Angels, Demons and Doms

by Caroline McCall; Eileen Gormley

  Angels, Demons and Doms

  Caroline McCall & Eileen Gormley

  When a D/s virgin with an angel tattoo decides to gatecrash a BDSM party, she gets more than she bargained for. Lexi meets four masked Doms with devilish tattoos who give her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. But when the scene is interrupted, she flees the club.

  “Master Demon” Sam refuses to give up on his angel. He puts away his mask and decides to prove that he can be the perfect vanilla boyfriend. But how long can Sam hide his true nature? Will vanilla be enough for Lexi, now that she’s explored her deepest desires? And when Lexi finds out she’s been deceived, there’s going to be hell to pay!

  ANGELS, DEMONS AND DOMS

  Caroline McCall & Eileen Gormley

  Chapter One

  Tiffany knelt before him in the perfect submissive pose. Legs parted, her upturned palms resting on her thighs. She ignored the discomfort of the cold, tiled floor against her bare skin. This was what her Master desired and more than anything else, she wanted to please him. Keeping her eyes downcast, she stole a quick glance at Luc. Her gaze ranged over his ripped abs and muscular arms. He had a perfect cock. Long, thick and fully erect. She eyed the glistening pearl of pre-cum that threatened to spill from the slit.

  “Please, Master.”

  Luc traced the tip of his shaft lightly along the seam of her lips and she tried not to moan. Tiffany leaned forward, her pink tongue darted out and she licked greedily.

  “Did I give you permission to taste?” His voice was stern and she knew her Master was displeased with her.

  Imprisoned by his icy stare, Tiffany whimpered. “No, Master.”

  “You know what that means, little slave. Assume the position…”

  “Oh dear lord.” Lexi Carter closed the book with a snap. If she got any hotter, she was going to melt. She was already regretting her offer to work late. She should be at home with a cold glass of white wine and a hot book, not stuck in an office where the air conditioning was broken. Her boss had promised someone would be available until nine, in case the East-Coast client wanted any last minute changes to the ad campaign. She glanced at her watch. She was stuck here for another two hours.

  Lexi stood up, stretching her arms over her head. The white shirt, which had been pristine this morning, was now stuck to her back. She glanced down the row of glass partitions that made up Mackenzie Advertising. Every one of them was in darkness.

  She toyed with the top button of her shirt. What the hell? No one else was here and the building opposite was in darkness. With nimble fingers, she opened the buttons and peeled off the shirt, tossing it over the back of her chair. She switched the desk fan on high, letting the humid air wash over her sweat dampened skin.

  A low beep told her she had email. About time. She was dying to get out of here and into a nice cold shower.

  It wasn’t from the client, just some more junk in her personal email box. That stupid modeling agency had done it again. No matter how many times she had told them that they had the wrong email address, that she wasn’t the Lexy Carter, they still sent the model’s e-mails to her. Lexi clicked on the email icon. Would Ms. Carter send them her exact measurements so that they could work on the alterations for the Leather and Latex fashion show?

  Lexi was tempted to reply. She could just imagine the choked response on the other end if she told them her breasts had morphed into a curvaceous 38E cup and her ass would never see a size six again. Dear Fashion editor, I’ve been on a seafood diet—see food and eat it.

  She couldn’t resist it. Lexi typed in her measurements and pressed send. Perhaps that would stop them sending her all those emails that made her feel life was passing her by before she got a chance to experience it.

  Her computer beeped again. Another e-mail. This time thanking her for the measurements and including a link to the Hades website, in case Ms. Carter wanted some more guest tickets for the after-shoot party.

  Hades—the hottest BDSM club in town. Membership was by invitation only. Lexi clicked on the link and her breath caught in her throat when she looked at the drawings of some of the outfits. The thong would cost more than she earned in a week and the soft, red-leather bustier would be made to measure by Rigby & Peller in London. She shuddered to think what the price tag on that must be.

  Lexi glanced down at the twins peeking up at her from her lacy white bra. “You’d like one of those, wouldn’t you, girls?”

