Might as well go home, love.
Or let me take you somewhere better.
My mental telepathy worked. Or my scowls at all of her choices of men did, because she pushed the beer away and stood. Good. She was ready to go.
To where, we’d see.
Three steps across the room and she stopped short, staring.
Damn it. Where had those two guys come from? They made their way through the crowd and Angel’s eyes followed them.
A burn, exactly the same feeling as when I’d been shot, only from the inside, bloomed across my chest.
I’d lost her.
She was never mine, but now, she was going to be someone else’s.
I couldn’t let that happen.
If I didn’t, I wasn’t any better than her father and Marc. They’d done everything they could to control her life.
She deserved a chance to find out who she was on her own.
I should walk away.
I couldn’t.
She was mine.
But, she’d never be mine if I didn’t let her find her own way in the world first.
It was going to kill me.
She was already laughing, and she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, shyly flirting with them. These two gigolos couldn’t believe their luck.
I watched her with them. Two minutes in the company of men who wanted to fuck her, and her adorkable confidence was already soaring.
There was nothing hotter than a woman who knew what she wanted.
Could I be man enough to give it to her?
If I wanted to stay in her life, I had to.
Okay. New plan.
I could do this. I could share Angel. Even the thought of if it made my insides feel like a swamp in the desert.
Different mindset. Make it work.
Angel was mine.
Which meant… I was her Dom. I had no doubt she would be a beautiful submissive. My submissive.
I didn’t play green subs. They had to have experience if they wanted to be handled by me.
Just like that last girl I’d played back at the Asylum hadn’t been ready for the likes of me, neither would Angel be.
This was like any other training. She would be learning her limits. I’d be there to push them, because while I might be sharing her for the time being, she was still under my protection.
I absolutely would be in control of this situation, this training.
I grabbed a bottle of water from the waitress and made my way over to the table. If Angel was going to play, she was also going to learn about being safe, sane, and consensual. That meant no more alcohol.
“Hey, Angel. Who are your new friends?” I set the bottle of water in front of her, swung a chair around to the table, plopped down into it, and slung my arm around her shoulders.
She tensed right up.
“Go away,” She whispered between her teeth and smiled at the men who would begin her training.
“Hey, man, we didn’t know she was here with someone.” The taller man raised his hands and sat back in his chair. The other one pushed away from the table.
“She is.” My grip on her shoulder tightened. Here goes. “But that doesn’t mean she can’t have some fun.”
The two men glanced at each other. Angel pushed away from me and out from under my arm.
The shorter guy shook his head. “If you two are doing some sort of revenge sex fight game, we do not want to get in the middle of that.”
Angel held up her hands. “No, no. It’s nothing like that. I swear.”
This should be interesting to see how she handled this situation.
“What’s it like then?” he asked.
I grabbed the beer in front of me and took a swig, acting casual, so Angel wouldn’t realize there was a volatile fire sparking right in front of her. I rubbed her arm, petting her. “Angel here wants to sow her wild oats.”
The tall man frowned and narrowed his eyes. “And you’re just going to let her?”
Like it was the most commonplace thing in the world, I said, “I’m going to watch.”
Chapter Six
Take Charge or Lose Her
These two guys, Hawk and Ian, weren’t stupid. They were definitely in the lifestyle and I’d check with Jackass later to see if they were members of The Asylum.
If they weren’t, I’d make them a deal they couldn’t refuse to walk away from Angel after tonight.
They smartly assessed the situation and agreed to my terms for a night with Angel between them.
My loft at Cruz towers. I maintained total control.
Gut instinct told me Ian was a switch, but it rankled Hawk to let someone else be in charge. He would though, if he wanted to play.
And he wanted to. He couldn’t take his eyes off Angelina.
We walked outside to the waiting limo. She waved Ian and Hawk into the car ahead of us. Before she could follow, I grabbed her elbow and held her back from the open door. “Are you sure you want to do this, Angel?”
God how I wanted her to say no.
She needed to say yes.
I knew she did.
“You know I do. If I can’t get back at Marc by sleeping with the help, then why not two men who will do everything to me he wouldn’t?”
I was the help, and I wouldn’t sleep with her.
She was going to make me regret that for a long time. It was the right choice.
I stepped closer, right in her personal space, looked down at her, scanning her face. She did her best to hold her ground. This was the new and improved Angel. The one who didn’t cower in the face of imposing men. Already changing before my eyes.
It was time for her to learn who was in charge now. I narrowed of his eyes and clenched my jaw to keep from telling her to get down on her knees right here and right now for me.
She’d be following my commands soon enough.
We climbed into the limo and I took up a position across from her, making sure she knew I was watching every move.
She was no skilled courtesan, which these men figured out when she interpreted getting to know each other into fucking her.
With a stern look from me, Hawk slowed her down.
