by Madison Faye
Angel shook her head as she smiled. I could get used to this. I suppose I’ve never been with a normal guy and I never knew what I was missing. She looked down at her pajamas—well, his pajamas. While she sat on the toilet seat, she peeked in at her breasts through the overly large pajama shirt and saw that they had some sort of cream on them and they looked almost healed. What the…? She raised her head and wondered when. Probably as I slept. She found it to be the sweetest thing she’d ever thought to know—he’d caressed cream on her damaged nipples as she slept? Oh, wow.
She wiped, stood up, and washed her hands at the sink; it too had gold-plated faucets. How does he afford all of this on a cabby’s pay? She dried her hands on the designer towels and knocked on the door.
He was there in an instant, opened it, and took her up again… into his arms.
Angel laughed as he carried her, but decided that his advice of earlier was correct. If he wanted to carry her, he was the host so she would just let him. And why should she complain, if he wanted to carry her everywhere?
Setting her on the bed, he pulled the jammie top away. He knelt and carefully examined her nipples. “Ah, so much better.”
At his swift disrobing of her and his intent inspection, Angel gave a little start.
With a grin on his face, he laid her back.
She gasped as he tugged the bottoms away. She wondered naughtily if he was going to examine her pussy as well. Stop that, Angel! she admonished herself for giggling at this kind, warm man.
Bastien opened her thighs and did exactly that. He pulled her folds aside and examined her pussy.
Shocked, she held her breath as her eyes rounded.
“Mmm, not as bruised as before,” he concluded.
Angel was stunned. “Are you for real?” she asked.
The sweet Frenchman looked up from her open snatch and stared into her eyes as he gently slid a finger into her.
Gasping, her body grew taut from the exquisite sudden invasion.
“Does this feel real?” His eyes were intense as they locked with hers. He reached up and caressed her tender nipple with a light feathery touch.
Angel was instantly turned on and she held her breath.
“This also is not fantasy.” He leaned forward and suckled her other nipple.
Excited and stunned, Angel was panting.
Pulling his mouth away, he gently removed his finger and stood up.
Angel gulped and raised her gaze to see him standing over her. Oh, wow, this man is something else altogether. I wonder if he likes to—her thoughts halted immediately. Stop that; he’s a normal guy and you will never be a normal girl!
Now, he held a dress in his hands. “I do not know if it is your size. But I tore your other one to bits yesterday. It was trash, a cheap, hideously ugly dress, and I assume that he made you wear it?”
Angel froze. Brandon had made her wear it. It was a joke he made about her Cinderella dress and that she wasn’t good enough for the ball, as he would put it. Tears formed in her eyes. She shook her head to clear the horrible memory away and stared at the soft-looking white dress. “Oh, thank you!” She took it and stood up.
Grabbing it, he set it over her head. Angel was almost chest to chest with him and she froze as her heart was pounding.
He looked into her eyes and lowered his mouth close to her lips.
Every nerve in her body came alive with want and need to feel his lips on hers. I wonder how he tastes? Her mouth fell open in pure anticipation.
“I think it will fit,” he whispered within a breath of her lips.
Angel wanted him to kiss her so badly that she ached with it.
Promptly pulling his mouth away, he slipped the dress over her head. He tugged it down and slipped her arms in.
Angel almost deflated like a balloon as she realized he wasn’t going to kiss her. She tried hard to school her features.
Bastien stepped back and looked her over. “Il s’adapte parfaitement; it fits perfect.” He smiled.
Swallowing her spit, she realized her mouth had actually drooled for this man’s lips. She decided to get her mind away from kissing, sex, or anything close. “Where did you get it?’
Taking her hand, he pulled her over to a pair of doors. He opened them and stepped back. On one side were all men’s clothes and on the other were about ten women’s outfits on hangers, some were even jeans. “Oh, wow!” She gulped. “Um, these aren’t like…?”
He gazed from the clothes to her face. “Like what?”
She almost refused to answer, afraid to insult him. After all, why should she care who the clothes belonged to? But her traitorous mouth betrayed her. “You know? Belonging to your ex? Your, um… almost ex?”
He chuckled. “No, anything that woman left I tossed to the garbage… um, trashcan. I bought them for you.”
Angel blinked rapidly. “What? When?”
“Yesterday.” He shrugged.
Her brow wrinkled with puzzlement. “But how could you have done that? We just met yesterday!”
“Sweet Angel.” He took her hand.
The warmth from his fingers made her feel more relaxed, but her confusion wasn’t over.
Bastien stared at her perplexed expression. “You slept for forty-eight hours.”
Chapter Six
“What?” Angel gasped.
“That was when I rubbed your sweet body with creams and oils and…” Bastien looked troubled. “I examined every inch of you,” he admitted in a low voice.
Stunned, she stepped back. “I slept for two days?” Not even realizing the part where he mentioned his detailed examinations.
Bastien nodded again.
She took a deep breath. “Well, that explains it.”
Stepping forward, he casually picked up her up into his arms again. “Explains what?”
