Angels, Demons and Doms

by Caroline McCall; Eileen Gormley

  Chapter Two

  The sound of the alarm clock dragged Lexi from a blissful dream. She was having phone sex with her Dom. Her eyes flew open. It wasn’t a dream. She had done it—had naked phone sex with a complete stranger in her office. What the hell had she been thinking? What if he turned out to be some kind of weirdo stalker?

  Okay. Calm down Lexi. He doesn’t know where you live. She looked in the mirror, eyeing her unruly brown locks and the freckles across the bridge of her nose. There was no way that a hot guy would ever confuse her with a lingerie model.

  Lexi stuck her tongue out at her reflection. Well, you wanted some excitement in your life. You were the one grumbling about vanilla sex. She remembered his voice, and his deep groan of pleasure as he came. She had done that to him, not Lexy the model, and it made her feel good.

  Instead of wearing her usual gray suit, she’d picked out a red dress. It skimmed her curves but was formal enough for the office. And what the hell, it was a red dress kind of day. She was still smiling when she joined the line in Starbucks for her morning caffeine fix.

  “A cappuccino with a shake of cinnamon,” she ordered. No skinny latte for her today.

  While she waited at the counter, the cute guy from the architect’s office across the street came in. His light brown hair was still damp, as if he’d just gotten out of the shower, or maybe he was coming from the gym. She looked at his close fitting t-shirt, she could almost count his abs. Yep, he was definitely coming from the gym.

  When she raised her eyes to his face, he was staring back at her, his mouth curved in a smile. The old Lexi would have blushed and ran. The new Lexi smiled back at him.

  “One cappuccino with cinnamon for the lady.”

  “Not your usual order,” he remarked.

  He’d noticed? Cute guy knew what coffee she drank?

  Lexi reached into her pocket for her wallet.

  “I got this,” cute guy said, “and one tall black and a bowl of oatmeal, please.”

  Lexi flashed him a smile. He was taller than she remembered and he had nice eyes, hazel, with thick eyelashes a girl would kill for. The neck of his shirt was open a little and she caught a glimpse of smooth, tanned skin.

  One episode of phone sex with her Dom, and her libido was back with a bang. You are turning into a dirty old woman, Lexi Carter It was a pity cute guy was younger than she was. “Thanks, but you didn’t have to—”

  “One tall black and a bowl of oatmeal.”

  “I guess that’s me. “ He reached into his wallet and handed over a twenty.

  “Well, thanks again.” She had almost reached the door when she heard him call her name. She turned around, a half smile on her face.

  “You look good in red, Lexi.”

  By the time she reached her office, she was on cloud nine. Maddie, her secretary, whistled at her. “Well, look at you. New dress?”

  “No, it’s something from the back of the closet.”

  “It suits you, Lexi. It’s much better than the dark colors you usually wear. Is there anything else in that closet you want to tell me about? Whips, chains, a pair of handcuffs, maybe…”

  Lexi’s mouth dropped open.

  “You left your computer switched on last night.”

  How could she have done that? How could she have left the picture of her Dom on the screen for anyone to see?

  Maddie grinned at her discomfort. “Honey, that guy could tie me up anytime.”

  Sam Lincoln smiled at the swish in Lexi’s step as she left Starbucks. That red dress looked good on her, and she had a sparkle in her eye this morning that made him wish she’d would stay and drink her coffee with him. He wanted to push her buttons some more, and see her eyes snap at him from close up.

  He would never have figured her for the type who would have phone sex with a stranger either. Guess he didn’t know that much about women.

  Just thinking about the night before made his dick swell and his balls tighten. She was so hot. He took a mouthful of the scalding coffee and almost didn’t notice, he was so busy thinking about the heat of Lexi’s mouth. Those lips, wide and generous and so often open in laughter, haunted him. He wanted them wrapped round his dick.

  And that body. His hands flexed. Soft where a woman should be soft, but not delicate. He wanted to sink into her, hear those throaty moans again, but this time from underneath him.