  She could just imagine the faces of her colleagues in the office if she turned up at the next product launch wearing something like that. The cool, reserved Ms. Carter. What would her colleagues say if they knew what she was really like? That she had a wild side?

  Her wild side hadn’t been let out to play for a while. She hadn’t been on a date since she had moved here eight months ago. Thirty nine had an ominous ring to it. She had celebrated that last birthday alone. Her birthday gift to herself had been a tattoo. She must have been out of her mind. The painted wings stretched from the center of her back and across her shoulder blades. She had been shocked but pleased when she caught her first glimpse of it in the mirror. It was a pity no one else had seen it.

  Lexi eyed the screen again and gave a little shiver. Hades. Even the name sounded good. It gave her a thrill just to think about it. She felt wild and wicked, sitting half-naked in her office, looking at the website of a notorious BSDM club.

  Sex with her ex-husband had always been vanilla. That had been part of the problem. Joe had never understood that she needed something more. She had tried to spice up their relationship, but he had barely noticed the naughty underwear. When she suggested tying her up or trying out some sex toys, he had looked at her with such a shocked expression on his face that she hadn’t dared to mention it again.

  No, not only was he was a lying, cheating, no-good bastard who had an affair with his secretary, Joe was Mr. Five-minutes missionary position. Afterward he would roll over and go to sleep and she would be left lying awake, staring at the ceiling.

  She bet it wouldn’t be like that at the club. There would be all sorts of things to try there. Dark, delicious things that would shock her ex-husband. She eyed the picture of a tattooed male on the Hades website. It was a pity that she could only see the lower half of his face. He was ripped, all hard abs and muscular arms. He could crush her, subdue her. Lexi leaned closer to the screen, trying to see the tattoo on his chest. The face of a small red devil with dark horns. Oh yes please. She wanted to go there. She wanted him. She wanted everything this man could give her.

  They would hardly notice one extra guest at such a big party, would they? Lexi entered her details and pressed send.

  Sam Lincoln finished shading in the plans for the Heathcliffe House Children’s Hospice, and straightened up with a sigh of relief. He rotated his shoulders to relive the ache from hunching over his drafting table, and was surprised to see it was dark outside. The only light in his small office was the one pointed down at his work top.

  Out of habit, he looked at the building opposite, hoping to catch a glimpse of Lexi Carter. He was sure he had worked out which one was her office.

  Jackpot. It was lit up. There was someone in it, someone with Lexi’s distinctive curves. He looked again and almost swallowed his tongue. Holy fuck, she was undressing. Sam stood up and went to his window to get a better view.

  Yes, she had taken off her conservative button-down shirt, and was wearing only a white lacy bra that showcased her magnificent breasts. His cock twitched as he watched her trying to cool down in front of a desk fan. He’d be happy to help her with that. Maybe lick the little beads of sweat from between her breasts or run an ice cube over her nipples until they peaked. Sam groaned.
He’d always had a thing for curvy women with that air of confidence. When Lexi turned, he caught a flash of dark ink on her pale skin. And now to discover she was hiding a sexy tat under that stuffy suit she wore. Aw, come on, way to torment a guy.

  He’d been trying to get Lexi to notice him for months. Every time he bumped into her at Starbucks, he tried to get into conversation with her. She was polite, answered direct questions, even said, “Sure” when he suggested they meet up for a drink, but never gave him any real encouragement. Although she had given him her number, Lexi hadn’t returned the one call he had made to her. Sam reached into the desk drawer for his digital camera and zoomed in on her.

  He watched as Lexi ran her hands through her hair and lifted it off her neck, revealing the tat between her shoulder blades. An angel’s wings. Sam thought of the devil tat on his own chest. All of the Doms at Hades had tats. He wondered what Lexi would say if she could see it.

  Sam sat down and watched her poke at her computer for a few minutes, but eventually, his possessive streak kicked in. He didn’t want anyone else looking at her. She clearly had no idea her blinds were open and she was giving a show to any horn dog who happened to be looking in her direction. He dialed her cell phone and she picked up on the second ring.

  “Lexi Carter?” he said.

  “Yes?” She sounded a little nervous as if he had caught her doing something she shouldn’t.