“Well, for one? I feel so rested and relaxed and for two…?” She looked at his jawline, thinking how nicely defined it was. “And that gave you time to go to work, shop, and everything.”
Shaking his head, he set her down on a velvet couch in the living room. “No—non jamais. I never left your side. You were ill, exhausted.”
Angel blinked at him. “What?”
At her astonished expression, he laughed and picked up the remote. “I had someone shop for them and as I said, I work when I want to.” He placed the remote into her hands. “Most of it is in French, but I do have some American movies on Blu-ray, if you like?”
Staring down at the remote, she wondered how this would all end up. Him buying her clothes and doing everything for her. How would she ever repay him? Doubts crept in… men had never done anything for her and not expected her to do something for them. She tried to shake away the suspicion. This man hadn’t given any indication that he was… What, Angel? A lowlife? A beast? “Um…?”
With a sigh, he sat down next to her. “Oui?”
“What will happen now?”
He looked thoughtful for a moment. “Whatever you want.”
Angel stared at his profile. “Whatever I want?”
“Mm-hmm.”
She gazed over at the TV. “Well, I can think of many things I want, but there is still the problem of—”
Bastien placed his hands over hers. “Of Brandon Hodges?”
Angel trembled. “Yeah.”
“Not a problème at all.” He took the remote from her and flipped through the channels. “That was taken care of yesterday as well.”
“Taken care of?” she asked breathlessly.
Nodding, he smiled at something on the screen. “Oh, here is an American show you might like.”
“Bastien!” she almost yelled.
The smiling Frenchman looked startled. “Oh, you have never said my name before.” He grinned. “I like it.”
She shook her head at him and stood up. “What has been taken care of?”
He peered up at her and seemed to take his time as his eyes examined the entire length of her. “That dress looks si bon—so
good on you.”
Angel couldn’t believe how this guy was just so—so…
He suddenly looked resigned like he’d decided on the truth. He grabbed her hand, gently tugging her down to his lap. “I will now tell you a story, oui?”
Angel tensed up and nodded. What kind of story could he tell? Did she want to hear it?
“There is this place in a land far, far away. It is an island near Asia. On this island, there is a secret resort.”
Baffled by his story, she grew even more puzzled.
“This island is only for…”
Feeling wound up, she really wanted to know, but he was stroking her arm as he talked and he smelled so damned good.
“Slaves.” He said the one word with a special tone.
“Slaves?”
He nodded and lightly caressed her arm. “But they are all male sex slaves.”
Angel’s eyes widened.
“They are hijacked men and they are taken into bondage.”
Breathing heavily now, shock ran along her body. “What?”
Bastien set her feet down on the rug and stood up. “Brandon Hodges will serve a year for every bruise on your body.” His eyes were burning at her.
Angel was speechless.
“I looked you over and I counted every spot and every entaille—uh, nick.”
Feeling astonishment race through her, the room spun around her. “That’s crazy!”
A smile peeked at his lips and he slowly shook his head as he again scooped her up. “Nothing is crazy if you have enough money.”
“What?” She was utterly baffled.
His expression looked smug as he carried her to the bathroom and set her down. “Just know that you will never—ever—see him again.”
Batting her eyes, she laughed. “You’re joking, right?”
He didn’t respond, as he opened another door and stepped through. “Le diable suis-je! No, I am not joking, as you say.” He came back and tugged the dress up and away from her body.
“What are you doing?”
“I just remembered that you may need…” He lifted her into his arms yet again, and carried her into a shower room.
She stared with wonder at a tiled shower that took up an entire room with a combination steam room design.
He set her on one of the benches. “…a shower,” he finished his sentence, stepped over to the side, and pulled his tee shirt off.
Angel stared. She hadn’t seen him except in clothes. Enthralled, she sat and watched as he tugged his pants away and stood up.
Bastien was well muscled and hard all over. He had a tattoo design that reminded of a dragon along one thigh that wove up along his hip. His stomach was taut and full of rippling abs. Sweet Bastien is fucking glorious and beautiful! Her mind reeled. “Wow, how come I never noticed how…?” Her voice faded away.
He tilted his dark head at her. “How…?”
She swallowed heavily. “Built you are.”
“Well, I guess you never asked to see me naked.”
“I could have asked?” she joked with a squeaky chortle that even hurt her ears and watched him as he turned on the shower spray. She openly and without any shame ogled his bare ass and felt herself get wet—and it had nothing to do with the shower spray.
He turned to look at her. “Well, come on, time to shower.” He walked across the tiled floor and lifted her up again. “I suppose I am spoiling you and you have forgotten how to use those lovely legs,” he teased.
Angel was stunned. This man isn’t at all what I guessed he was. He’s drop-dead gorgeous and I never noticed? Also, he had Brandon kidnapped and… She shook her head. No, he’s just saying that, right? Just kidding. To maybe make me feel better.
Sexy, naked Bastien set her down on another bench and began to soap her up.
The feel of his warm hands and the water along her skin made her tingle all over. “Oh…” she sighed.
He gazed up at her.
Turned on to the point of no return, Angel sat very still. Oh, please let him keep his hands on me, please?
