“It was my roommate. I’m sure she didn’t mean anything by it. Don’t, um, be too mean to her.”
Angel nipped Nina’s ear, making her breath hitch. “You don’t need to worry about her. All you need to worry about is me. Because I seem to recall that you ran away from me today.”
“I’m sorry. What should I do to make up for it?” Angel could hear the needy desire in her voice.
“You’ve earned yourself a punishment. You need to remember… how this works.” It took Angel a second too long to come up with the end of that sentence. She wanted to say, You need to remember that I’ll take care of you. You need to remember that you’re mine. This was only a fantasy, though. A brief moment to reconnect and remedy their past mistakes.
She stepped around Nina and sat down on the edge of the bed. It didn’t escape her notice that the heavy wooden bed posts would be perfect for attaching a set of cuffs to. She was certain that Nina had chosen it for exactly that reason, which led to a mixture of arousal and jealousy.
“Come here, naughty girl. Over my lap.”
Nina’s face burned red under her freckles, but even without that becoming flush, her expression would have given her away. They’d never done this as teenagers, but Nina was apparently both embarrassed and eager for it now.
Just like Angel had known she would be.
Nina crept toward her, but she was moving too slowly. Angel yanked her down over her lap, settling her right where she wanted her.
Nina flailed, trying to stay balanced with crouched legs and the tips of her fingers. Angel knew that she’d feel unstable and embarrassed, which only added to the crackle of power that arced between them.
Nina didn’t move, but every muscle in her body was tense. Angel pulled the ponytail holder from her hair. She’d loved touching the soft strands before, and now they fell in luxurious waves over her shoulders and around her head. A waterfall of temptation.
Angel stroked down Nina’s back, the soothing motion broken only by the wrinkles in her t-shirt and the thin line of her bra strap. She needed more skin, so she pulled up the tight shirt to touch the warm flesh below.
Nina had new freckles.
It shouldn’t have been such a revelation, but it was. Nina had been away from her for a decade, and she’d gotten new freckles. What else had Angel missed out on?
She thought about stripping her bare, getting her to stand in front of her so that she could catalogue every change. The sensual breasts that were rubbing against her thigh. The narrow column of her waist. Whatever tempting fantasy was waiting for her under her panties. Even her feet, clad now in thin black socks that Angel wanted to strip off so she could kiss her toes.
Angel was still a tangle of lust around Nina, but now she knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it.
“Hands behind your back,” Angel snapped.
“I…” Nina started, but then fell quiet. She reached one hand back and Angel grabbed it.
“Nina…” she reprimanded. She expected immediate obedience, and was thrilled when Nina’s other hand shot back. She pinned down both of her wrists, using it to keep her steady.
She abruptly pulled up Nina’s skirt, knowing that she would feel more exposed if she stayed mostly dressed. Nina was wearing a plain set of teal cotton panties, nothing special, but delectable stretched over this particular shapely ass.
“I like your panties,” Angel crooned. “Did you wear them just for me?” She traced one firm globe and then the other. “Did you walk up the stairs in front of me just so I could look up your short little skirt?”
Nina shook her head, then nodded, then shook her head again. It was probably too many questions in the middle of the role play. The answer didn’t really matter, though. Just the feeling behind it. “Words, baby.”
“I didn’t know you were watching me,” Nina whispered breathlessly.
Angel squeezed the two firm cheeks, stroking over them and then gripping with her fingers. The shape was curvier and fuller than before, and she wanted to memorize it. “I don’t believe you, slut. You know that I watch you all the time, right? I’ve seen you acting all innocent when you bend over to pick something up. But you know that I’m watching your sexy little ass, don’t you? You’re just waiting to flash those panties at me.”
Nina nodded.
“Say it, slut.”
“I knew you were watching my… ass when I was walking up the stairs.”
“That’s right, baby. I watch you all the time. Every second. And I see how you want me.” She slid one finger under the waistband. “Now, how do naughty girls get spanked?” she asked.
Nina pressed up into her hand, and it took her a moment to answer. “However you want?”
“That’s right,” Angel confirmed. She’d been expecting to hear something about removing that thin layer of cloth, but this was better. She yanked the panties down. “On your bare little ass.”
All of the massaging had already brought Nina’s blood to the surface, but she knew she could make it redder. “I’m going to spank you until you cry, pretty girl,” she warned. “Tell me you want that.”
“Please, um, Angel.” She stumbled over the new name, but didn’t hesitate in asking for what she wanted. “Please spank me so I can be good for you again.”
“That’s right. And then everything will be washed away. Remember your safeword.”
Nina whimpered, and that was all the consent that she needed. She brought one hand down in a stinging slap.
Nina cried out beautifully, her voice husky and sweet.
“Quiet,” Angel snapped. “You don’t want the dorm heads hearing you. If someone comes in, I’ll have to tell them that you hurt yourself, but then you’ll have to make it up to me later.”
There was no way that anyone could hear them over the din in the bar, but it didn’t matter. It was the idea that was important. The possibility of getting caught. The impossibility of remaining silent.
