Fallen Angel

by Darkscribe

  She quickly scrabbled to pull her panties back on, as he eased the car into a slot outside of the restaurant she had chosen. Without a word he got out and came round to open her door.

  “I am hungry now,” he said, as he took her elbow and steered her towards the door, “lets see what the rest of our dinner has to offer?”

  She quickened her pace to keep step with him, aware that her panties were now sodden and her clit swollen and aching for more attention.

  “God help me,” she thought, “20 minutes and I’m a horny tart already!”

  The starters had arrived, been consumed, and the table cleared for main courses when DL stopped a passing waitress.

  “I would like you to ask the chef to allow us about 10 minutes before serving the next course. Can you arrange that?”

  She looked flustered, but after he had lent closer and whispered something in her ear, she flushed, said: “Of course sir, not a problem!” and scuttled off in the direction of the kitchen, with a backward glance at Nicole.

  “What did you say to that girl?” she asked, trying not to sound too curious.

  DL stood and held out his hand

  “Come… I’ll show you.”

  Confused, she allowed herself to be taken through the restaurant towards the back doors. Just before the exit, he veered off to the right, pulled her up a short flight of stairs, and into the ladies bathroom. Ignoring the shocked look on a woman’s face as they met halfway across the room, he led her into one of the cubicles, and closed the door behind him. He turned her to face him, placed his hands on her shoulders

  “Sit!”

  And she sank down onto the closed toilet. She tried to meet his eyes, but the look within scared her, so she dropped her gaze to the floor and waited. DL reached into an inside pocket and withdrew a length of cord. After making two loops he finally spoke.

  “Give me your hands.”

  She looked up at him and tentatively offered up both hands, watched as he slipped the loops around her wrists. He stepped forward pulling her arms up, reached over her head and secured her wrists to the down pipe on the cistern above her head. He then produced a ball-gag from another pocket and held her face at the cheeks.

  “Open your mouth.”

  She tried to voice her concern but the gag was pushed across her lips and quickly fastened. Her breathing was hard through her nose, her heart beating rapidly as she took stock of her position. He dropped to his knees, seized her thighs and pushed them apart, saying as he did so:

  “If you close your legs without my permission, I will do this…” and he reached up, and using his thumb and forefinger pinched her nostrils closed.

  Instant panic made her try to draw breath around the gag, and as not enough air made it through, her chest heaved again, the result making her whine through the gag and try to shake his hand loose from her nose. She felt his grip tighten and tried to scream but nothing got passed the gag. Her head was spinning with fear and panic, when she felt his fingers release her nose, and she drew the largest breath of her life in one long inhale, shuddering as she felt the precious air fill her lungs, some of the fear dissipating when she exhaled. He lifted her chin so she could look at him with tear-filled eyes.

  “Do we understand each other?” his voice was a quiet rumble again.

  She nodded madly, pleading with her eyes for him not to do it again, and involuntarily parting her thighs wider to show him she understood. He looked down and smiled.

  “Good girl!”

  He reached and pulled her knickers to one side exposing her pussy, leaned forward and began licking her exposed lips, his tongue loitering around her clit, teasing it, lashing it, making her whimper and lift her hips slightly to press against his mouth. His mouth and tongue were gentle, and very soon she could feel the familiar stirrings deep inside her, as he expertly brought her towards orgasm. She was breathing hard through her nose, mewling against the gag when he straightened, unzipped his trousers releasing what she could see was a very hard large cock, and he literally stabbed it into her in one quick push. Nicole jerked and moaned as he pressed himself in to the hilt, filling her without any thought of her insides, as he forced himself up to her cervix. She felt impaled and violated, but when his thumb found her clit, she quickly discovered she was closer to the edge than she thought as her hips betrayed her and started their tremble into orgasm. She came quickly and copiously, writhing on him as she wailed in her throat, aware he was just watching her without moving. She sank back, spent and trembling, and he slowly withdrew from her. As he reached over to undo the gag, she noticed the door to the cubicle was slightly open, and through the gap she could see the waitress leaning against the sinks watching them, one hand at her throat and the other pressed against her mound, rubbing herself through the uniform trousers. He caught the widening in her eyes and looked over his shoulder. At a gesture of his head, the waitress walked slowly up to the door and gingerly stepped into the cubicle, and made a hash of trying to lock it quietly as her fingers fumbled with the small latch. The girls’ eyes were wide with a mixture of lust and panic, fear of being caught by her employers, countered by what she had witnessed. DL placed his hand on the back of her neck and literally forced her to her knees, at the same time snarling at her:

