Angel (Club Nymph Book 2)

by Abby Gale

  “He put me back into that room,” I answered her, shaking with the cold I felt remembering that room.

  “For how long?”

  “Days… I think a week. I don’t remember.” I shrugged. I didn’t think this was important and I didn’t want to think of that room.

  “Why did he let you out of that room, Angel?”CC asked, looking at me over her glasses. Her pencil was in her hands again. She was twirling that between her fingers with the same gesture I grown used to.

  A smile made its way to my face as I answer her proudly, “Because I became his.”

  Her eyes studied me. I felt like a guinea pig whenever she did that, but I held my ground, lifting my chin up.

  She sighed and placed her pencil on her desk. Lacing her fingers in front of her she asked, “You preferred to live with him, preferred him to hurt you than staying in that room?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why, Angel? Why was that room that bad?”

  “Because that room is everything I didn’t want to be. I can’t be human in that room; I can’t go to bathroom, I can’t eat without his permission. No interaction, no freedom no anything,” I kept mumbling. I think it was the longest answer I gave her.

  “Have you never felt relieved that you can be away from him?”

  “I should have, right?” I snorted.

  “There is no should or shouldn’t in here, Angel. I’m just curious about your thoughts, your reaction,” CC told me with a professional smile.

  I stood up from my chair, walking toward the window. My back was to her, but I could feel her piercing blue eyes on me.

  “Don’t worry about the rights or wrongs, Angel. Only you are important and only your thoughts matter,” she told me with her calm voice.

  “Well, then… no, I have never felt that way. I always missed him, I always wanted him…and when I got him I only wanted more.”

  April 2, 2014–MIKE

  I whistled a tune as I passed her room. She’d been in that room, tied to the bed, for five days and every day I came into the room for her breakfast and dinner she was crying, asking for my forgiveness. She was so close to how I wanted her to be.

  “Mike, please… I’m sorry. Please don’t let me stay here longer. Please, Mike. I missed you.” She was screaming the same things over and over again.

  I chuckled to myself.

  She thought I was angry at her. She had no idea she walked right into my trap, that she was just where I wanted her to be, that doing just what I expect her to do.

  Had she really thought I would leave that file on my desk where she could easily find and read? Had she really thought I would leave my office door unlocked so she could freely snoop?

  I wanted her to see that file. I wanted her to read it and see what I could do to her.

  It was my way of introducing the monster to her.

  I wanted her to see my darkness and face it.

  Because I wanted her whole existence with the sweet surrender. Because I wanted to be her love, her devotion, her addiction, her secret, and her drug.

  And you can’t truly love someone before accepting their darkness.

  And you can’t wholly surrender yourself to someone before facing with their demons.

  Angel did all those things.

  She saw my darkness and accepted it, wanted it even.

  She faced my demons and learned to love them.

  Angel surrendered herself to me with her heart on her sleeve… and with that she became truly mine.

  April 4, 2014–MIKE: Becoming His

  A pain shot through my insides. I hated this time of the month. My period cramps were tough a few times in the year, and this was one of those unlucky times. Mike took care of me the first two days. I didn’t even get shy on him anymore, but he refused to let me go or untie me. Thankfully my period lasts only three days and this was the last day. I couldn’t take more than three days of these painful times.

  I heard the noise of the key and sighed in relief. Feeling the west sponge on my skin as he cleaned me was the best time of my captive in this room.

  The look on his face was softer when he came into the room than the other days. I checked him out, let my eyes roam over his body. Having his body every day was something I grown used to and something I grown loved to during the time I was with him. And spending a week without his touch, his thrust, his kiss, and his bites I craved him.

  I licked my lips when I saw his hungry gaze and the growing bulge in front of his jeans.

  “Let’s clean you up,” he told me. His voice was softer, too.