Standing up, he reached over.
At this unexpected opportunity, she stared at his cock, which was somewhat rigid, but not stiff and erect. It was a perfect, smooth, luscious organ; a nice size and thickness, but it wasn’t erect at all. I don’t turn him on, that’s what it is. He’s just really being kind and helping me. Quietly, Angel fought her sexually demented demon and put her hands in her lap as she felt him shampooing her hair.
Silently, he massaged her scalp and she leaned back. He has great hands. Why doesn’t he make a move? Here I am, sitting here wide open and naked. While I am nearly panting.
Bastien chuckled as the water came down over her head and she spluttered.
Well, that woke me up. Daydreaming about his hands and wanting to see his cock erect and hard with need for me? I’m pathetic!
With another abrupt move, he stood her up and tugged her close.
Her body came up against his sleek hard chest and her breath left her lungs entirely.
His expression turned serious as he looked into her eyes. “Would you stay with me for a while?”
Angel was again startled. “S-stay w-with you?’
“You know? For some time, until you can decide what you want.”
Mute now, she nodded her head. I think I want you, but maybe you just…
He smiled. “Good, then. We can relax and have fun, stay in or go out, whatever you choose.”
Flabbergasted to silence, she could only nod.
Chuckling, Bastien playfully stepped sideways while holding onto her, moving their bodies under the shower spray again.
At his sweet, playful actions, Angel laughed and hugged him fiercely.
Chapter Seven
A month had gone by, filled with trips to shops and sightseeing. Angel had never seen much of Paris, as she’d been locked up in the beast-controlled penthouse nightmare.
Bastien filled her days with sunshine, picnics, and laughter, like she’d never known before. Every night for the first week, he bathed her and did her hair. Every day, he either cooked for her or they went out to a café to eat.
Everywhere they went, people knew him and they always acted like he was someone special. The rapid French that they rattled out at him got past her most times, but there were moments when she wondered about who or what he really was. Angel knew now that he wasn’t just a cabby. Every time she would ask about it, he would make a joke or he would tell her his adopted father was wealthy and he was a spoiled son.
Angel found that it didn’t matter to her really. Bastien wasn’t a bad man, that was a certainty, so even if he one day told her he was in the French mafia or something? She knew she couldn’t care less and she would still feel the same way about him.
Tonight after another great evening with her sweet, entertaining Frenchman, she’d gone to sleep happily.
Her dreams were anything but sweet though…
She was in a dungeon, a BDSM dungeon… her body stood upright, strapped to a cross, spread eagled. Her flesh shivered in the cold air. Anticipation caused beads of sweat to roll down her now flushed skin.
While nude, she had velvet-covered straps over her labia pushing at her clit. Her breasts were strapped but so they were lifted up with her nipples out in the air as she’d been secured, facing the crossbars.
In the quiet, Angel heard movement behind her and she sucked in a shaky breath.
Whoever it was grasped one of her bare ass cheeks.
She fought not to jump at the warm hand on her ass.
“Mmmm…” a low male growl echoed in the chamber as another hand grabbed the other cheek.
Her skin rose with gooseflesh as she trembled. She then felt those hands parting her cheeks wider. She knew the bud of her anus was exposed to the eyes of this stranger. Then her eyes widened as something nudged her tight little hole.
It eased in with almost a pop—loud in the silent dungeon.
A butt plug? She fel
t her pussy bubble out with moisture. It felt so filling and made her ass clench around the intrusion to her little hole.
Then the strap was adjusted and pressed between her cheeks, pushing the plug up tight.
“Ohhhh…” She let out a breathless moan as it filled her.
A low, sexy-sounding male chuckle reverberated in the chamber.
Swallowing the rest of her moans and cries, because she didn’t want to anger her mysterious master, Angel bit at her lip.
His hard body leaned in on hers, covering her back with delicious hot skin.
Trembling badly, she took in his scent. It was familiar and intoxicating, but she couldn’t place it. Her brain grew foggy at the heat against her back.
She waited for instructions, a voice—anything.
His hands came around the front and grasped her hardened nipples jutting out like greedy points of desperation.
Tugging and twisting her nipples, she realized this dom knew how to handle breasts and her panting increased as did her moisture as it rolled down in beads of arousal along her slit, dampening the velvet.
Gulping and fighting the impending climax, she couldn’t help herself. “P-please? I’m going to come…”
The intoxicating nipple play halted.
Her body nearly slumped in disappointment. No! She didn’t want him to stop.
Then he eased away.
Angel nearly wept as her body struggled against the straps. No… don’t stop. Oh, God, don’t stop.
“Shhhh,” the man hushed her while close to her ear.
Her skin shivered at the sexy tone in her ear and his hot breath felt like sin’s fire as her shuddering body warmed to a flushing heat. Then she felt all the straps tightening as she heard a whirring sound.
Oh! The strap pushed against her labia and the butt plug. I am gonna die from this pleasure. I know I’m not allowed to come until I’m told I can. I need to fight this. Her body squirmed a bit more. Then she felt the clamps on her nipples as his hands reached around to secure them.