  Who’d have guessed she was a submissive? He had been out of the scene for far too long if he had missed the signs. He couldn’t wait to take her on. She’d be such a joy, a sub with her own mind and a strong will.

  Sam took another mouthful of coffee and discovered it had cooled while he had been staring into space, drooling over Lexi. He finished it anyway. He had just got back to the office when his private cell phone buzzed. He looked at the number. “Hello, Blythe,” he said, resigned to twenty minutes of whatever emergency his ex-wife had now.

  “Sam, it’s so nice to talk to you again.” He was instantly on the alert. She sounded far too friendly. “We don’t see enough of you these days.”

  “That’s because we are divorced. No longer married. Remember?”

  He could almost hear Blythe pout. “But we can still be friends, surely? I think we should go to the charity gala for the hospice together. It will be good publicity if we go as a couple, the architect and the chief fundraiser.”

  Sam cursed silently. Blythe never let him forget he owed her for making his pet project possible.

  She continued, oblivious to his mood. “I think we should get together this weekend and discuss it. We can plan out your speech. You know you’re useless at things like that. I’m free on Saturday night.”

  His computer beeped, announcing a new email, and he clicked open. It was from Hades. They had a special event on Saturday night and he knew just who to invite. He hadn’t been to the club in quite a while, but nothing was going to stop him going on Saturday. He would buy Lexi something special to wear.

  He couldn’t stop grinning when he said, “Sorry, Blythe, I’ve got another engagement that night.”

  “A date? Why don’t you bring her to the country club, we can all meet up. I’m sure she’ll love it.”

  Yeah, right up until your relatives hack her to bits with their silver knives. “No, we’re going somewhere else,” he said with satisfaction.

  There was silence for a moment. “Not that awful club?”

  He paused for too long before he answered her.

  “It is,” she said. “Sam Lincoln, you’ve got to know by now no decent woman actually likes that sort of thing. Anyone who says she does is either a whore or lying.”

  Sam closed his eyes and rubbed his temple. He still couldn’t believe what a mistake marrying Blythe had been. She had seemed so perfect, sweet and amenable. A natural submissive who shared all his tastes. He had been convinced she would take to his lifestyle like a duck to water, but after they married, everything changed. It had been pure vanilla all the way. Missionary position in the dark, and for a treat she would occasionally go on top.

  He should have been warned by the way she used to boast she wasn’t a feminist. There was something wrong with any woman who said that.

  He hadn’t been to Hades since he got married. Kind of funny they were still using his picture on their website. It was time to stop denying what he was. He was a Dom and two years of marriage with Blythe hadn’t changed that. He wanted to go back and introduce Lexi to the local scene. Sweet sexy Lexi. He bet she never faked her orgasms.

  “Sorry, Blythe. Go to the country club if you want, but I won’t be there.”

  “You know you are making a big mistake. If you take her to that horrible place, you’ll lose her.”

  Blythe sounded far too happy about that. Sam hung up with relief. She was a bitch, and he wasn’t going to believe anything she said.

  Before he settled down to work, he texted Anton. “Got a new playmate coming on Saturday. Help me arrange something special for her?”

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  Lexi couldn’t wait to get home. The red dress had certainly caused a stir with the guys at the office. Ed from accounts had asked her out for dinner, but she had declined gracefully. Ed had more tentacles than an octopus and he was just as slimy.

  Her stomach fluttered with nerves and she poured herself a large glass of white wine while she waited for her Dom to call. Should she lie on the bed or on the couch? Would he want her to be naked? He seemed to like that last night.

  She undressed and opened the drawer of her bedside table. BOB lay waiting for her. Since her divorce, her only lover was one that came with batteries. She closed the drawer with a smile. Not tonight.

  When her cell phone rang, her heart thumped. It was him. Oh my God. Try to sound cool. Think sophisticated woman of the world who has phone sex all the time.

  “Hello.” Her voice came out in a squeak. Oh nice job, Lexi, very cool.