“How are you at sucking cock, doll?”
Angel glanced at me and I was very careful to display no reaction. She didn’t like that.
She didn’t respond to me, but gave her lovers for the night some back talk.
Lesson one. I don’t lose my control.
“On your knees, Angel.” My voice, dark and smoky, pushed at her submission. I commanded the space now.
Indecision warred on her face. She didn’t yet know if I was in her head, if I knew she was having some trepidation over showing these men her body and her submission.
I wanted to see her there.
“You’re a naughty thing. I can’t decide if your boyfriend there likes it or not.” Hawk nodded to me. “But I don’t, so get your mouth over here and start sucking my cock.” He grabbed her head and pulled it to him.
The blood rushed through my body, and it took every fucking bit of training and willpower I had not to catapult myself across the limo and kill the son of bitch as he pushed his cock past her lips and all the way to the back of her mouth.
She gagged, and he held her there, thrusting deeper until she couldn’t breathe. The car hit a bump in the road shoving him into her throat.
“Fuck, yeah. Take it deep, swallow me.”
She wrenched my head back and gasped for air.
Hawk’s hands didn’t leave her head. “You like it a little rough, don’t you, doll?”
Angel’s nod soothed the beast in me that wanted to kill these men.
She was turned on. If I got my own head out of my ass I could see that.
She was gulping in breath and wiping at her mouth. I’d bet every penny I’d earned in the past three years that she was already wet.
Hawk indicated to Ian, who unbuckled his pants. “Suck him and use your tongue like you were on me
. I want you to blow his mind.”
It’s exactly what I would have said if I wasn’t dumbstruck by wanting her mouth on my own cock.
“Hang on a second.” Angel grabbed her bag, pulled out my phone and flicked the screen to video. “Would you mind filming this?”
She handed the phone to me.
Fucking hell. Was she doing this to torture me?
No. She had no idea my control was shattering.
“You are a dirty girl. What are you going to do with such an incriminating item?” Ian asked.
Two men, on a tape, delivered to Marc? Ultimate payback.
“Revenge.”
“I knew it,” Ian said, his voice hinting that the idea turned him on. “Who are we getting revenge on?”
“Nobody important.”
Not anymore.
The guys exchanged a look that said they thought we were crazy and decided they didn’t care as long as they were getting laid.
What dude wouldn’t when they had a sexy, curvy woman like Angelina between them?
Look what I was willing to endure for her.
“Gray? Will you film us for me?”
Now or never. I either took the phone and made this scene memorable for her or I kicked these dudes out of the car and fucked her myself.
I leaned forward in the seat, coming out of the darkness.
“You can watch like you love to do and film us. That way we can use it again later.” She acted the role I’d invented at the bar, hoping I wouldn’t back out now.
Her face begged me to play along.
I took the fucking phone, pointed it at her, and spoke to the guys.
Lesson two. I was in charge. Always.
“Take it up a notch. Get her good and ready for when we get to my place. But don’t penetrate anything else besides her mouth until we’re there. I want her worked up and ready to beg for it.”
Arms wrapped around her and the men did everything I wanted to do to her.
Angel groaned and peered over at me. “Are you getting this?”
Could she see how much I cared that they had their hands all over her? I wasn’t immune to it all.
“Are you getting off on it?” I kept my face hidden behind the light, and my voice flat, bland, like I didn’t care about anything more than her safety and getting the shot. Like a porno director.
Hawk knelt on the floor of the car next to her and lowered his head to her breast. He sucked her flesh into his mouth, working her fast and hard. Ian played with the other breast pulling and tugging, tightening her skin into a hard peak.
They were just getting started and I didn’t know how much more I could take.
“Mmm-hmm.” She finally answered my question with a moan.
“Then don’t worry about it. We’ll get your dirty sex tape made and then some.”
Hawk grabbed her breasts, pushing them together. “Christ, yes. But you’re not getting out of your part, Ian. Push that skirt up and her panties down. You were instructed to get her ready to beg. Finger her while I fuck her tits.”
The steel in my voice broke through my hazy excitement. “Leave the panties on. She’ll be sensitive enough through them.”
The guys paused for half a breath. The power of my command hung in the air. Ian answered. “Yes, sir.”
A shiver rolled over Angel’s entire body. Yes, she wanted to be fingered. Yes, she wanted to lick that big dick before it slid across her cleavage. But those weren’t the cause of her sudden quivers. It was the domination in my voice and the immediate submission in Ian’s.
She loved it.
Finally, something I could give her.
This time my authority was directed at her. “And you, Angel. Don’t even think about coming. You come when I say you can. Do you understand?”
She whimpered, and took several breaths and gulps, trying to stave back the orgasm that was so close.
Her submission was beautiful.