  Just to tease her, he dropped his voice. “Lexi, you’ve been a bad girl tonight, haven’t you?”

  There was silence on the other end of the phone for so long that he had plenty of time to realize how he was screwing up. He was about to apologize when a tentative voice said, “Um, yes, I have. You must be calling from Hades…?”

  Sam sat upright so quickly he almost dropped the phone. He focused his lens on her, trying to make out her expression. Then he saw the computer screen behind her. It was open at the Hades website and his old photograph. It was the only photo shoot he had ever done and now the delicious Lexi was staring at him.

  Sam scrabbled for the phone, gripped it tightly and said, “Do you know what we do to bad girls at Hades, Lexi?”

  “No. I mean, I only wanted—” She sounded defiant. And hopeful?

  “No, what?” It wasn’t a question, it was a demand.

  A pause. “No Sir.”

  She wanted to play! God, just hearing her voice say Sir made his cock give a hard jerk. “Good girl. So I won’t need to punish you this time.”

  Another pause. He could see Lexi through the window, rigid in her chair.

  “No Sir.”

  Did she sound slightly regretful? Sam felt as if all his birthdays had come at once, but he managed to keep his voice stern when he said, “Tell me what you’re wearing.” Would she tell him?

  “A bra.”

  “And what else?”

  “My skirt and panties.”

  “Too much. Take off the skirt.” He could see her getting up from the chair, holding the phone to her ear while she fumbled at the side zipper of her skirt. “Wait. Switch your phone to speaker. You’re going to need both hands.” She put down the cell phone, and he could hear the change in the tone when it went to speaker.

  Sam heard the rustle of fabric, the hiss of a zipper and a muttered curse that made him smile. She wiggled as she pulled the skirt down over her hips and allowed it to drop onto the floor. His cock grew hard and tight. He took a deep breath while he tried to keep control.

  “It’s gone.” Her voice had the breathless tone of a submissive who was getting into it.

  “Stand up straight. Stick out those beautiful breasts.” He thought he heard a half-laugh. “Run your hands over them.” Through the window, he could see her obey. God, he wished it was his hands touching her, his mouth sucking on those gorgeous nipples. He bet they’d be a perfect mouthful. “Now down over your waist, and over your hips.”

  “What about you? How are you dressed?” she asked. His vixen was teasing him a little.

  “I’m wearing nothing but a pair of black leather pants,” he lied. “And I have a tat. I bet you like tattoos, don’t you, Lexi?”

  “Yes Sir.” She sounded breathless. “I have one too, Sir. Angel wings…”

  “Now isn’t that sweet? Mine is a little devil. I guess that makes us a match made in heaven.”

  “Yes Sir.”

  Sam infused some authority into his voice. “Now take off the bra and panties. I’m the only one who gets to wear clothes here.”

  Christ, she was doing it. She was really doing it. She reached behind her and unclipped the bra, then dropped it with a shimmy that made her breasts quiver—and made him tremble. God, a stripper with that move would make a fortune. She hooked a finger into the side of her white panties, and pulled them down. He swallowed.

  “I’m naked.” She sounded as if she didn’t quite believe it.

  “Good girl. Are you wearing anything else, Lexi?”

  “Oh, uh…” She hesitated. “My shoes, Sir.”

  “Good, leave them on.”

  He was willing to bet she was wearing some sort of shoes with fuck-me heels. “Cup your breasts in your hands. Offer them to me.” He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Her hands lifted her breasts up, as if she really was offering them to him. “Pinch your nipples now.” His voice was getting hoarse. He wished he had a pair of binoculars so he could zoom in on what she was doing. He wanted to see her fingers playing with her breasts. Just the thought of it was making him sweat.

  She moaned. She was doing it.

  “Pinch them harder.”

  She gasped.

  God, she really was doing it. “Harder,” he said.

  Her soft moan almost made him come in his pants. He opened his jeans, freeing his dick. Scratch the binoculars, he needed his hands free. He kept a desperate grip on the phone while the other hand tightened on his needy cock.

  “Now move one hand down to your pussy.” She did. “Caress yourself. Tell me about it.”

