Tygers 2: Sweet Perfection

by Melinda Barron

  Heat gathered in Angel’s pussy and moved through her body. Eric swung the beads in front of her face. They looked to be made of some sort of metal, and she swallowed hard at the idea of him putting all six of the beads inside her.

  “Open your mouth, Apuro.”

  “What?”

  “Well, they need to be wet. And I want to watch you suck them all in. I want you to think that the next place they’re going to be is in your tight little rosette. Open wide and take the first one in.”

  Angel opened her mouth and Eric fed her the smallest bead.

  “Close your mouth around it. Suck it, baby.”

  The ball was cold, the sensation marvelous as she swirled her tongue around it. He dropped the string so that it hung down from her mouth, then stepped back.

  “Suck them in, one by one. Go slowly so I can enjoy watching it. So I can know you’re getting the beads wet for me to stick in your pretty little ass.”

  She did as he said, coating each one with saliva. She was so wet she was surprised there wasn’t a puddle of juices in the panties that kept her knees hostage.

  When she’d sucked the last one inside, he smiled at her.

  “Good little Apuro. That’s it. Now, pull back your lips over your teeth.” He took hold of the ring on the end of the string and pulled, the beads popping out of her mouth one at a time. He held them up and nodded.

  “Well done. My turn. Come with me.” He turned and walked to a table that sat near the edge of the deck, setting aside the chairs to make a space for her.

  “Put your hands here, on the edge. Good, now bend at the waist. Good.”

  He caressed her lower back and her behind, and Angel felt waves of pleasure run through her. She wanted to fuck, and she wanted to do it now. She bit her lip to keep from blurting her desire out.

  It was hard for her to remember Eric was in charge. He would decide what to do, and when. The sensation was delicious, but enticingly difficult to bear. When his fingers caressed her anus she hissed and pushed backward. He slapped her ass and she jumped.

  “Hold still.”

  His fingers caressed and circled her entrance, and then he placed the first ball there, pushing slightly. She felt it pop inside her and she groaned.

  “More, Sir Eric. Please.”

  “You’ll wait. I like watching you wiggle in suspense like this.”

  He pushed a second bead inside and a soft whimper escaped her lips. The third and fourth beads followed immediately. Her behind felt full, and she knew there were two more to go.

  “Sir Eric, I don’t think…”

  He pushed the fifth bead inside her; it was much larger than the others, and when it moved passed her muscle and into the others she groaned.

  “Yes, you can. I found these special on the Internet. Six beads instead of five, made of hard crystal so they’re a little heavier than most beads. Once you have all six of them in you ‑‑” He pushed the sixth bead past her muscle and Angel cried out. “‑‑ you’ll feel very, very full and very heavy. Think about the sensations you’ll have when they’re coming out, when you’re coming.”

  He stepped back and slapped her behind, once on each cheek.

  “Ever been spanked?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I mean spanked when you weren’t being fucked from behind.”

  Angel blushed at his words. “No, Sir.”

  “Good. I get to be the first. Stay in position. Every few seconds, move your cheeks together so you don’t forget the beads in your bottom.”

  As if I could forget. Angel listened to him walk back to the house. She felt vulnerable and alone on the deck by herself. What if someone came up? The house was far enough away from the road that she was pretty sure they would hear anyone who came up. Still, she was half-naked, with an ass full of crystal beads.

  She did as he asked, trying to concentrate on the sensations her movements were producing rather than the fact it was the middle of the afternoon and she was half-naked on a deck.

  Hurry, Sir Eric, hurry. She tightened her cheeks and felt the balls move inside her. The sensation spread straight to her clit. Hurry.

  “Very beautiful.” Eric’s voice startled her. She hadn’t heard him come back out. She gasped when he grabbed her hips and pulled her back into his crotch, pushing into her as if they were fucking, only there was no penetration. As the balls moved, and her pressure increased, Angel thought she would go nuts.

  Eric pounded her harder and harder and harder.

  “Master! Please.”

