Whirlwind

by Reese Morrison

  “I’m your…” Nina echoed. God, she wanted that to be true, or at least the fantasy of it. She wanted to rock her stinging ass cheeks against Angel’s dress, her scalp aching from that wide hand in her hair, for as long as she could have it.

  Nina looked away, not quite ready to say it. But then she wanted to see Angel’s face. She needed to make sure it was true. “I’m your gorgeous little slut.”

  Angel’s grin was wicked, and Nina loved knowing that she’d pleased her. “That’s right. And I know what sexy little sluts like you need, don’t I?”

  Nina wasn’t sure how Angel could be so bold and commanding, so absolutely in control of the situation, while Nina was crying and aching and absolutely losing her mind. That only made it hotter, though.

  She loved feeling weak and helpless, her arms dangling at her side while Angel pulled her head back further. She had complete confidence that anything Angel chose to do with her would be exactly what she needed. “Yes. Whatever you want.”

  Angel gave an appreciative hum. She loosened her grip on Nina’s hair, and then stroked through it. Nina leaned into her hand.

  “You’re lucky that no one down the hall heard you, the way you were screaming,” Angel chided.

  So they were still doing the role play. “I’m sorry,” Nina said again. She knew no one could really hear her, but that gut-churning fear of being caught added to the excitement. She knew she hadn’t done a good job of keeping quiet, that was always part of the game, too. Angel would tell her to be quiet, then pinch and slap and tease her until she was helpless to suppress the whimpers and moans.

  “Maybe you need something in your mouth to keep you quiet.”

  Nina nodded. She didn’t want to assume anything, but Angel had mentioned her cock earlier, and the idea made her mouth water.

  “On your knees, baby.”

  Nina slid down without another word. Her floor was carpeted, but she knew that her knees would hurt in a few minutes and probably ache by the time she stood up. Her ass already burned where it rested against her heels, reminding her constantly of how Angel had punished her and taken care of her. This was exactly where she wanted to be.

  She bent her head down demurely and… damn. Those shoes. They were shiny black leather with big gold rings that brought all sorts of kinky images to mind. And Nina always lost it for straps that rested just above the ankle. At the rounded tip, they gave just a tantalizing peek of Angel’s first three toes.

  She glanced up, just a bit, wanting to get the whole picture of those long, smooth legs and the slinky skirt that fell between them. Her eyes were drawn back down, though.

  Would it be too much to lean down and kiss her toes? They hadn’t done anything like that before. She had—maybe—known how sexy she found feet back then but she would never have acted on it. And tonight, she didn’t want to ask for anything more.

  Having Angel back, the role play, the spanking… It was already better than anything she could have dreamed. She loved how Angel had stepped in and directed the scene, and she didn’t want to disrupt any of it.

  But maybe if she could have just one little taste…

  “May I?” she asked. She’d kissed Angel’s feet once before, but it had been a confusing jumble of embarrassment and a need to obey that she didn’t yet understand.

  Her perspective had changed now. But Angel’s might have, too. A lot of transwomen were sensitive about their foot size.

  “Go ahead.” Angel waved magnanimously.

  Nina clasped her hands behind her back and bent low. She pressed her lips quickly over the arch of one foot, breathing in the smells of leather and lotion and a touch of lean sweat. She let herself linger just a moment longer over the toes of the other, suppressing a moan.

  She looked up, hoping that she hadn’t overstepped. Angel’s eyes blazed, promising dark, wonderful things.

  “You like kneeling for me, don’t you.” It wasn’t so much a question as a reminder of what they were doing and why she had chosen it.

  “I love it,” Nina breathed. She met Angel’s eyes, wanted to communicate her consent and desire in every possible way. She looked down again quickly, not sure if eye contact was what Angel wanted. And fuck, those shoes again, right in front of her. With her eyes cast down, she could look her fill.

  Angel lifted one foot and set it on Nina’s thigh. The sharp edge of the thick heel cut into Nina’s skin, just below the edge of her skirt. She drew in a sharp breath and looked up again. Did Angel know what she was doing to her?