Nina gasped desperately and turned her face into the blanket where it hung off the edge of the bed. Angel brushed her hair behind her ear so that she could see every expression. She would be gorgeous trying to stifle her moans, and that blanket wouldn’t be enough.
With her other hand, Angel massaged over the handprint she’d left, helping Nina to absorb the pain and turn it into something else. She slapped the other side, reveling in the low grunt that made it through the thick blankets.
She stroked and smoothed over the mark. She’d always been amazed by Nina’s pale skin. The way that she could mark it so easily.
Before the first time they’d even kissed, she’d teased and poked at Nina, watching for every sign of interest. Instead of romancing the younger student, Angel had pinched her hard through her uniform shirt, then demanded that she open the buttons so she could see if she was alright. Nina had looked up at her, with such shy embarrassment mingled with needy desire that it had driven all thoughts of anyone else from her head for the rest of the year.
There had been a beautiful pink spot, and she’d added another one before grabbing Nina’s tie and smashing their mouths together. That first time, Nina had come on her lap, with nothing but their tongues intertwined, a frantic grope over the seam of her uniform pants, and Angel’s sharp, pinching fingers leaving marks wherever they went.
Nina had been perfect for her then, and she still was, now. She landed another sharp smack where she’d placed the first one, soothed it, and then set up a steady rhythm.
Nina’s startled cries that fell into the blanket slowly turned into a continuous, breathy moan. “Quiet, slut. If someone hears you and knocks on this door, you won’t like the consequences.”
“Sorry,” Nina mumbled. She let her head fall down, her hair cascading over the back of her head. Angel wondered if she was biting her lip or her tongue to stay quiet, and briefly switched hands to toss the hair back over her shoulder again. Nina’s eyes were shut tight, but her mouth was open and gasping.
Angel switched her hands back, t
hen raked her fingernails across the heated skin of her ass. She wanted to hear Nina’s muted scream and feel her grind against her thigh as she tried to escape and embrace the pain.
Angel laid down the next slap even harder, driving the air from Nina’s lungs. She wanted her to come, but not before she was crying.
She spanked equally hard on the other side. Her own hand was stinging now, but that was exactly as it should be. It was a connection. They both needed to be cleansed of the past.
She struck again, right where Nina’s round ass met her thighs. The girl tried to squirm away and Angel braced her forearm over her back. That desperate attempt to escape was always Nina’s signal that she needed to be held a little tighter.
She rained down the last few blows, feeling Nina arch and squirm and push back against her…. And then melt completely onto her lap, her weight hanging heavy on Angel’s legs and the hand holding her wrists.
Sobs shook Nina’s thin shoulders, and Angel added a few more taps, knowing that even the lightest pressure would still sting as she eased her out of it.
She stroked the warmed flesh, marveling again at the rosy hue. She wanted to pull down Nina’s panties, but she didn’t know how Nina felt about her body and her transition, so she pulled them back up instead.
“Come here, sweetheart.” She gathered Nina up and arranged her unresisting limbs until Nina was straddling her and her tear-stained face was buried in her shoulder. “That’s right,” she crooned. “So good for me, pretty baby.”
Nina snuggled into her, tears still leaking from her eyes and soft sobs shaking her shoulders. They hadn’t cuddled like this before, either. Before they’d had sizzling attraction and foolish games while they both tried to figure themselves out. This was much better.
Angel rubbed up and down Nina’s back, under her t-shirt, whispering more soothing words. After her hands caught on her bra strap for the third time, she tugged at it and made an inquisitive sound.
Nina nodded.
With great reverence, she unhooked the clasps. “Arms up,” she murmured.
Nina lifted her arms and Angel pulled off her shirt and bra together. She caught just a glimpse of two perfect breasts, soft rounded cones tipped with pink buds that she wanted to cup immediately.
Nina had been adorable before, but she was sexy as fuck now.
She pulled her back down to her own chest.
The skin on her back was soft. Softer than it had been before. The sense of awe was the same, though. Angel couldn’t quite believe that she had the right to touch her again.
She unhooked the back of Nina’s skirt, loosening it just enough that she could extend her strokes down to the warmed flesh of her ass. She ran her fingers along the cleft, teasing without going any further.
Nina’s sniffs started to turn into hums of pleasure. Angel squeezed the warm, round globes with one hand while the other gently traced her spine.
When Nina’s breath started to hitch and her hips started to jerk, Angel pulled her away so she could see her face.
Angel took a moment to catalogue all the differences. There were tiny marks of age around her reddened eyes and Angel took a moment to kiss the tear-tracks at the corner of each one.
Nina’s delicate chin and smooth forehead suggested that she’d had facial feminization surgery, but only someone who had studied that face for hours would have known. Angel kissed her brow, thinking of how many stories there would be to tell between them.
Both ears were pierced, and one had three small studs arrayed around the outer shell. She nipped at the other one, wanting to touch more of Nina’s skin.
“You’re beautiful,” she breathed. Every part of her was perfect.
Nina looked up at her hesitantly. “You don’t have to say that.”
Angel grabbed her hair and yanked it back hard, holding her in place. Nina gasped, her eyes begging for more. “Do I need to spank you again, or are you listening to me now?”