  “Lick me clean!”

  He pushed his large wet cock against her mouth, gave her a shake at the neck, and with a small moan she opened her mouth and took him in. Nicole was amazed at how far he went into this girl, until she showed signs of discomfort and her throat heaved, at which he withdrew, then pulled her head back onto him. She felt pangs of jealousy, but watched transfixed as he roughly used the girl to finish himself off, coming with a grunt through gritted teeth. After pulling her to her feet he casually opened the door and pushed her out.

  “Ask the chef for our next course now,” he commanded, “we will be there soon.”

  The girl left the bathroom as he untied Nicole and helped her to her feet. He kissed her tenderly on the cheek, a rumbled: “Good to see you enjoyed yourself” close to her ear, and he turned and left the room, saying over his shoulder: “Don’t be long!”

  The door closed behind him.

  Nicole walked stiffly over to the sinks, and looked in the mirror. Her make-up had run slightly from her tears. So much for the claims on the advert! she mused.

  She noticed how dark her eyes were, not their usual bright blue, and then on closer inspection realised her pupils were dilated to the point of there being no colour at all. She looked at herself for a further 20 seconds then turned quickly and left to find the table and her companion…

  The rest of the meal passed in a haze for Nicole. He was witty and attentive, some of his anecdotes making her laugh out loud, her hand going to her mouth in case it annoyed him, but his eyes only showed amusement. Twice she thought she saw his mask slip, as she had during their first encounter, his eyes softening as he looked at her, but it was a fleeting thing she could never be quite sure she had really seen.

  As they walked to the car on leaving, she held back, expecting him to open the passenger door with his usual flourish, but this time he opened the rear door.

  “Make yourself comfortable my little Angel,” he smiled sweetly, “the night is yet young…”

  She slid onto the large leather seat, and had just fixed her belt when the car accelerated out of the car park and into the evening traffic. The classical music that had been playing was muted.

  “If you look closely my love, you will notice that four of the headrests have minor additions. Those are for you.”

  She turned to look at the one behind her, and noticed a wrist cuff had been attached. Upon checking she saw that both the front rests, and the extreme left and right in the rear all had these fittings. She swallowed, wondering what it meant… they were for her. He spoke again:

  “Now pretty one, take your skirt, top and shoes off.”

  This was said so matter of fact that she coughed and asked him to say that again? His repe
tition was in exactly the same tone, but she saw a flash of anger in his eyes in the rear-view mirror. As it was now dark, she didn’t feel quite as exposed when she sat there in just her bra and panties, but she still glanced nervously out of the windows when they were close to another car. She watched the scenery change through the windows, from suburbs into fields, and she was just about to enquire where they were going when the car swung off the road and onto a rough track, one that eventually brought them into a dark stand of trees. The car stopped.

  Without a word he stepped from the vehicle, then turned and crouched at the side of the drivers’ seat. She heard the whirr of electric motors again and the seat moved forward, creating a large space in the back. He repeated this with the other side and then came to her door.

  “Get out!” he ordered with a hiss.

  She had barely left the car when DL grabbed her by the hair and started to march her across the small clearing. She yelped at the rough ground under her feet, but this brought a sharp “Silence!!” from him, and a jerk on her head that resulted in another flow of tears. A large tree loomed from the darkness, and she was pressed against it, the bark digging into her flesh making her whimper. He dragged her arms upwards and she was secured at the wrists, her toes barely touching the floor. He then took each ankle, spread them about three feet apart, and secured these to the base of the tree.