When we were on our own, I’d make her say it out loud. I’d make her tell me she wasn’t allowed to come, say it over and over.
Until she was begging me to make her.
“Straddle me, babe. Put those big titties right in my face.”
Angel froze, and an old insecurity surfaced. I’d seen it a million times with her. She was worried about her body and her weight.
The light from the phone flicked off. I figured it would help her get through this moment if I wasn’t filming it.
I leaned in close, pushing Hawk and Ian back. “Don’t think. If you start thinking, you’ll get way too far into that head of yours. Just feel. Experience.”
She blinked and breathed in, doing her best to follow that order too.
The guys knew what they were doing and didn’t give her long enough to reconsider before they started using her like some human sex toy to increase the fun and pleasure of a blow job. Angelina moaned and whimpered and was definitely turned on by it.
They fucked her body without being inside of her, using her tits and her cleft.
I wanted me close to coming, wanting me ready to beg. Fuck me, she was there.
“Yes, please. Please.”
The car came to a screeching stop, just as I had texted the driver to do when he got to Cruz Towers. Couldn’t have been better timing.
Nobody was coming tonight without my say so.
The three of them tumbled into the seats and each other. Face down in the carpet was no place for a good time. Now, vice versa was another story.
“What the fuck, man?” Hawk shouted toward the front seat.
I shoved her phone into my pocket and said, “We’re here.”
I looked Angel in the face, needing a minute alone with her, barely trusting myself to have it.
Hawk lifted her off of Ian and moved her to the seat. I heard them clear their throats, and then they get out of the car.
Angel and I couldn’t move or look away from each other.
When they were gone and it was only the two of us, then I let my gaze roam, and plunder her body. She was naked from her stomach up and her skirt bunched around her waist. She was so damn tempting.
“You’re fucking gorgeous like this, on edge and shameless.”
I was well beyond turned on by her and at the edge of my control.
I needed her.
Now.
Chapter Seven
Get it Together
If I took Angelina now, I could have her for only that one moment in time.
She would submit to me. I knew she would. But, just this once. Just this time. Because tonight was about her learning about pleasure for the first time.
It would set her on a path into my dark world.
I could either have her now at the beginning and she would quickly outgrow me, or I could have her when she came into her own, became the women she was meant to be, a confident, sexual being who would have me bowing at her feet.
Both choices scared the shit out of me.
What if she wouldn’t have me? She’d already rejected me once tonight.
No. I wasn’t going to lose her for good for a moment of divine pleasure with her.
She would know I wanted her.
“I hated every second of those two having their hands on you, and I thought I would destroy the damn car when that tall bastard wanted to come on your face.”
I enjoyed every second of staring at her. I hated that enjoyment.
I wanted her. But I didn’t want to want her. Not like this.
Not until she could want me back.
“I’ll give you a minute to put yourself back together. If you’d like something else to wear once we’re up there, I can arrange for that. But you can also go naked.” He clenched my jaw. “It’s your choice.”
I was her choice. Yes or no, pretty Angel. Will you have me now or later?
I couldn’t bring myself to let her have that power yet.
She scowled at me. “Hurt much to say that?”
I could take anything but her lashes at
me.
That’s what broke my control.
“Damn it. Don’t fucking push me away like one of your country club dickheads. I know what I’m doing here. You need this,” he pointed out the car door toward the guys and the front of his building, “more than my need to protect you or fuck you. So, pull yourself together and go in there and get your brains screwed out.”
She pulled back, shocked that I’d yelled at her.
“You don’t really want me to do this, do you?”
I’d gone along with the idea to go to that bar, and I’d agreed to make the sexy tape for her. I’d hated every one of her requests all night, tried my best to get in the way.
Because I had feelings for her.
She wasn’t some piece of ass. She wasn’t another sub for me to fuck.
I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. “What I want doesn’t matter right now. You need this. You’ve never gotten a chance to be you, now you can find out who you are and what you like. If this is what you like, well…”
Those were the first honest words to come out of my mouth all night.
She raised her face so I could see every expression, every sincerity written there. She wanted the truth from me.
“Why can’t I do that with you?”
God, how I wanted that.
But, at what cost.
I was a fucking coward.
I took her face in my hands and brushed my lips across her for the first time. It was nothing like any kiss I’d ever experienced.
The taste of warmth and compassion, love and lust seeped into my mouth. I needed this woman. The realization was like when you were looking for something that was right in front of you.
I needed and wanted Angel on a level way beyond friendship, Domination and submission, and even beyond sex. She saw me when no one else did.
I stared down at her, searching my eyes. Neither of us were ready for where this relationship would take us. So, I’d be the asshole one more time. I’d break this tenuous thread of vulnerability between us. Because if I didn’t, she wouldn’t get out of this car and she wouldn’t go upstairs with anyone but me.
She needed to become her own woman.
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