  “Hmmm…” Angel made a sound of amused curiosity. She grabbed Nina’s chin, preventing her from looking away. Angel seemed to be studying her, almost clinically. This was a look that Nina remembered well, like Angel was trying to take her apart and figure out how she worked. It sent a shivery feeling down her spine. Angel pressed a little harder with her heel, almost like she was doing an experiment.

  Nina whimpered. There was something glorious in the debasement, of being even lower than Angel’s feet. And that flash of pain where the heel dug into her skin sent sparks racing through her body. Nina wondered if she should just say something. Even as a submissive, she was an adult and could just ask for what she wanted.

  Before she could form the words, though, Angel’s toes drifted down her thigh and nudged up under her skirt. Their eyes were locked together, so that Angel could measure every response. Nina panted, feeling shivery as Angel’s dangerous, dirty shoe slid toward her hidden, tender places. She wanted to be corrupted in the worst possible way.

  “Is it the shoes or my feet?” Angel asked, still gripping her chin.

  “Both,” she admitted. “But, um, I won’t focus on them if it bothers you.” There was a good chance it would, either because of gender dysphoria or a more simple aversion to thinking of feet sexually. She didn’t want to get her hopes up.

  Angel nudged up a little higher and Nina spread her knees to allow it. Another inch and she’d touch her panties.

  “Explain.”

  Nina knew she was blushing. What must she look like, kneeling on the floor, breasts exposed with Angel’s foot nudging up under her skirt? Embarrassment and desire twisted in her gut. And now she was supposed to explain it. “I…” She took a deep shuddering breath as the hard sole ghosted across her clit. If Angel kept doing that, she wouldn’t be able to think.

  Angel drew back, her gaze stern. The words came tumbling out. “I have a foot fetish. And, um, some shoes enhance it. So when they’re both together, it’s, um, really good. Mostly the feet, but, uh, your heels...” That was as far she could get.

  Angel’s eyes sparkled like a midnight sky. She released Nina’s chin, but commanded her to keep looking at her.

  Then, she used the side of her toe to trace down Nina’s thighs, toward her knees, and then back up over the top. The heel caught in Nina’s skirt, pulling it up and making her feel exposed and dirty.

  Well, apparently that was her answer. Even if Angel was just doing this for her, at least she wasn’t bothered by it.

  Angel kept going, gliding over Nina’s belly and up her arm.

  Nina’s heart raced, and she heard her own breath, heavy in her ears. The sole was slightly rough with small rubber treads, just a bit abrasive and dangerous over her skin. As Angel’s foot rose, it lifted her own skirt, offering a tantalizing glimpse of what looked like silky red panties beneath.

  Angel’s foot came to rest on her shoulder, the heel digging into the hollow just above her collar bone. God, it was fucking good. She’d played with other people’s feet before, but Angel got that degree of dominance, possession, and teasing just right.

  “Kiss it,” Angel said quietly.

  Nina did, starting at the dark, gleaming skin across the bridge of her foot with the press of her lips. She could just reach Angel’s ankle, and she tongued over it, moaning. Her nose rested against the leather strap, and she breathed in the scent.

  “Look at me,” Angel commanded again.

  Oh, God, she wasn’t d
one tasting. But there was something heady about being forced to stop, too. She complied.

  Angel ran the ball of her shoe down her chest, pausing just above her boob. Nina sucked in a breath, then stilled, hardly daring to move. She wanted to cover herself, but also to be revealed for Angel’s hungry gaze. She kept her hands knotted behind her back.

  Angel teased her foot lower. There was something so deliciously depraved about having the bottom of her shoe on such a tender, sexual part of her anatomy. Nina put all of her pleading into her eyes, hoping that Angel wouldn’t stop.

  Angel slid a little lower. The rounded tip of the sole grazed Nina’s nipple. It was like electricity shooting through her body. Such a little touch, but it left her shaking.

  Then Angel pressed hard and twisted. It hurt. Fuck, it hurt. But in such a glorious way, taking over all of her senses. She felt owned and small and dirty, just a thing to suffer and moan and come for Angel’s pleasure.