  “Hi, Alexia, it’s Mom.”

  Thirty-five minutes later her mom was still having a one-sided conversation. Despite her pleas that she was busy, Lexi had to sit through a mind-numbing account of her dad’s latest problems with his digestive system and what her sister’s twins were up to at elementary school.

  She glanced in the mirror. Having a naked conversation with her mom wasn’t exactly the evening she had planned. She was tempted to tell her about getting a tattoo, but she didn’t want to invite another lecture on being irresponsible and giving up her nice, sensible life to move to a strange city where she knew no one.

  Lexi heard a beep on her phone. There was another call waiting for her. “Mom, I’m expecting a call and…”

  She pressed the flash button but the caller was already gone. Her heart fell. She had missed her Dom.

  After ten minutes of goodbyes, her mom finally hung up and Lexi fell back onto the pillows, exhausted. It was almost ten o’clock, the wine had worn off and now she just felt nauseous. He wasn’t going to call again. Maybe he was having phone sex with someone else. He probably had a little black book full of women he called when he was bored. Maybe he was having real sex with another woman.

  That last thought made her miserable. She pulled on an old robe and went to the kitchen to pour herself another glass of wine. There was half a tub of strawberry ice cream in the freezer and BOB was beginning to look mighty attractive. She hoped she had spare batteries.

  Lexi switched on the TV and settled down with the ice cream. Brief Encounter. God she loved that black-and-white movie. All those passionate looks, that little café at the railway station, it always made her cry.

  A familiar sound came from somewhere nearby. Lexi patted the couch beside her. It was her cell phone. Where had she dropped it? She raced to the bedroom. The phone was vibrating merrily on her pillow. The same number from the night before. It was him. Her Dom. She pressed the button and swallowed hard.

  “Hello…”

  “Hello, angel. Did you miss me?”

  Lexi closed her eyes. She loved his voice. That rough, sexy timbre was as dark and enticing as sin.

  “Yes.” The word escaped before she remembered she was supposed to be acting cool and sophisticated. Women didn’t say things like that to men.

  “That’s good, ’cause I missed you too.”

  He missed her. Lexi wanted to jump around the room. Her heart thumped as if it was a bass drum.

  “Where are you, Lexi?”

  “I’m in my bedroom, Sir.”

  “What are you wearing?”

  Lexi shrugged off the robe quickly. “Nothing, Sir.”

  There was silence on the other end of the line, and then Lexi heard the metallic rasp of a zipper. Oh God.

  “Lie down on the bed, Lexi, and do exactly what I say.”

  Sam’s breath caught in his throat. His dick jerked. Lexi was there, naked, ready to take his orders. He wasn’t going to let her down. Or let her get away with anything. “You haven’t earned a collar yet, my little angel, but I think you need something.” He considered for a moment, and then told her, “Find a belt, and fasten it around your waist.”

  “Why, Sir?”

  “Are you questioning me?” He lowered his voice.

  “No Sir!” He could hear rustling, and then she said “I’ve put the belt around my waist, Sir.”

  “Now tighten it.” He listened. “More. Tighter than that.” When he heard her grunt, he said, “Enough. How do you feel?”

  She paused. “Confined, Sir.” Her voice had got fainter.

  God, he loved hearing a woman’s voice change like that. “Excellent. Now kneel down.”

  “On the floor?”

  “Of course, on the floor. Knees wide, back straight, tits out. Fold your arms behind your back.” He heard movement as she got into position. “Now we are ready to begin.”

  She swallowed. “We are?”

  “Oh yeah.” He grinned, but kept his voice stern. “What do you think you’re going to do now?”

  “I’m going to suck your—” She stopped.

  “My what?” God, he loved this. Lexi was a confident career woman. He knew she wasn’t coy or timid. To reduce her to stumbling incoherence was a rush.

  “Your cock, Sir.”

  “Very good. But don’t think I didn’t notice all the times you forgot to say Sir.” She gasped. “Now it’s time to begin. What are you going to do first?”