  “Master, huh? I think I like that.” He stopped his thrusting, his hands moving around her body to caress her breasts. He found her nipples and twisted them, but not too hard. “But no. No orgasm yet.”

  He stood behind her for a few minutes, and then rounded the table so he was in front of her. In his hand he had a wooden paddle. It was round and had several holes scattered about.

  “It’s made of maple,” he said, caressing the end that would swat her bottom. Angel swallowed hard and shook her head.

  “Is that a no? Do you not want a spanking, Angel?”

  She wanted to say no. She was afraid of what it would feel like. But she also knew Eric hadn’t steered her wrong yet. Everything they’d done had been enjoyable, very enjoyable.

  “Yes, Sir Eric. I want you to spank me.”

  “Show me, Apuro. Kiss the paddle.”

  Angel didn’t hesitate. She dropped her lips onto the wood. It was polished and felt cool to the touch.

  “I won’t give you too many. Just enough to warm your ass. Just enough so you’ll think about me when we’re apart.”

  Angel’s legs felt like jelly from staying in the same position for what she figured was at least fifteen minutes. She tensed a bit when Eric put his hand on the small of her back and caressed her.

  The first lick of the paddle wasn’t hard. It moved the beads inside her, though, and caused a very pleasurable sensation. The second swat was harder, and the third harder still.

  “It stings,” she whispered. “But it feels so good.”

  Eric delivered a harder swat and Angel groaned.

  “Clench those beads,” he said as the paddle came down again. “Do you want to come?”

  “Yes, Sir Eric, please.”

  “Finger your clitty, but don’t come until I say so.”

  Angel’s eager fingers sought her throbbing nub. She laid her head on the table as she lowered both hands between her legs. The paddle came down again and again as she stroked herself, the beads moving with each swat.

  “Sir Eric? Please, I’m begging you.”

  “Not yet.” The swats were coming harder now, and faster. Angel’s pants and moans filled the air. Then, when she thought her behind had finally caught on fire, she heard Eric say, “Come. Now.”

  It was all she needed. Her orgasm rocketed through her body as he continued to bring the paddle down on her behind.

  “Come again, Angel. Keep coming.” The paddling stopped, but Angel didn’t. Her orgasm continued, the sensation different than anything she’d felt before. She closed her eyes tight and rode out the sensation. When she opened them again, Eric was standing next to her, a huge smile on his handsome face. He’d undone his pants and was stroking his hard cock.

  “Lick your fingers. Clean them for me, baby. Suck those juices.”

  The smile he gave her made her knees go weak. She felt as if she had no energy left in her body. Yet she knew he hadn’t come yet. There was more to experience this afternoon.

  “Stand up and take your panties off.” When her legs were free of their obstruction, he took her hand and led her to the side of the deck. “Stay right there.”

  He moved two chairs beside her, so she was sandwiched between them. They were large wooden lawn chairs with thick, padded armrests. He put a heavy towel over the deck railing.

  “Now, kneel on the chairs. One leg on each arm rest so you’re spread nice and wide for me to fuck that pretty pussy.”

  A
ngel felt as if she were suspended by ropes. The sensation was not unpleasant, but it made her very nervous. She heard a condom package rip as she clutched the sides of the deck for support.

  “See,” Eric said as he slid into the V created by her stance. “Just the right height. Just the right place. Clasp your hands behind your back and let your body rest on the deck railing.”

  “Sir Eric. I’ll fall.”

  “No, you won’t, baby. I’ll hold you. Do as you’re told.”

  She could feel his hands on her outer thighs as she moved her arms behind her. Twice, she moved one of them back to steady herself. Each time she did, Eric slapped her already aching behind. The beads that were still inside her moved with each swat.

  “Sir Eric. I can’t.”

  “Apuro, you have to trust me.”

  Her heart was beating wildly as she finally clasped her hands behind her. She could feel Eric’s cock throbbing against her thighs. Without a word he slipped inside her wet pussy, sliding all the way in, and then moving back out before pounding himself in again.