  He sat next to me on the bed and leaned down to untie the ropes around my wrists. He had never untied me since he put me in this room I couldn’t help feeling hopeful. He brought his hands to my wrists and rubbed them gently before moving them to my shoulders. I moaned with the sweet sensation of his hands on my skin.

  “Feels good?” he asked. His voice was amused.

  “Yes. Thank you, Mike,” I whispered, sitting up so I could get closer to him. His eyes fell to my breasts and his hands became rougher on my skin with the hunger I knew so well. I welcomed it; actually I craved that hunger and moaned again with need.

  I leaned into his touch and whispered, “I’m sorry, Mike.”

  “I know you are, Angel,” he smiled.

  “I missed you,” I breathed out.

  These passing seven days I buried the part that tried to hate Mike. Hate wouldn’t make anything easy for me. Instead I chose to accept his darkness, welcome his demons, and enjoy with his cruel love.

  “Did you now?” he asked, leaning into me enough to graze my lips with his.

  “Make me yours,” I moaned as seductive as I could. He was talkative and easy-going today I wanted to use it on my advantage to get out of this room.

  He put an arm length between us, looking at me expectantly. The excitement shone in his green orbs and I couldn’t help but smile.

  “You said you wanted me to be yours. Make me,” I told him, running my hand on his hard chest.

  “How do you want me to make you mine?” he asked. I would have answer differently if it wasn’t the challenging tone in his voice. I knew this was a test to show him I could be what he wanted.

  “However you want to… however you see fit.”

  He didn’t give me an answer except a smile with cruel glints in his eyes. I watched him as he pulled out a small blade out of his jeans pocket, but I wasn’t afraid what he could do to me I was just relieved when he stood up to untie my legs without breaking the eye-contact.

  I didn’t move, just waited like an obedient little slave. “You surprise me, Angel,” he murmured and I waited him to continue, but he didn’t. He traced invisible lines on my leg with the tip of the blade. I gasped when the metal passed my thighs and reached my navel. My feelings were a giant mess; a part of me was afraid, but another part of me was turned on. Some part of me was disgusted, but other part was excited.

  “I want to mark you,” he pulled me back to the present from my thoughts. My body tensed without my permission as the deadly weapon circled my nipples. I sucked in a breath and tried to control my racing heart.

  “Tell me you want it.” He grazed the underside of breast just enough to pain but not enough to break the skin and leaned down to suck my nipple into his mouth, sending the sharp taste of pleasure.

  “I want it,” I murmured without hesitation even though I didn’t know what he was planning to do.

  “Do you know what I’m about to do?” he asked, straddling me as he let the knife bite my skin just under my collarbone. I grunted to the mild pain when the knife broke my skin.

  “Do you know how I want to mark you, Angel?”

  I remembered the cars in his study. I remembered how each one of them was marked. And I knew… I knew what he would do to me, how he would mark me.

  “Yes,” I choked.

  He was going to make me his possession just like the toys in his office. He was going to mark me as his for the w
hole world to see with a simple one word that would decide my destiny: MINE.

  I shut my eyes tight with the searing pain of blade on my skin.

  “Open your eyes, baby. Watch me,” he rasped above me. His voice was full of lust. Making me bleed was turning him on more than anything else he did to me. “Touch yourself.”

  “Wh-what?”

  “Touch yourself, Angel. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

  Moving my hand between my legs I stroke my folds as he continued to torture me with small cuts to create the word on my skin and I gasped with the tingling sensation seizing through my spine between the pleasure of my fingers and the pain of the blade. The room was silent except our ragged breaths and my groans of pain; it was weirdly aphrodisiac. My eyes were focused on Mike, his eyes shone bright with excitement and cruel gleam. He wasn’t rushing his small art on my body, he was taking his time, causing me to absorb the pain and turn it into pleasure with my touch on my pussy. The warm liquid was dripping from the scar he created to my nipple and no matter how strange it was the tingling sensation intensified and my nipples turned into two little pebbles; I circled my clit with more urgency. Mike panted above me and with a groan he leaned into me, sucking my blood covered nipple into his mouth and causing me to arch my back. My orgasm was just in front of me, waiting for me to jump off the cliff and I waited for that push… the push that would give me my orgasm. And that push game when Mike licked the fresh scars of four little letters below my collarbone. His moan when my blood hit his tongue and the sweet pleasure of pain were enough to make me jump off the cliff to surround myself with the euphoric pleasure.

