by Graham, Jan
“I would never hurt you, Angel. Last night when you woke up and said ‘please don’t hurt me, Christian,’ I realised I had scared you severely during dinner. I don’t ever want you to be scared of me, Angel. I promise I would never hurt you. I’m not like Samuel.”
“I don’t remember saying that. Oh, Christian, I’m not scared of you. I’m so sorry if you thought I meant you, my nightmares were of Samuel, not you. I feel so safe with you. Please don’t think I’m scared of you, because I’m not.”
She reached up and ran her hands down the side of his face before leaning closer, presumably to cuddle him. Christian stopped her as she moved forward and kissed the top of her head.
“Thank you, Angel. I was worried that I had damaged what we had. I’m glad you aren’t scared of me, but there is something you should be scared of.” He moved away from her and went back to staring at the car engine.
“What should I be scared of, Christian?” Angel walked over to the car and joined him staring at the engine. Christian had no idea if she knew what she was looking at but he felt at ease knowing she was happy to be close to him.
“I’m filthy, and if you get to close to me, I’ll make you dirty.” He held up his greasy hands. “I’ve been working on the car all morning, my love.” Angel moved closer and pushed herself in between the front of the car and Christian.
“I don’t have to be close to you for you to make me dirty. I get dirty just thinking about you.” Angel put her arms around his waist and pressed her body against his.
He was hot and sweaty from working, but she didn’t appear to mind. As she moved her hands up his back and over his arms, Christian felt his muscles ripple under her fingers. Finally, her hands came to rest at the back of his neck and she pulled him down to kiss her on the lips.
Christian looked into her eyes as she pulled his head toward her. They were smouldering with lust. As their lips met, she parted her mouth, ready to receive his warm tongue. He kissed her passionately. He felt her desire for him increase as his tongue explored her mouth. Her fingers entwined in his blonde curls, and her nipples grew hard as her top rubbed against his bare chest. Her nipples raked against him. She lowered her arms, allowing her long nails to gently scratch at his back. A low moan gurgled at the back of Christian’s throat as her nails scraped over his shoulder blades. He released her mouth from his and ran one hand down her spine, causing her to gently shiver. The other hand pulled one of the singlet straps down, releasing a breast that he quickly cupped in his hand and squeezed tenderly. The other hand roamed toward her denim-covered arse, which he squeezed hard as he pressed his jean-covered erection firmly against her lower body. Angel breathed out heavily he sensed her increasing arousal and longed to explore the wetness between her legs.
“So tell me”—Christian’s voice was husky with passion—“is your bra the only piece of underwear you neglected to put on this morning?”
“I can’t remember. Maybe you need to investigate that for yourself.”
Angel let out a soft cry as Christian’s fingers pinched at her nipple in response to her answer. Christian allowed a devilishly wicked smile to spread across his lips. He squeezed her nipple harder this time as he repeated his question, demanding she answer him properly.
“I said is your bra the only piece of underwear you neglected to put on this morning? And, Angel, your answer should include a term of respect.” His eyes fixed on hers and he smiled as she squirmed beneath his firm grip.
“Yes, my bra is the only piece of underwear I neglected to put on this morning…” Angel paused, only to feel Christian tighten his fingers around her erect nipple. “…Sir.”
Christian laughed as she answered, loving the look he saw on Angel’s face as she acknowledged his dominance.
“I’m pleased that you remembered I like to have something to rip off your hot body.”
Christian released the pressure on her nipple slowly before bending down to gently kiss it. He placed his hands around Angel’s waist, lowered the car’s bonnet behind her, and lifted her slightly, sliding her up onto the hood of the car. Angel spread her legs as his hand moved up her inner thigh. He began to tease her pussy through the cotton knickers she wore.
“Your pants appear to be wet. Tell me, why that is, Angel?” he asked.
“It’s because I’m horny, Sir,” she answered, appearing to become quite frustrated that he was taking the time to drive her nuts. “It isn’t a great time to tease me, you know, I’m tired and impatient because of lack of sleep. So it’s not a great day to get all dominant and wicked on me.”