  He set up a silent, steady rhythm, his large hands holding Angel firmly in place as he rocked in and out of her. Her breasts pressed against the deck, the towel rubbing on her sensitive nipples.

  She didn’t think it was possible, but she knew she was going to come again. The pressure from Eric’s thrusts, combined with the movement of the beads in her behind, were making her clit ache with need.

  “Sir Eric. Please.”

  “Please what, Apuro? You have to ask.” His voice was heavy with desire.

  “Please, may I come?”

  “Yes, you may.” He thrust into her harder and pulled the largest bead from her anus, and Angel came. She clenched down on his cock, reveling in the groans her movement produced.

  “Fuck, Angelica.” She felt the first hard thrust of his orgasm as he pulled the beads out quickly, and Angel came again, screaming out his name as she fought to keep her shaking body steady on the chair legs.

  When the thrusting was over, he lifted her from the chair and cradled her against his chest.

  “I don’t think I can walk,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck.

  He cupped her chin and kissed her lips. “I think somebody liked her spanking.”

  “Oh yes, I loved it. Sir Eric.”

  Eric laughed as they stood together.

  “Do you have many paddles like that?”

  “A few. I like to spank.”

  “My behind’s sore.”

  “From the paddle, or the beads?”

  “Both.”

  “Good. You’ll be thinking about me. One of these days I’ll make you wear the beads in public. We’ll go out to dinner and you’ll sit there with a full behind, not able to squirm. You’ll love it, and so will I.”

  Angel laughed. “You’re so right, Sir Eric.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Angel barely had her food offerings warmed up when Yolanda and Vanessa Casas came into La Tienda Dulce. Her body still felt like it was on fire, and every movement brought about the remembered sensations of Eric’s hands on her, Eric’s voice in her ears, Eric’s cock throbbing inside her.

  Not Eric, Sir Eric. She smiled as she dished out samples of each dish.

  “I wish I had a man that made me smile like that,” Carmen said as she poured glasses of iced tea. “Will you share?”

  “Not this time,” Angel said with a laugh. “Sorry.”

  “That’s OK. It just makes me very jealous.” Carmen helped Angel carry plates and glasses to the table, and then disappeared behind the counter.

  Angel sat down across from Yolanda. “I hope things are going well.”

  “Very,” Yolanda said. “Vanessa is very excited about you doing the food. She loves your cookies.”

  “Well, I hope you two love these, too.” She indicated the egg dishes. “I can make biscuits to go along with them, if you want, or stay traditional and make tortillas, whichever you prefer.”

  The women started to eat and Angel watched them for signs of which one they liked the best. They seemed to be enjoying the last one more than the other two, the one she’d made the day Eric was there. She hadn’t even named the recipe yet.

  She laughed when Vanessa announced that it was the best. Then, her smile turned to a frown when the door bell tinkled and Dustin Jaymes walked in. He had two large men behind him.

  The bottom dropped from her stomach and her head spun. She should excuse herself to the back and call Eric. She knew that was what he would want her to do. Instead she stared at him, refusing to smile, then turned back to the ladies.

  “We’ll take this one,” Yolanda said. “And there will be about fifty people for the breakfast. We’d like tortillas instead of biscuits, and lots of fresh fruit. Will that be a problem?”

  Angel jerked her head back to the table and laughed. “Not at all. Fifty people, tortillas, fruit, and, um, it doesn’t have a name yet.”

  She snapped her fingers as she fought to look back to where Jaymes now stood at the counter, ordering a chili-brownie sundae from Carmen.

  “How about I name it Vanessa’s Delight? It’s always fun to have something named for you.”

  “Yummy,” Vanessa said, a big smile appearing on her face.

  “So we’re set,” her mother said. “A week from Saturday, our house, breakfast starting at nine because the mass is at eleven. Right?”

  “Right. No problems on my end.”

  “Then the dance starts at eight. You can set up the cakes anytime before that.”

  “Perfect.” Angel nodded, her smile plastered in place.