  And she could come like this. She knew it. Not yet, but if Angel continued that magnificent, painful twisting… Angel changed the direction, rubbing harshly upward against the delicate nub.

  Nina was crying and shaking. She wanted to hide, but she had to keep her eyes up. Angel was breathing heavily and her pupils were dilated against her dark irises. She looked like she wanted to eat Nina up, and Nina loved seeing how she’d managed to disrupt that perpetual control.

  Angel slowly eased the pressure, then dropped her foot so that she could lean forward and cup Nina’s breast with her hand. She ran her thumb over the abused flesh and Nina pushed into her gentle hand. There was something almost magical about having Angel touch her there, affirming her desire for her as a woman.

  “How are you doing, sweet girl?” Angel’s kind words and gentle touches after the vicious treatment turned her inside out.

  “Good. Um, really good.” Angel was so good at saying dirty, sexy things but it was all Nina could do to just answer the question. It had always been that way between the two of them, with Nina sputtering out answers.

  “Tell me about your body. Is there anywhere I shouldn’t touch?”

  Nina shook her head. There were places she hadn’t been comfortable with before, but they were gone now, healed and transformed.

  “Good girl. Use your safeword if you need to.” Angel smirked. “Or if your mouth is full, you can tap twice.”

  Nina groaned. That implied all sorts of dirty things.

  She watched, mesmerized, as Angel slowly pulled up her skirt to reveal a pair of silky red panties, cupping a noticeable bulge. She desperately wanted to touch, but she knew she had to wait.

  For a moment, Nina was back in high school, reliving the first time that Angel had pulled down her uniform pants and revealed a hard cock covered in lace. Nina hadn’t known which part she was most enchanted by, even as every muscle in her body tensed in fear at how wrong it had seemed at the time and how much she wanted it anyway.

  Fortunately, Angel hadn’t hesitated, pulling Nina’s face right up to that forbidden, tempting place of soft skin and scratchy fabric, demanding that she lick it. She’d been helpless to do anything but comply. She’d been awed that she was lucky enough to be the one whose mouth Angel chose to thrust her hard cock into, even when she choked and sputtered.

  Everything was different now, but the command was the same. Angel pulled Nina’s head forward with a single word. “Lick.”

  Nina happily complied. The bulge beneath the silky fabric was delicate and soft where it nestled between Angel’s legs. She still felt the same sense of awe that she was the one lucky enough to touch it. Her tongue stuck to the fabric, and she nuzzled with her cheeks and nose as much as her lips.

  She was rewarded by a quiet moan, and she renewed her efforts.

  Angel shoved down the panties, revealing her flaccid, perfect cock with a shiny, round tip. It was darker than the rest of her skin, almost midnight black, and surrounded by a patch of neatly trimmed curly hair. Nina continued slurping, pulling the warm, dangling flesh into her mouth. Even without an erection, it was still a heavy mouthful, stretching her jaw when she managed to pull all of it inside. She felt tender toward this deceptively gentle part of Angel’s body.

  She knew that all it would take for Angel to fuck her hard with it was Viagra and a cock ring, but for tonight Angel had plenty of other ways to show her dominance.

  She teased around the cockhead, then burrowed lower to lick the fragile, wrinkled skin of her slack scrotum. She noticed absently that there were no hard testes inside, that Angel must have had an orchiectomy at some point. But her concern now was the way that she could get Angel to gasp and moan when she tongued the sensitive skin.

  It felt delicate and feminine, like digging into the folds of Angel’s cunt. That was how it felt in Nina’s mind, at least, and she wondered if Angel saw her body the same way.

  “Good girl,” Angel murmured, stroking her hair.

  The praise made Nina glow inside, and she licked back up to the rounded head and sucked it into her mouth. Whether it was Angel’s cock or clit wasn’t important as long as she got to taste it. Maybe it was both, depending on the situation.

  Angel twisted her fingers more tightly into Nina’s hair, forcing her forward until she had all of it inside and there was nowhere for her to go. “You’re so hungry for it, aren’t you? Such a dirty girl.”

