I keep the tip of my wanting cock just at the edge and can feel her pulsing with the orgasm I just gave her. My lips graze over hers as I ask, “Do you love me, Angel?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me, Angel?”
“Yes! Benny, please,” she hisses as she arches up to try to get me inside her. “I need you! I need to feel you inside me now.”
I put the tip inside and she moans like it’s the best thing she’s ever felt. I pull it back out and she makes the cutest little mewling sound. Then I slam into her and she lets out a bunch of air as it seems I’ve pushed it out of her lungs.
Over and over I thrust into her so hard that I can feel her breath coming from her mouth as mine hovers near hers. I breathe her in and take in everything she is. Her essence is amazing and I want all of her.
I want all of her forever.
I can’t see my life without her being a part of it and slow my hard thrusts, making long, slow strokes as I move one hand up and down her side.
Her body shakes with the chill my touch gives her. She rises up a bit, making our mouths touch. Her tongue taps at my lips and I open them to find hers moving inside as she kisses me with a deep, sweet kiss.
She tastes like the red wine we drank before we came to bed and I run my tongue over hers, tasting the wine mixed with her own natural juices. I roll us over, so she can be on top of me and she sits up, looking down at me as I lift her up and down.
Her dark hair is falling over her shoulders in waves that shine with the television’s light. Her tits are magnificent as they bounce with each movement she makes.
“How about you lean over here and pop one of those yummy tits into my mouth, Pumpkin?”
With a smile, she leans over and teases me with just the slightest touch of her nipple to my lips. I growl and raise my head and grab it with my teeth, making her yelp then it morphs into a groan as I bite it and lick the tip until it’s as taut as it can get.
I pull more of it into my mouth and suck it hard. Her nails gouge into my shoulders as she moans my name then a string of curse words comes out of her mouth as her body tightens around my cock and she starts to shake with an orgasm.
My cock can feel every little wave and squeeze the orgasm has her body making. I want nothing more than to give her as many of these things I can.
Just as I feel her beginning to slow the squeezing action it has on my cock, I let her tit go and smile at her as I say, “I have a little surprise for you.”
She opens her eyes and sits up on top of me. “What is it?”
I lift her up, off me and turn over to take out a set of pink, fluffy handcuffs and a matching blindfold from the nightstand. “You game?”
She nods and smiles. “Oh yeah, I’m game.”
“Hands in front,” I say as I hold out the cuffs.
She holds out her hands then I cuff them. I get off the bed and place the blindfold over her eyes. Picking her up and tossing her over my shoulder, caveman style, I carry her to the closet where I hang her cuffed hands over the hook on the door where her robe usually hangs from.
It’s high enough off the ground she has to stand on her tippy toes. “Please tell me you plan on making my ass ache, Benny.”
I walk back over to the nightstand and get out a pink gag and one of my belts. I kiss her long and hard. Then stop and ask, “Hand or belt?”
She licks her red lips. “Some of each, please.”
“Gag or no gag?” I ask as I run the ball over her lips so she can feel how big the gag is.
“Gag. I want you to make me feel it, Baby. I want to see red covering my ass when I look at it later in the mirror.”
Her breathing is already getting heavy again as she grows more excited. “Since you won’t be able to talk and use a safe word, when do you want me to stop?”
She takes in a deep breath and says, “This might sound weird, but I really need to cry since I found out that Gage actually did cheat on me. I want you to stop only once you see tears streaming down my cheeks. Because I feel the hurt welling up inside me and I don’t want it to fester like it did before. I want it out and gone. Okay?”
I kiss her cheek then put the gag into place and fasten it behind her neck. “You got it, Baby. And for the record, I don’t think it’s weird at all.”
We all have our ways of dealing with tough shit after all.
I run my hands over her ass. It’s round and plump and perfect. I take it all in. The paleness of the skin I’m about to turn pink. The way it gets tighter with every pass I make over it with my hand.
I smack it once half as hard as I can. She makes a little moan and I do it again then run my hand over it, finding it warm where I hit it. I pick up the belt and give her a slight slap with it and watch the plump muscles move in waves then I do it again in another place, and once more in another place.
She groans with each one and I look at her to see if any tears are beginning to spill but see no indication of any.
I use my hand to administer more spanks to her flesh that’s beginning to turn pink. She’s tough as shit and I make a few more strikes with the belt then her groan turns a little high and I look at her face and find the pink blindfold staining with tears.
I stop the spanking and move in behind her. Moving two fingers inside her, I find her not only insanely wet but her insides as quaking with an orgasm.
It makes my dick actually hurt and I lift her up higher and slide my dick into her from behind. I make hard thrusts into her as I kiss her neck, nipping it and sucking it.
Her body is hot and I can feel sobs making her chest heave. I whisper, “Do you want me to remove the gag?”
She shakes her head. I’m sure she’s afraid she’ll make so much noise someone will hear her crying.
Her body is still squeezing and throbbing with an intense orgasm as I stroke into her and all I can think about is making everything better for her. I keep making deep thrusts into her over and over until I finally cum and send my semen into her hot depths.