  “May I use my hands, Sir?”

  “You may.”

  “Then I’d open your pants, very slowly, and push them down your legs. I’d run my hands back up your thighs, enjoying the feel of your muscles on the way.”

  “Very good,” he praised her. “What then?”

  “I’d pull down your boxers, and see it rising up, pointing at me.”

  “See what?”

  “Your cock, Sir.”

  “Better. Don’t forget again, or I’ll have to punish you.”

  “I’d stroke it, learning the texture of it, how long and hard it is. Then I’d lick the head.”

  Sam’s hand was around his dick, slowly stroking it in time to her words. God, she was good at this. “Very nice. Keep going.”

  “And then I’d take it into my mouth and run my tongue over the head. I’d move my mouth down over the length of it, as far as I could. It’s too long for me to get it all into my mouth, so I use my hands as well. I’d tighten my grip with each stroke of my tongue, and I’d use my other hand to caress your balls.”

  Sam moaned.

  “Am I doing it right, Sir?” she said. She sounded smug.

  “You’re a sassy brat, but yes, you’re doing it right. Keep going.” His hand tightened around his cock. She had given him an erection that could double as a pile-driver.

  “Then I suck harder, until I hear you groan. You love what I’m doing. You’re making noises to encourage me.”

  That bit was certainly right, Sam growled as he own grip tightened. His fist pumped.

  “Your hands are in my hair now. You’re telling me to finish. I suck harder. I grip your balls, and then you come, right down my throat.”

  He was so close to coming that he had to take his hands off his cock, and suck deep breaths down his throat. One touch was all it would take to set him off, and he didn’t intend to let this be over yet.

  “Did you like that, Sir?” she asked demurely. Oh that luscious backside badly needed to be paddled. He couldn’t wait.

  “Very good. Now tighten the belt another notch, and lie back on the bed.” He knew, even if she didn’t, that tightening the belt would push her sexual feeling even higher. He heard rustling and the squeak of bedsprings, and even that kicked his arousal higher. “Hold on to the headboard.”

  “I have a brass bed frame, Sir.”

  The image of Lexi spread-eagled as he tied her to her bed flooded him, and his cock gave an urgent jerk. What did this woman do to him? He ignored that for now. This was Lexi’s time. “Then hold on to the rails, and spread your legs. Wider than that.”

  She groaned.

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sp; “How do you feel?”

  “Vulnerable. Available.”

  “Anything else?”

  “Sexy.”

  “Oh, you are. So sexy. You turn me on so hard it should be illegal. Now close your eyes and open your mouth. Imagine I’m kissing it. My tongue is dipping inside, tasting you. I love the flavor, coffee and cinnamon.” Shit, he shouldn’t have said that. He didn’t want her to know yet who he was. But she was moaning, so he kept going. “I tease all around your mouth, and then kiss your ear. I flick my tongue inside it. Now I nibble my way down your neck, and down the slope of your breast.”

  She shifted on bed and panted.

  “You can take one hand off the bed frame, and use it to help my mouth. While I kiss one nipple, you can stoke and caress the other. Yes, that’s it.” He listened to the sounds she made. God, this woman was so responsive. She was already halfway there. “Now, I’m sucking harder. Pinch the other nipple. Again. Good girl.”

  His erection was almost painful. He was fighting not to come just yet.

  “Now I’m moving down your body. Keep your thighs wide open for me. Let your hand move down too, show me where you need to be touched. Oh yes, that’s good. Now put your fingers inside your pussy. Show me the rhythm you need.”

  He listened as her panting turned into groans, listened to her thrash around on the bed. She was close. So close and so was he.

  “Stop. Take your hand away.”

  “What?” she wailed.

  He made his voice hard. “Take your hand away. All those times you didn’t say Sir. You’re going to be punished. Put your hand back on the bed frame.”

  He heard her sob, but she complied. He waited in silence, listening to her breathing, as she fought the urge to defy him and touch herself again.