  Nina nodded, feeling the burn as her hair was pulled tighter. She felt sexy and defiled on her knees, struggling to breathe and swallow without an accidental scrape of her teeth. She still tried to trace that soft flesh with her tongue, even with little space to move.

  Angel continued the litany of vulgar praise. “Such a little slut for it, aren’t you? You just need your mouth stuffed full. That’s how you’re meant to be used, isn’t it?”

  Nina sucked harder. It was liberating, giving herself over to Angel’s will, hollowing herself out to be a vessel for Angel’s desires.

  Then Angel’s foot slid up under her skirt again, the metal ring scraping along her thigh. She dug in with the toe, making a long swipe over Nina’s clit and down to the waiting folds below. The rough sole caught on Nina’s panties.

  Nina cried out, the sound muffled in her over-filled mouth, and arched up toward that perfect pressure.

  “That’s right, little slut.” Angel said lazily, as though she didn’t have Nina’s nerves stretched tightly enough to snap. “Fuck yourself on my foot. Let me see you come.”

  Oh, God. Nina was truly going to die. It was too good. Too obscene and perfect. She raised up on her knees a bit, chasing the edge of where Angel’s toes met the hard sole and rubbing her clit against it.

  “Such a filthy little girl.” More words flowed from Angel’s mouth, driving her passion higher. “You can’t help yourself, can you? Getting yourself off on the bottom of my shoe with your mouth stuffed full of cock?”

  Nina panted and moaned, every muscle vibrating and her skin aflame. She didn’t always come when she had sex, but this time, oh, this time she was already so close…

  “Such a dirty little whore.”

  Nina suckled harder, thrusting against that rough surface. She wished her panties weren’t in the way, but that also made it better, this desperate race to come while she jerked herself against this rough, dirty part of Angel’s body.

  Nina tried to draw in a deep breath, but she could only take little sips of air through her nose. It was making her lightheaded and it mixed in the building euphoria.

  Then Angel moaned, the first little sign that her control was slipping. Nina wanted to hear more of that.

  She shuddered against Angel’s foot, but drew all of her attention to lapping and suckling at the fullness in her mouth. The only thing that she had to worry about was pleasing Angel, and she knew that she was doing a good job.

  “That’s right, gorgeous. So good.” Angel held her even tighter against her front, making her mahogany skin go out of focus. Nina closed her eyes.

  She pulled her tongue back s
omehow, circling the head without pulling the rest from her mouth. Angel moaned and thrust against her, the fingernails on her other hand driving into Nina’s shoulder. Angel’s crude whispers washed over her, driving her arousal even as she lost herself to suckling and pleasing her Domme.

  It was too heady, too wickedly perfect, and Nina felt herself nearing the edge. She was so close, making frantic whimpering sounds at each thrust forward.

  “That’s right, come for me,” Angel commanded.

  Nina tumbled over, thrusting helplessly against that hard ridge. Her body felt like it was drifting, tethered only by those three glorious points where Angel touched her, pain and pleasure mingling together and sweeping through her body like a tidal wave.

  She was still shuddering when Angel withdrew her foot and wrapped her long legs around her torso. Nina rested against Angel’s thigh, still suckling softly. She’d heard Angel cry out and felt her shake, but wasn’t sure if she had come.

  Angel sighed in contentment, though, her breaths slowing, so Nina hoped she’d made her feel good. She nuzzled in closer, scenting perfume and cocoa butter and Angel’s unique scent. She wasn’t sucking now, just holding Angel inside her.

  Angel stroked her head, making Nina feel floaty and safe, all wrapped up tight.

  Eventually, Angel pulled her back and Nina let the soft skin fall from her mouth with a plop. Nina hoped they weren’t done. She was still feeling needy and clingy, the aftershocks of her orgasm still rippling through her.

  “Come up here,” Angel urged her. “You’re too far away.”

  Oh, that was exactly what she wanted. Even an inch felt like it was too far away.

  Nina let Angel pull her to her feet, and then arrange both of them on the bed. Nina wasn’t quite sleepy, but she was relaxed and Angel’s arms were so warm.

  This moment was what they’d been missing all those years ago. And now that she had it, she wasn’t sure if she could give it up.