  I laid there panting as I came down from my high. The burning throb on my fresh scar was beating with the same rhythm as my heart. Mike came into my view with a yellow sponge in his hand and he slowly cleansed the blood from the angry tissue, making me moan with the relief. His eyes were soft when I made eye-contact with him… like I gave him something precious, and I think I did.

  He didn’t say a word as he cleaned my body with utmost care. His almost loving touch did something to me, reaching a place deep inside me. We felt a connection as he marked me his. We shared something twisted and fucked-up but intense and life-changing at the same time as he tasted my blood… and I changed. I changed more than I did since the moment he took me away from my life and brought here. And I knew there was no turning back to my old self even if there used to be a sliver of change before.

  He finally spoke when he started to clean between my legs with the warm sponge, “You know there is no turning back from here.”

  That wasn’t a question it was just an agreement of my own thoughts, but I still answered, “I know.”

  “You know I’m a monster.” He chuckled, but his eyes were penetrating and singing the most dangerous song of a siren.

  I got on my knees, moving closer to him before giving my answer, “My monster.”

  That must be enough for him and with a growl he turned me so I could be on my four. I shrieked as I tried to keep my balance, but he silenced me with a smack on my ass. He pressed the warm sponge on my pussy again, sending pleasure through my spine. I could feel his fingers through the sponge and the added layer only intensified my need. I moaned for him and tried to get closer to his hardness by pushing back on him, but he stopped me.

  “Hold the sponge there, rub your pussy on it,” he growled into my ear.

  I moaned as an answer but my voice trailed off when I felt his hands parting my ass cheeks. I tensed, but didn’t say anything to protest as the cold liquid coated my puckered hole. His fingers teased my tight muscles and I pushed back onto his finger. He had never fucked me in the ass and it made perfect sense he wanted to do it now. It was the best way for him to claim me fully and the best way for me to show him I was better alive than dead, the best way to ask for forgiveness.

  “Have you done this before?” he hissed, biting my shoulder before licking and sucking the skin.

  “Yes,” I moaned with pleasure of his fingers in me.

  “I’m gonna fuck you in the ass,” he said, pulling me closer onto his fingers by wrapping his arm around my waist. “I’m gonna fuck you where others have been.” He added the third finger, stretching me for his cock. I moaned and pressed the sponge on my pussy harder, rubbing my folds through the material. “And I’m gonna fuck you till you can remember none of them but me,” he growled into my neck, pulling out his fingers to line his cock into my ass and he pushed with a grunt, “Only my cock, my cum… only me.”

  I cried out with the sudden penetration and the mild pain it caused. “Mine,” he hissed to the crook of my neck over and over again. He pulled me back with his arm across my breasts and his other hand dove between my legs and replaced the sponge with his hand.

  His hand circled my clit, sending delirious pleasure through my body. I pushed back onto his cock harder, didn’t even care the pain by his bite on my shoulder. His fingers moved toward my entrance, teasing me with the possible pleasure I could have by his fingers.

  “Mike, please…more,” I moaned, resting my head back to his shoulder so he could have free access to my neck. The pleasure was too much I needed to balance it with some pain.

  “Whose ass is this?” he shouted, pounding into me harder. I only moaned as an answer. He showed two fingers into my pussy as he hissed, “Answer me you fucking slut. Whose ass is this? Whose pussy is this?”

  I bucked both on his cock and fingers with the intense pleasure. “Yours!” I screamed.