  “I’m soft and wet.”

  “That’s good, ’cause I’m hard.”

  “You are?”

  “Oh yeah. A good little slave girl like you will always do it for me. Next time, you’ll see for yourself how hard you make me.”

  She moaned at that.

  “Keep going. Tell me what you’re doing.”

  “I’m stroking around my clit. Not on it. It’s too sensitive.”

  “Imagine how it will feel when I do it.”

  She made a sound. A gasp.

  “Imagine I’m kissing your breasts. Sucking your nipples deep into my mouth. Let your hand be my mouth.” He could see her body becoming more tense, her movements visibly more urgent.

  “Now I’m moving down. I kiss your belly, dip my tongue into your belly button. Now I’m going lower. Lie back so I can get between those shapely thighs and lick you.”

  She moved, so her ass was perched on the desk, and her thighs fell apart.

  “Open your legs wider so I can get at that pretty pussy. I want to suck on your clit until you scream.” God, she was going to kill him. He fisted his rock-hard dick, squeezing tighter, fighting not to come too soon. He didn’t want to end this. She squeaked and it was almost over for him. He had to press hard on the head of his cock to hold back.

  “I lick up and down, tasting your juices. Oh yeah, sweet and salty. My favorite flavor. Then I flick my tongue over your clit.” His voice had dropped to a growl. He was surprised he could get words out. “You protest because you are sensitive, but I do it anyway. I know you need it. I do it again. Show me how I do it.”

  He could hear her, breathy moans that rose in pitch with each command. “Now, a little harder. Again.”

  Her moans were louder, rising in pitch. She was so close. “Where else do you want me to lick you?”

  “My ass.”

  “Oh yeah, I’ve got a finger there. And I’m licking your clit. Harder now. And I’m wiggling my finger, and I lick your pussy. I push my tongue inside.” H
er soft whimpers turned into moans and finally into a scream.

  Sam couldn’t hold back any longer. His balls tightened in a pleasure so intense it was almost pain, and he erupted in an undignified mess on his jeans. Lexi’s scream drowned out his own yell.

  Finally, they calmed down, and he said, “Good girl. And just imagine what we’ll do next time.”

  Lexi lay back in her chair. She was a boneless, quivering mess. That was the biggest orgasm she’d had in years and the guy hadn’t even touched her. His voice had done it. He had controlled her, just as she’d always imagined with a real Dom. He had a commanding, masculine voice that made her want to obey him. Her nipples still stung from when she had pinched them and her clit throbbed. What would it be like when her Dom touched her for real?

  He… Oh dear God she didn’t even know his name. She heard a low cough on the phone and fumbled in her haste to pick it up. He was still on the line. “Um, that was amazing. I never—”

  “Same time tomorrow night, Lexi.”

  “But…”

  “Lexi, did I say you could speak?” He sounded impatient.

  “No Sir.”

  “Good girl. Now close your eyes.”

  Lexi lay back in her chair and closed her eyes.

  “Imagine I’m holding you, kissing you goodnight.”

  “Oh.” Lexi imagined his warm lips against hers. Her hands pressed against his hard chest, feeling the muscles beneath her fingers. There would be no quick peck on the cheek, just his demanding mouth against hers. Wanting her.

  “Lexi.” The voice came again.

  “Yes Sir.”

  He almost sounded amused. “Goodnight, Lexi.”

  “Good night, Sir.”

  The line went dead and she dropped her phone on the desk. It clattered off her mouse and the screen flashed to life again. The red devil on his chest taunted her. He was beautiful, perfect. She might be plain old Lexi Carter, but she had made him come, made him lose control.

  Lexi hugged herself. She couldn’t believe she just done that. Had phone sex with a hot Dom. She glanced down the row of darkened partitions. She had never done anything so outrageous in her life. Thank God no one could see her. Lexi pulled on her damp shirt, fumbled for her skirt and put her underwear into her bag with a giggle. Oh you are such a bad girl, Lexi Carter. Her hands were trembling. She was still on a high. Tonight, she had experienced the kind of sex she had only ever imagined and she didn’t know how her life could ever be the same again.