Nina tried to nod her head, only to be brought up short by Angel’s hand. “I’m listening.”
“You are gorgeous. I want to devour you. Don’t ever think anything else.”
Nina searched Angel’s face, as though trying to determine the truth of her statements.
“Say it,” Angel demanded. “Say that you’re my gorgeous little slut.” She hadn’t meant to say the my part, but it had come out with the rest. She needed Nina to know how beautiful she was, but she wanted to claim her, too. If only for the moment.
“I’m your…” Nina looked down and then back up. “I’m your gorgeous little slut.”
“That’s right. And I know what sexy little sluts like you need, don’t I?”
“Yes,” Nina agreed, her back arching and her throat exposed as Angel positioned her where she wanted her. “Whatever you want.”
Chapter 4
Nina
Nina hid her face in Angel’s shoulder, not sure if she could keep the adoration out of her eyes. After the spanking, she’d felt all floaty and small and soft. Angel had taken care of her and given everything that she needed, then held her close.
She’d felt clean and rejuvenated, absolutely dependent on Angel to take care of her and completely trusting that she would.
It was different than it had been a decade ago, but also the same. Nina had lived for those moments before. Not just the dazzling whirl of shame and pain and pleasure when Angel would push her past anything she’d imagined. But also those sweet, too-brief moments afterward when Angel would soothe her.
Sometimes it was just a single caress. A soft hand on her cheek. Fingers that ran gently through her hair a few times before pulling her to her feet. A lingering, tender inspection of her skin wherever Angel had slapped or pinched. When she reveled in that brief affection, she’d always felt like she was stealing something that wasn’t hers to take.
This time, she had rested on Angel’s lap, limp and quietly weeping not only for all of the lonely nights and daily frustrations of the past ten years, but for the overwhelming relief of being able to hand those over to someone else for a change.
And Angel had held her, stroking her back and feathering through her hair, untangling the small knots that she encountered. Angel touched her like she was made of spun glass. Like she wanted to wrap her up and keep her safe.
Her tears finally dried, but she didn’t want to pull away. She’d found many other people to fuck and hurt her in the intervening years, but no one who’d held her so tenderly. She hadn’t even quite realized how much she needed it.
Angel tugged at her bra strap and she made a noise of agreement. If Angel wanted her naked, she would be naked. She was proud of her rounded breasts and the gentle swell of her hips. She knew that she wouldn’t have to explain away the small scars or talk through any of her decisions, because Angel already understood.
Angel slipped off her shirt, watching her with searching, hungry eyes. She thought that Angel would touch her, then, but instead Angel just pulled her back down to her own soft chest.
Nina’s nipples rubbed against Angel’s soft shirt, and she hid a moan. There was something undeniably sexy about being naked and revealed while Angel stayed clothed.
Angel must have noticed, though, because those hands that had been touching her so gently now became seductive and demanding.
Nina whimpered into Angel’s neck. Just the spanking would have been enough. More than enough. But if Angel wanted more, she wanted to give it to her.
She dipped her hands around Angel’s back where it pressed against the pillows. She wouldn’t do anything more without an explicit instruction, but she wanted to be close.
Angel unzipped the back of her skirt and massaged her heated cheeks. Her skin felt tight and hot, even more sore and sensitive than it had when she’d gotten the spankings. She squirmed away, inadvertently rubbing her clit against Angel’s belly. Angel squeezed a little harder, sending flashes of throbbing desire back through her.
She pushed back into Angel’s hand, but by the
n Angel was stroking between her cheeks, teasing at her hole. She tried not to push back, knowing that it was her role as Angel’s plaything to keep still. It was terrible waiting, but thrilling at the same time.
Angel gripped her shoulders, then pushed her back so that they could see each other. She was so stern and commanding. Regal, even. The collar of her dress was bunched from where Nina had lain, but that only added to her allure. She was perfectly put together, but allowed Nina to touch her anyway.
Nina looked up to meet her eyes and found Angel watching her. No, more than that. Analyzing. Memorizing. Nina had always been on display for her like this, uncomfortable under her scrutiny but turned on by it anyway.
What she didn’t expect was for Angel to say that she was beautiful. Angel had never complimented her before, even if the dirty names she called her were sometimes spoken with affection.
Now, though, Angel looked at her with those fierce dark eyes, all anger and passion, and said she was her gorgeous little slut. She demanded that Nina acknowledge it, too.
Nina had always been Angel’s slut, and it sent thrilling waves of shame and need through her, a squirming desire deep in her belly. When Angel said that, it was like some dark part of herself could break free and do every filthy, dirty thing she imagined under Angel’s devouring gaze.
While she didn’t see herself as gorgeous, at best merely average and somewhat pretty, she couldn’t deny that Angel saw her that way. It was a heady feeling, knowing that she was beautiful to the person who she had always idolized, and who had undergone her own exquisite transformation.
But it was that first word, my, that stuck with her. Angel had called her that before, and it had seemed like a game. The way she said it now sounded like she meant it.
She’d never been pretty girl before. She’d never been baby. Maybe it was because they could see each other as women now, but it didn’t seem like that was the reason. Angel was still as commanding as ever, but something in her had softened and opened up.
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