  “Fuck yeah! Mine!”

  I was feeling full when he pushed another finger inside me as he kept his punishing rhythm in my ass. My eyes rolled back when he grazed my neck with his teeth.

  “I want to draw your blood,” he rasped.

  “Bite me. Hurt me, Mike…please,” I panted.

  The pleasure was curling my toes, causing me to dig my nails into his arm. I writhed in his hold. I screamed with the perfect burn of pain when he bit my shoulder blade enough to break the skin.

  And I came screaming his name. His fingers in my pussy didn’t slow down and another orgasm rushed through me. My mouth opened for a silent scream and I tensed with shock the moment he pushed his fingers into my mouth.

  “Suck my fingers. Suck them clean,” he hissed as I gagged around his fingers. The taste of copper and my arousal coated my taste bud. I gagged as I did what he told and he kept pounding into me, chasing his own release.

  Another round of pleasure swirled in my veins.

  “Did you like how you taste?”

  I groaned with the disgust I felt, but there was something else under the dominant feeling, something I didn’t want to name. And my pleasure grew stronger.

  “You’re a filthy slut, aren’t you, Angel?” He pounded into me, pushing me down to the mattress so he could go harder. “You loved to suck your own blood from my fingers as I fuck your ass, right my dirty girl?”

  His fingers were digging on my hips and my orgasm was about to hit me harder as he kept murmuring how filthy I was. The stars filled my vision when his cock grew thicker and his thrusts became out of control when his orgasm hit him as hard as mine.

  “Mine,” he whispers through his ragged breath, pulling me to him so our faces are inch apart.

  “Yours,” I breathed out.

  That tamed the beast inside him and he smiled. He smiled with a smile that turned him into a fucked up man with a childish soul who needed to be saved more than me.

  And I fell for that man… the fucked up man who broke me to save him.

  December 31, 2014: New Year– Anniversary

  I was sitting between his knees as he worked on his computer; he was in an extremely good mood today. He called me “my love” even.

  I touched the word that was written on my flesh. That day changed everything between us. He looked at me like I was so precious for him after that and he occasionally caressed that word with pride shone in his eyes. And each passing day I accepted him into my mind, my body, a
nd my heart more willingly till I became the one who aches for him at the end.

  I felt his hand reached for my collarbone again and he caressed my skin again before lifting my chin so I could look at him.

  “Bored?”

  “No, I like being with you when you work,” I whispered.

  Patting his knee, he said, “Come here.”

  There was no hesitance as I got up to sit on his knee, but he shook his head, “No, straddle me.” I gasped in shock. He had never let me do that, never let me take charge, and I couldn’t keep the smile off of my face.

  Pushing my hair back off my forehead, he fisted my hair, but he kept the hold loose opposite of his dominant hold. “One year, my Angel,” he whispered.

  “What?”

  “It has been one year since I first tasted you,” he told me, leaning down so he could graze his lips against mine.

  “Is it New Year today?!”

  “Yes,” he smiled. I loved his smile, every time that smile turned the monster into something vulnerable.

  My eyes watered when the realization hit me. It was one fucking year yet no one came to look for me and after awhile I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to be found; I got accustomed to this life, morphed to be happy here and I was happy even though my former life was nothing but a memory.

  “Today is special, today is your day, baby. What do you want?” he asked, taking me back to the present and I was grateful; the depth of my mind wasn’t somewhere I wanted to visit very often.

  I had one day… what did I want?

  I bit my bottom lip, trying to come up with an answer, but I was too used to be ordered around I didn’t know how to decide anything for myself.

  “Are there any options?” I asked timidly.

  He chuckled and caressed my hair like he knew what I was thinking. “First you need to decide what you want to eat. Then I will let you choose a movie so we can watch. And finally, the bed.” He smirked at me.

  I smiled at the idea of eating Dawn’s and my favorite food, I answered him, “I want meatballs and pasta.”