  “He must have prepared this!” Nicole thought, forgetting for a moment the discomfort of having all her weight through her wrists. He then literally tore her underwear off, exposing her to air, her nipples hardening, feeling the slightly cool breeze across her shaved pussy.

  “My Lord!” she pleaded, “have I done something to upset you?”

  He stood back, appraising her, and then with a smile he turned and walked back to the car, the boot lid rising as he reached it and delved inside. He collected several items, then walked slowly back to her. She strained her eyes to see what he had, but could only make out the glitter of something shiny (chains?) and something long with tassels of some sort.

  A flogger?

  Her mind reeled, what was he going to do? He came close to her, his face inches from hers.

  “If I hadn’t arranged for that girl to play in the restaurant, I would have been left wanting. You were in no fit state to serve my needs. That is intolerable. You are now going to learn that when I am hard, you will do whatever it takes to satisfy me, without question, wherever and whenever I choose.”

  “B-but my Lord,” she stammered, “I was not given the cha…”

  She didn’t finish because he slapped her hard across the cheek, rocking her head sideward’s, raising more tears and making her lower lip tremble.

  “I am not interested in excuses; you accepted your pleasure and did not think of mine. Consider this a warning.”

  He reached forward and slid a chain necklace around her neck. It had two additional chains hanging from it, and, roughly grabbing each breast in turn, he secured the small clamps at each end of the chains to her nipples, so when he let the breasts go, they were kept taught by the chains making her catch her breath as the clamps bit into her skin. He then stepped back.

  “My little sex toy, no-one is close enough to hear you scream so feel free…”

  And with that, he started to wield the flogger. It danced across every tender part she had, stinging, striping her skin; breasts, belly, thighs, pussy, none were spared.

  She howled, moaned, whimpered, begged, all to no avail as he continued to systematically cover her from head to toe with the kiss of the flogger. She hung limply from the binds, a soft whine coming from deep inside her, when he finally stopped. Her skin had not been broken, but she felt on fire as he carefully untied her, lifted her in his arms, and carried her back to the car.

  He lowered her onto the back seat, and then secured her wrists to each of the rear headrests and her ankles to the front ones.

  “Please My Lord,” she whispered “no more… please… no more…”

  He laughed, and kissed her gently on the cheek.

  ”Now it’s my turn!” he rumbled… and he climbed into the back of the car…

  He positioned himself between her spread legs, and slowly undressed. She watched him through tear-filled eyes. He was tanned, but her eyes were drawn to the brand on his left shoulder, and the two dragons tattooed on his right, both seemed to glow in the dark, and she was transfixed. As he slipped from his trousers, she drew breath, she had never seen him so hard! She was only small, something he had told her he was pleased about, and his cock looked much too big for her, so she knew it would fill her completely. She tried to catch his eye

  “My Lord… please… I beg you… don’t hurt me… be gentle with me… please… please…”

  “Shhhhhh My little slut,” he whispered, “remember what I said…”

  He then made love to her. His mouth replaced the flogger in finding all her tender and most sensitive places. Despite her burning skin, she felt herself respond, grow wet, his fingers delving, rubbing, his tongue slipping into and over her. She was shocked when she came not once but twice in quick succession, and she abandoned herself to his tender touch. When he entered her, she grunted and pushed herself down on him, wanting to feel the thickness of him open her wide. He started a steady rhythm, slowly in and out of her, going deep then withdrawing almost all the way out, each time she moaned and lifted her hips to try to pull him back in. She couldn’t help herself, and came a third time, shuddering against him.

  He looked closely into her eyes, as if trying to read her thoughts, then slipped out of her and maneuverer himself so that he was sitting on the seat under her, her back pressed into his chest. He lifted her hips and lowered her onto him again, the change in position meaning his cock passed over her G spot with each entry. She moaned loudly, never having been taken like this before, and she went limp as he lifted and lowered her, using her pussy to milk himself. She felt herself building to another climax, when his mouth was against her ear, and she could just make out what he was saying through the mist of pleasure.