Her legs quiver as I do and finally our bodies slow their intense pulsing and squeezing. I pull the gag off then take her cuffed wrists down.
Picking her up, I lie her face down on the bed, leaving the blindfold on as I look in the drawer for the key to the cuffs. I don’t see them as I move the few things that are inside the drawer around.
She’s crying pretty hard so I stop my search and rub her shoulders as her arms are stretched out over her head. “I have to go downstairs and see if I can find the keys to the cuffs, Baby. I must’ve tossed them in the trash with the package they came in. That was careless of me and you can take it out on my ass if you want to.”
“It’s okay. I’m just going to lie here and cry some more. I’m starting to feel better, believe it or not.”
Her ass is red so I ask, “You want me to put some ointment on your ass before I go down there?”
She shakes her head. “I like the comfort of the burn. It makes me feel like I’m experiencing the pain of the heartbreak. I know it sounds crazy…”
I stop her as I kiss her shoulder. “No, nothing is crazy, Baby. You want the blindfold off?”
“No. Leave it on. The complete darkness is comforting. And, Benny?”
“Yeah, Baby?”
“Thank you. Thank you for understanding me like I’ve never been understood before.” She lets out a long sigh.
Her red ass makes me feel kind of terrible and I place my lips on it. “You’re welcome. You know, you understand me better than anyone ever has too, Pumpkin. And when I get back with the keys or some other way to get you out of those cuffs, I’m going to kiss every inch of your sweet ass and let you know how much I love you and how happy I am that you’re mine. I’m sorry your heart had to get broken by that dumbass, but I’m happy you were free when I came along.”
“Me too,” she says with a whimper.
After I put on a robe, I leave the room to head out to find the damn key.
BLAZE
I
t’s dark as I go down the long hallway. I can see the light from the television coming from underneath the door closest to ours. It’s the one her grandmother is in and I have to wonder if my grandfather is in there too.
A little further down the hallway, I see the door to my parents’ room. It’s dark under that door and I’m sure they’re asleep already. The next two doors are where my parents’ and grandfather’s drivers are sleeping. I see no lights on in either room.
The door to my grandfather’s room is dark underneath it. Then there’s the room we put Gage in and I find it wide open and no lights are on inside of it. Curiosity takes me over and I creep inside to see if he’s in here and sleeping with the door open.
There’s enough light from the moon as it shines in the window to see the blankets have been pulled back and he’s not in the bed. I look at the door to the attached bathroom and see it’s opened and there’s no light on in there.
Maybe he needed a drink or something.
I head back out of the room and down the stairs, going very quietly so I don’t startle him. As I go down the stairs, I don’t hear a thing to tell me he’s down here. But it’s a big place so he could be anywhere.
Going into the kitchen, I go to the laundry room to look through the trash where I threw the package the cuffs came in. Angel is my top priority. I can come look for wonder boy once I’ve set her free.
As I open the door to the laundry room, I find Cuddles sleeping in a corner of the large room. She doesn’t open her eyes as I come inside and turn the light on.
“Cuddles?”
I can see her little body rising and falling with each breath so I know she’s breathing. But damn that’s some hard sleeping she’s doing.
I know she played pretty hard with Gage but that’s too deep for her to be sleeping. I nudge her with my foot and brace myself for her to tear into me with the intrusion.
Nothing.
She doesn’t even halfway open her eyes.
A chill runs through me. But I shake it off and start digging through the trash for the package. It’s taking too long and I pick up the can and turn it over, making the paper and other paper goods we put in this can for recycling spill out onto the floor.
I look back at the dog and she’s still out like a light. When I look back, I see the package the cuffs came in and pick it up. There the little set of keys are. I must’ve forgotten to take them out.
With a quick tug on the tape that holds them inside the package, I get them out and leave the laundry room and head to the stairs to let Angel out of the cuffs.
I’ll come back down after I get her settled.
“Hey,” I hear from the dark of the dining room off the kitchen.
I turn as I recognize the woman’s voice.
“How the hell did you get in here?”
ANGEL
My tears have dried up as Benny seems to be taking a very long time to get back. I’m cuffed and blindfolded, lying on the bed. Being naked as well, I feel extremely vulnerable.
Wiggling around on the bed, I try to get the blindfold to slip off and manage to get it some of the way off. One eye is nearly free, I think.
The door squeaks a little as it opens. “Thank God, Benny. Did you find the key?”
I hear nothing. Then hear not one set of footsteps but two. Then two sets of hands are on both of my arms and I’m lifted off the bed.
“Hey!” I scream.
These hands are small. Not Benny’s or any other man’s.
I’m drug backward. The carpeting turns to tile. I’m in the bathroom and I hear the water turn on in the tub.
“What the fuck!”
I scream as I feel something slam against the side of my head.
I’m dropped and fall to the floor.
It stings on the side of my head. I’m very disoriented and try hard to listen. Neither of the people speak as I hear water filling the tub.