Christian grinned when Angel pouted. If it was a good day for her to get all pouty and seductive then it was definitely a great day to be dominant and wicked.
“Well, you’re the naughty girl that’s come here in your short skirt and wet panties to tease a man that’s obviously trying to work. I think you’re asking for a little wickedness.”
Christian pressed his fingers against her cunt, forcing the cotton pants inside her lips until he felt the bulge of her clit underneath them. He felt the moisture surge through the material and heard Angel groan. She went to pull at her pants to move them away, obviously wanting his fingers to touch her skin without hindrance. Christian stopped teasing her and grabbed both hands. He forced them behind her back and held her in place until she stopped struggling
“What do you think I need to do with you?” he asked with a wry smile.
“I think you need to put your cock inside my cunt and fuck me stupid instead of teasing me like you are. I want to be fucked,” Angel demanded.
Christian released her hands and stood in front of her. The wry smirk still on his lips was beginning to annoy her significantly. He moved away, leaving her spread-legged on the bonnet of the car. She could see the bulge in his jeans. It was obviously uncomfortable, but still he just stared at her in amusement. Angel slid her hand down to feel her wet knickers and pouted in Christian’s direction. She knew he was as horny as her, and if he wanted to tease her and keep her hanging, then she could tease him right back.
“Fuck me please, Sir. I’m so horny.” She pleaded seductively.
“Well, at least that was a nicer request than the last one. Try again. This time, though, make it a little less bratty, will you. And if you are thinking of touching yourself while I watch, I would change my mind or take the consequences.” Christian’s voice was firm, his eyes fixed on her every move.
Angel contemplated him for a short time. She was going to touch herself and tease him, show him she could take care of her own horny needs. Now that he had thrown down the gauntlet of taking the consequences, she knew she had to decide whether to continue with her bratty actions or just obey. Angel made a quick judgement call as she stared at Christian.
What the hell. I’m in just a bad enough mood to play this game and drive you nuts.
Angel licked her lips and ran her hand over her exposed breast, causing a shiver to run over her already aroused body as she spoke.
“Please, Sir, may I have your cock inside me?” Angel watched Christian closely as she slipped her fingers inside her pants and began to circle her clit.
She lay back on the bonnet and stared at him as he watched her start to finger herself. Angel knew Christian could see her hand moving underneath her pants. She bit her bottom lip as he undid his leather belt and removed it from his jeans before walking toward her. Just as Angel was about to bring herself to climax, he pulled her hand from her pants. She frowned and kicked her foot against the car’s bonnet as Christian examined her hand before placing her fingers in his mouth and sucking her wetness off them.
“Very tasty.” He laughed as she tried to sit up and reach for the button on his jeans. Grabbing her other hand, he wrapped the belt around them in a figure eight design, securing her wrists firmly together.
“You’re a cheeky brat this morning.” He laughed as he lifted her off the bonnet. “It appears you may have to learn a lesson.”
“Do your be
st.” She grinned, kissing his cheek as he carried her over to the hoist he and Daniel had used to put the engine back in the car.
Angel knew he could smell her arousal, hell, he’d tasted it when he sucked her fingers. Her wet pants pressed against his stomach. She had wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her and continued to try and kiss him. He seemed to be resisting the urge to just take her back to the car bonnet and fuck her stupid. Damn stubborn man.
“I really want to feel your cock inside me,” Angel whispered into his ear before she bit his earlobe playfully.
“Feet down,” Christian ordered, prising her away from him.
Angel lowered her legs from around his waist and felt the cold cement floor against her toes as she placed her feet down. Before she knew it, Christian had secured her leather-tied wrists to the hoist, her hands above her head linked to the metal support bar and the balls of her feet only barely touching the ground. Angel glanced up to see the chain that Christian had looped under the leather belt and slipped onto one of the hooks on the support bar of the hoist.