  “I have tasted all of you my little toy, used everything you have for my pleasure. Except one thing. If you are to be mine, I must possess you totally, have all of you, and the time has come for that final pleasure, after which you will belong to me physically and emotionally.”

  She wondered what he meant, when he lifted her hips slowly, his hard cock slipping out of her. He then adjusted her position, and lowered her slightly, and she felt him nudge against her anus. She squealed!

  “No My Lord!! I said right at the very beginning that was out of the question… please no… don’t… you will hurt me…”

  He chuckled against her neck:

  “My little Angel, I must have all of you, and you will give it to me willingly.”

  With that he released her hips, and she yelped as his cock started to enter her. She tensed her thighs, lifting herself up and off him, but the position she was in meant she could only raise an inch before her thighs trembled with the effort. She could feel his hardness against her clenched opening, as she wriggled to keep him from entering her.

  “Oh god please My Lord… don’t do this… please… you are too big, I won’t be able to take you… not there… please…”

  Instead of replying, his fingers found the chains holding her nipples to the necklace, and he pulled on them, making her moan. His other hand slid down across her belly and found her clit, and he started to rub it firmly, crushing it against her pubic bone. She groaned again, feeling the tremble in her thighs at the strain of holding herself up, and the pleasure building in her belly again at his touch.

  “Pleeeaaassseeee… don’t… oh god stop My Lord… I can’t stand it… please… oh no… nooooooo…”

  She felt the orgasm break and her thighs betrayed her. She slid slowly down onto him, his cock stretching her, the pain of this new intrusion mixing with the pleasure of the orgasm. When she felt him swell and burst within her, she arched and came again, fla
iling against the restraints as he pumped her up and down on him with loud grunts. She collapsed with him still inside her, his mouth at her ear whispering tender words as the endorphins flooded her system, and she drifted into the dark void of exhaustion.

  She came to with the car in motion. She was covered with a blanket, the street lights passing the windows meant they were back in town. The car bumped up a rise and stopped. DL came to the door and eased her out of the car; once again lifting her into his arms, as he carried her to what she now saw was her own front door. “Home my love,” he whispered. “You must be very tired!”

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  CHAPTER 4

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  Afternoon Delight…

  Nicole was unlike any other woman she knew; she detested shopping. She knew, if she was more organised, she could have booked it all on the internet and it would arrive at her convenience, but had left it too late. The dinner party she had organised for the weekend would take some preparation, and HE was going to be there. The thought of him brought a tingle of… what was that… fear… or excitement… she was never quite sure. The reality always turned to excitement and pleasure… well… most of the time… and yet whenever she looked into his eyes, there was always that element of danger. A shiver ran up her spine as she looked for an empty checkout. Typical. They were all full with a queue waiting. She sighed and settled behind a mum and two crying kids, thankful that the cashier seemed more intent on processing goods than chatting. When her mobile rang, she cursed and rummaged in her bag hoping to find it before her answer-phone cut in. Withheld number. The voice on the other end cut through her hello.

  “Once you have loaded your car I want you to drive to the far end of the car park. There are three bays hidden behind a row of small trees. Park in the furthest left and wait for me.”

  He rang off without a hello or goodbye, and she stood there for a few seconds looking at the silent phone in her hand before a polite cough reminded her she should start emptying her basket. How did he know she was here? He didn’t live around here, so how does he know about the three bays? She pondered this through the process of paying for her shopping and heading for the car. Driving slowly through the car park she followed what seemed like a perimeter road to the far end. Sure enough, she could make out a line of trees and three bays slotted in behind, almost as an afterthought. She pulled into one as instructed and turned the engine off. Nicole noticed her hands trembling on the steering wheel, and she cursed quietly at herself. It might only be a quick meeting; He had business this way so might just be passing through… she actually found herself hoping it would be brief as she had such a lot to do!