. The access granted is more than enough to present Jax with the room he needs to work his oral magic.

  “If I kiss you here—” He dips his face into my pussy, where the basque masks his mouth. “—will you come hard for me?”

  “Mmm, yes.” He is purposely barely touching me. “Wherever. Whenever.”

  His solid body is so strong. Even post-stabbing, he lifted me like a feather and holds me steady as though it’s no effort. It shouldn’t still amaze me but it does. I concentrate solely on the fact that his lips are brushing against mine and I’m a tongue away from coming.

  “I like that.”

  Jerking me forwards an extra inch, so that my pussy is flush against his face, he licks me wide open and forces his tongue deep into me. I whimper with relief.

  When Jax tastes me, his appreciative moans are muffled. He works the outside, sucking softly.

  “You’re so fucking wet for me. I love eating your pussy.”

  Jax means every word. I know he loves it. He sets back to work, fulfilling his mission to make me come hard.

  I want to press my fingers into his head and ride his tongue under my governance. But in this position, that’s not possible. I am forced to submit to taking whatever his mouth gives me and accepting all the pleasure it brings in its entirety. It feels so good to be in the hands—and mouth—of somebody so extremely capable and utterly in tune with my body.

  I stare up to the ceiling. I concentrate on a particular swirl in the pattern, in a bid not to lose control. But my mouth obviously didn’t get the memo because I’m panting loudly, unrestrained.

 
He responds to my moans by gently latching his lips around my clit then circling and flicking with his tongue. The sensitive button sends a whirlwind of nonsensical messages around my body. There’s a continual whisper travelling through my veins and I hear it perfectly; ‘I love him. I fucking love this man’.

  Being distracted, my orgasm sneaks up, taking me by surprise. Evidently not Jax because he’d already braced me tighter and cradled me securely against the frame. I squeeze my quivering thighs together, probably starving him of oxygen as I lace his mouth with my arousal.