  When the ladies left, she stood ready to confront Jaymes. He moved toward her with ease, putting his dish down on the table. His friends put dishes of their own on the table next to them and Angel bit back the urge to scream at them for breaking her furniture.

  “May I join you?” Jaymes said, sitting down without waiting for a reply. He took a bite of the sundae and nodded his head. “Delicious. Very delicious.”

  He took another bite and then turned his gaze on Angel.

  “I’m glad you like it,” she said. “What do you want?”

  “You know what I want. I want my money. And I want my books.”

  “You said…”

  “You listen to me, lady. Joseph has my things, and I want them. You know where he is. I think I’ve been more than patient.”

  “You mean because your goons didn’t break all my tables?”

  Angel shuddered at the evil grin that appeared on his face. He turned to Carmen and smiled, waving his spoon. “Delicious.”

  He turned back to Angel and the smile was gone. “My generosity has nothing to do with tables.”

  Fear gripped Angel’s stomach. “You wouldn’t hurt Carmen. She knows nothing about this.”

  “But you do. Get me my things by tomorrow night, or Carmen will be making brownies in heaven. Get the picture?”

  Angel nodded. She wanted to throw up as he continued to eat the sundae. When he was done, he wiped his mouth and stood.

  “Oh, and Angel? You tell that blond cop that was with you on Saturday, and I’ll kill him too, just for fun. Comprende, amiga?”

  “Yes, I understand.” She nodded, clasping her shaking hands together.

  “Good. Then we have an agreement. See you tomorrow.” He walked toward the door, his goons falling in behind him.

  “Mr. Jaymes?” Angel stood and he turned toward her. “The store doesn’t close until seven. Could you come after that?”

  “Of course. I wouldn’t want to hurt your business.”

  The irony of his words hit Angel full in the stomach. “Then your friends shouldn’t have trashed my store.”

  When he laughed, her stomach turned over. “They’re good at what they do. Remember that.”

  When they were gone, Carmen rushed over. “Who was that?”

  “No one.”

  “Bullshit! I’m calling that Viking cop.” Carmen started to
move back to the counter and Angel put her hands out to stop her.

  “Don’t. I’ll tell you everything.”

  They called Lilia from the back to man the counter, and then retreated to Angel’s office. By the time Angel had told her the whole story, Carmen was furious.

  “Call him. Or I will.” She pushed the phone toward Angel.

  “Why? What can he do? Nothing.”

  “And what will that creep do tomorrow? Kill you? Or me? Or Lilia? Call that cop, Angel. Because if you don’t, one of us will end up dead.”

  Carmen stood and stalked out of the office. Angel stared at the phone, knowing her friend was right. Angel had been on her own for quite some time, thrown out by her father when she was seventeen for being too much like his mother, for being too much of her own person.

  She put her head in her hands and sobbed. She was scared, truly scared, and Carmen was right. She could try to face it alone, but she couldn’t win. She had to call Eric and tell him. But that put him in danger, too.

  She waffled back and forth for a few minutes, and then stood, letting out a heavy breath of air. She thought back to that morning. Half asleep on the couch she’d listened to Eric hatch a plan to make Jaymes talk to him, and record the conversation. If Eric could do it, so could she.

  Jaymes wouldn’t kill her tomorrow night, because then she couldn’t help him get his money. In the morning, she would tell Carmen that Eric thought she should go to Santa Fe for the day, just to be on the safe side.

  She would record the conversation, get it to the cops, and they could arrest him by midnight. Things would work out just fine.

  She sat down in the chair. She couldn’t do that to Eric. He knew what he was doing. He was the cop. But he’d threatened to kill Eric if she told him, and if that happened, Angel could never live with herself. She couldn’t tell him. She couldn’t be responsible for something happening to Eric. She would feel horribly guilty, the way Joseph felt responsible for Jaymes threatening his mother and his brothers and sisters, and her. Joseph’s guilt showed how much he cared about his family. In the past few days she’d come to care about Eric, too.