No getting out of that . Although, she was tempted by the idea of trying to escape and run away, forcing him to have to catch her.
Christian kissed her on the nose and smiled. He slipped his hand back in between her legs and ripped her underpants away from her body. She watched as he threw them over his shoulder not caring where they landed. He ran his hands over her partially clothed body before pushing her singlet up and over her head. Angel closed her eyes, revelling in his touch as he returned to play with her breasts. Angel wondered how wet he could actually make her, how horny she would need to be before he conceded to provide her with some relief. Angel moaned as Christian’s fingers alternated between pinching and flicking her hard nipples. She could feel her pussy begin to clench as he suddenly began to roll the hard nubs firmly between his fingers. She felt a rush of moisture release from her pussy lips and begin to trickle slowly down her inner thighs.
“Please, Sir,” Angel whispered. “I need to come.”
“Really…Are you sure?” Christian gave her left breast a playful slap and walked over to the side wall of the shed to stand near a gray cupboard.
“Yes, really, Sir.”
‘You aren’t allowed to come yet, Angel. I haven’t punished your for disobeying me when I told you not to touch yourself. Let alone that bratty attitude you’ve been giving me. Now, what would you like me to punish you with? I have a leather strap or a cane down here, or I could just use my hand. You choose.”
“I don’t care. I just want you to do it and then fuck me please, Sir.”
“Choose,” Christian snapped.
“Hand, please.” Angel sighed and rolled her eyes.
“Cane it is, then.” He laughed as he opened the cupboard and took something out, presumably a cane.
“But I didn’t choose the cane,” Angel replied indignantly, only to become annoyed as Christian laughed at her.
“I don’t have the cane,” he said. “I found something better.” Christian stood in front of Angel, running the crop across the palm of his hand so she could see its full length.
“I don’t like the crop, Sir.” She teetered against the hoist and jerked against the restraint as she pouted at him.
“Then isn’t that an excellent choice as a punishment? You’ll be able to tell all your friends what a wise Dom I am when it comes to punishing you.” Angel’s head was spinning, and her body was so aroused she could hardly think.
Christian pointed the crop toward her moist pussy and slid it between her slightly parted legs. Angel gasped in delight as he slid the leather tip of the crop between her pussy lips and began to gently tease her clit with it. The forward and back motion caused her to part her legs farther so the full width of the leather could cover the highly sensitised bulb between her legs. Angel moaned as pleasure flowed through her body. Just as Angel thought Christian may actually let her come, he removed the crop and started walking around her, surveying his handy work. He ignored Angel’s growl of protest as he spoke.
“Now the way I see it, you are due about six strokes. You disturbed my work on the car, you touched yourself when I told you not to, you didn’t use ‘Sir’ on at least one occasion, you have been demanding I put my cock inside you, and you have behaved like a brat. So, six should do it because I’m sure I have forgotten at least one indiscretion.”
Christian walked behind her and pulled her skirt up around her waist to prevent any hindrance to the punishment Angel knew she was about to receive. He ran his hand over the curve of her arse eliciting a soft moan as she pushed her arse further into his touch. Angel felt the tap of the crop softly on her backside and waited for the first strike with anticipation.
She heard the distinctive whoosh of the crop going through the air behind her, but felt no sting.
“Oops, missed.” Angel started to giggle at Christian’s joke before she felt the bite of his hand and heard the loud slap on her butt cheek.
“Ouch.” Angel had barely spoken when the next spank of his hand struck, quickly followed by a third. Christian moved in close to her side as he rubbed his hand over the hot red mark on her bottom.
“Now you can tell your friends I’m also a benevolent Dom,” he teased.
Angel’s cunt had flinched in delight with each slap on her arse. She hadn’t thought she could get any wetter, but she was. She could feel Christian’s covered erection pressing into the side of her leg,
“Three to go,” he whispered into her ear as he slipped his hand between her legs and parted her pussy lips.