Steam is beginning to fill the bathroom as I can feel it on my skin and the heat from it lets me know that it is straight hot water they’re filling the tub with.
“Please, whatever you want just take it and leave us alone,” I say, trying hard not to let my voice tremble.
The urge to scream for someone to help me is a thing I have to keep under control or they may well knock my ass out and then I stand no chance.
It’s painfully obvious they plan on putting me in the deep bathtub in the scalding hot water. My mind is racing with what I need to do.
With the blindfold on, I can really hone in on where the two women are in the bathroom. Footsteps echo off the marble floor and the tiled walls.
One is across the bathroom and the other is by the vanity. My heart is pounding hard with fear and I take in some slow breaths to calm it so I can hear better.
My feet are free and even though my hands are cuffed, they’re in front of me. I can kick and make some uppercuts with my bound hands.
I’m not dead yet. I know they want me that way, but I still have a hell of a lot of fight in me.
“Who are you? I deserve to get to see the faces of the women who kill me, don’t I?” I ask with an even tone to let them know I’m not afraid of them.
Footsteps click and clack quickly toward me then they stop right in front of me. I feel a hand move over my cheek and the blindfold is nearly taken off but then another set of footsteps moves quickly toward me and I hear a loud smack as the one who’s about to remove the blindfold is whacked by the other.
Okay, I bet they aren’t getting along so well now.
“No reason for any violence,” I say.
I’m picked up by my hair and made to stand up. My toes hit the edge of the bathtub and I can feel the heat from the water below me.
I know I have this one chance, and that’s it, to save myself.
No one else can do this for me. I ready myself to fight for my life. Both let my arms go and I hear them take a few steps back. I think they’re about to run at me and push me into the water.
God, please help me…
The Compromise of the Billionaire and His Angel H.N.S Part 4
By Michelle Love
BLAZE
The smell of wet dog brings me around and I find myself lying face down on the hardwood floor in the dining room as Cuddles licks my face. I blink a few times to try to focus as everything is dark and blurry.
I guess I need to get up and figure out what’s happened to me.
Everything’s a big blur. I went downstairs to get something. I can’t really remember what it was.
Hey!
I’m tied up. My arms are behind my back and my wrists are tied with something. And so are my ankles.
Shit!
Cuddles takes a few steps back and I can see she’s kind of wobbly.
Oh yeah! Now I remember.
I saw Cuddles asleep in the laundry room. I was going through the trash to find the key for the cuffs I put on Angel.
My eyes focus and I see that Cuddles’ face is all wet. I have no idea why she would be wet. But I have no idea why I’m lying here on the floor with my feet and hands bound either.
Then a face flashes in my mind and I do recall seeing a woman in the house. A tall, kind of heavy-set blonde.
The blonde from the bar that night! The one Angel decked and knocked out!
What’s she doing here? Is she the one who did this to me?
She had to have help!
Looking back and forth and listening very hard, I hear nothing and see nothing. So, I start to roll over and make my way to anywhere but here.
If they left me here, they’ll come back here to do whatever else they have planned for me. So here is not a place I want to be.
Cuddles follows me as I roll over and over and I find myself in the great room. Cuddles walks in front of me, her gait is way off. She must’ve been drugged by the big chick.
I guess I was too. I don’t feel where I was hit to get knocked out. And now that I’m becoming more and more aware of things, I can smell som
ething odd.
I suppose they used some type of thing to knock me out. Maybe chloroform or something like that. Cuddles begins to whine and I try to see what she’s whining about.
A dark figure is lying on the floor in front of the fireplace. I roll over to it and find it is not moving and I think it might be a man. And he seems to be tied up too.
One more roll has me close enough to see. Cuddles licks the man’s face and I can see that it is Gage.
Great! The only two viable males in this house who could possibly protect the rest and we're both tied up and one of us is still out!
How much worse can things get?
I bite my tongue as the thought crosses my mind. I shouldn’t have even thought that.
Angel’s still handcuffed, up in our bedroom, naked as the day she was born and completely vulnerable. I have to get up and get to her. But how?
I roll over and hit Gage with as much force as I can and hiss, “Gage! Wake up!”
Nothing.
Cuddles is licking his face like crazy and it’s not doing a thing to wake him up. So I lean over and bite his shoulder. I give him a good bite and he stirs a bit.
“Ow!”
“Gage, wake up!” I whisper as loud a whisper as I can.
I don’t need us getting found.
“What the hell?” he mumbles. “Why am I tied up?”
His eyes flutter open and his pupils are dilated.
“Gage, someone’s in the house. I need your help to get untied. Angel’s alone in our bedroom and I have every reason to believe it’s her they’re here to hurt.”
He shakes his head to clear it. “Fuck!” He coughs a little.
“Shh,” I hiss at him. “We have to be quiet.”
With a nod, he says, “Yeah. It’s Melissa and some blonde woman here. I remember now. I came down to grab a bottle of water and found them with Cuddles. Melissa was holding her and that other chick was holding a rag over her little face.”
“Then they got you, huh?”
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