He slipped two fingers inside her and began to slowly thrust them in and out. Angel groaned loudly, and Christian let his thumb find her clit, moving over it as he pressed his two middle digits into her wet hole. Angel’s cunt clenched on Christian’s fingers and her body began to shudder, but just as she was about to find release, he moved his hand away abruptly.
“Argh,” Angel screamed in frustration and tried to kick Christian, who stepped out of her way before she connected with him.
“Stop torturing me, Sir. I need you to fuck me, please.”
Angel felt the sharp slap against her butt cheek and heard Christian counting one, two, three, and four. Each slap of his hand was alternated with his firm hand gently rubbing her arse cheek while the fingers of his other hand toyed with her engorged clit. Angel felt like she was going to explode. The sting of each slap had sent jolts of pleasure straight to her cunt. The stroking of her clit added to the heated arousal pooling in the flinching muscles of her pussy. Christian stood in front of her and kissed her firmly on the lips as his hands returned to tease her breasts. His kisses roamed to the side of her neck, Angel expected him to give her a beautiful bite mark to remember the event but he just nipped and licked her skin as he continued to torture her with arousal. Her body was heaving against him as she breathed heavily. She trembled as he rolled the hard peaks of her breasts between his fingers.
“Please,” Angel whispered against his ear.
Angel couldn’t stand it another minute. Her body was so aroused, her heart beating so hard that she felt like she was going to faint. Her pulse pounded in her ears. She needed relief so badly, but he kept denying her. As his hand slid back down her stomach and in between her legs, once again flicking her clit which was now so engorged Angel could actually feel its pressure between her lips, she did the only thing she knew to do. It would either provide her with relief or stop the torture of raging arousal flowing through her body.
Christian heard her breathe something softly. It didn’t register until he heard it again. Angel whispered her safe word.
“Red.”
“Did you just use your safe word?” Christian looked at her in amazement as he stopped what he was doing and stepped back from her. Safe words were designed for when play got to be too much. If a sub used their safe word, then a Dom stopped what they were doing immediately and ensured the sub was okay.
“Yes. Red.” Angel said
it again with tears in her eyes.
“I’m not sure a safe word is allowed if you’re just overly aroused.” He smiled. “What do you need me to do for you?”
“Please, Sir. I need mercy. I can’t stand not having you inside me when I’m so aroused. I beg you to give me some relief and let me come. I can’t cope with the pain of being this horny without the pleasure only you can give me.”
Without a word, Christian undid his jeans and let them fall to the floor. His cock sprung forward and pressed against Angel’s body. He heard her gasp as it brushed her stomach as he lifted her slightly, allowing her to spread her legs around him. He lowered her onto his erection and heard her deep sigh of pleasure as he filled her.
She began to ride his cock immediately. Christian barely had to move as she slid frantically up and down. He felt her clit pressing against him as she rode his erection, her legs tightly gripping his body. Christian felt Angel begin to come. He was ready to explode as well, but he wanted to enjoy being in her for as long as he could. He reached up and undid the chain holding her bound hands onto the vice. She screamed her first release as she dropped down tight against him. He remained inside her, holding her firmly against him as he walked back over to the car and placed her back onto the bonnet. As soon as her bottom contacted the bonnet, Christian began to thrust into her without reserve. Angel screamed in pleasure, quickly coming again. Her cunt clenched and released in rhythm to the thrusts of his rock-hard cock. Angel continued to come like a freight train as Christian pounded her mercilessly. He felt her cunt fill with her fluid that flowed over him. The full length of his cock buried deep inside her. Her cunt was exquisite, squeezing him, pulsing around his hardness, and she moaned in delight, reacting to every movement, every thrust. Christian wanted to stay there forever but knew he wouldn’t last much longer. His balls pulled tight as they hit against the curve of her arse checks. With a final deep thrust, Angel screamed her orgasm once again as Christian yelled loudly, allowing his cum to explode into her, the residual clenching of her own orgasm milking him for every last drop.
