Fallen Angel

by Darkscribe

  She looked at him, and dropped slowly in front of him. He unzipped his trousers, easing out his large cock.

  “Take me in your mouth Angel, make me fully hard.”

  She leaned forward, opening her mouth wide to take him in. He sighed, and stood still while she worked her lips over him, feeling him swell and harden even more. Just then the girl reappeared in the room with a tray of drinks, and stopped in the doorway. Seeing them like that, she was confused as to what to do next.

  “Bring me my drink Rachel, Angel shall have hers shortly.”

  The girl walked over to them, her eyes on Nicole taking his large cock deep into her mouth. She handed him his drink, but was so intently watching the woman, she spilled it over his hand. He reacted quickly, his hand swinging up and slapping her across the face sharply.

  She staggered back, nearly dropping the tray, tears already in her eyes. Nicole stopped and looked up at him, then at the girl. His hand came back down and pulled her head roughly towards him.

  “No-one told you to stop!”

  She took him back in her mouth, her eyes watching him warily. He looked at the girl with contempt.

  “Put that tray down and come here!”

  The girl did as she was told, slowly shuffling towards him, tears running down her cheeks.

  “I ask you to do a simple task, and you can’t manage even that,” he spat out the words. “Go to the wardrobe and bring me the black briefcase!”

  The girl whimpered, hesitated, then turned and went across the room. Nicole tried to turn her head to watch, but the man felt the movement and gripped her hair, pulling her head back round and pushing himself deep into her mouth.

  “You just stay there my little whore, and finish what you started!”

  She gagged and resumed her task, scared that his anger might be directed fully at her. Rachel returned to them, a large doctor-style case in her hand.

  “Take out the flogger,” he ordered.

  The girl slowly did as she was told, and stood there with her head bowed, the flogger hanging loosely in her hand.

  “Lift up your skirt, turn around, and bend over with your hands on the chair.”

  The girl followed the instructions, giving a small sob as he reached out and roughly pulled her panties down to her knees. He flicked the flogger sharply across her exposed flesh, the swish making the woman on her knees flinch, the result making the girl yelp.

  “Open your legs little slut, show me that pretty pussy of yours.”

  The hiss in his voice alarmed Nicole, so she moved her mouth quicker on him to show she was concentrating. The girl slowly moved her legs apart, now sobbing quite loudly. The flogger whisked across the space between them, and wrapped itself with a sharp crack around the girl’s small shaved pussy. The girl cried out, but the second, third and fourth blow reduced her to a quiet whimpering, her inner thighs and pussy already bright red with the kiss of the leather. Nicole felt his cock swell slightly, and he came into her mouth, filling her throat, so she struggled to swallow it all. He withdrew, and walking over to the girl, he wiped his cock clean on her buttocks and thighs.

  “Get yourself tidied up and fetch me another drink,” he said, at the same time pushing the girl forward so she staggered across the room. He returned to Nicole, helped her to her feet and kissed her softly on the lips with a quiet:

  “Thank you my Angel.”

  She caught sight of the girl as she left the room, looking back with a face of abject misery. He handed her the wine with a smile.

  “Cheers My little Angel, here is to an exciting evening!”

  She smiled back up at him, but was aware there were clouds building in those eyes, and felt a small tremble deep inside at the thought of what they might mean for HER?

  ~~*~~

  CHAPTER 5

  ***

  The rest of the afternoon passed without event. DL slept for a while, then began preparing for the evening. Nicole had been escorted to her hair appointment by Rachel, though for the amount the girl spoke, she might as well have gone on her own. Upon their return to the hotel, Christopher had met them in the lobby, and instructed that lady Angel was to return to the room alone, and that the Dark One was waiting for her. In the lift, she checked herself in the mirrored walls. She looked good, the stylist having prepared her hair exactly as she had instructed, and she felt relaxed and confident. The walk towards the room brought the butterflies, as the thought of being alone with him always did, and she paused, took a deep breath, and entered the suite.

  He was sat in one of the chairs looking deep in thought, and she coughed to get his attention. His head slowly turned towards her and he smiled.

  “Hello My Angel, your hair looks superb! Give me a twirl…”

  She turned slowly before him, feeling very conscious of his eyes passing over her.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured, “now, show me what you will be wearing tonight… the complete outfit with accessories…”

  She bustled around the room, fetching various pieces and laying them out on the bed. When satisfied she was complete, she turned towards him.

  “This is what I shall wear later my Lord, the dress you know about, this underwear and those stockings, these shoes, and these earrings and necklace…”

  She had lifted each item to show him. He stood and crossed to the bed, ran his hand over the underwear.

  “You will not need these,” he said as he lifted them and tossed them into the corner of the room.

  “Everything else is perfect except the necklace…”

  He clapped his hands, and Christopher came into the room carrying a small flat case. He placed it with a bow into DL’s hand, and then left silently. DL turned and faced her square on. She saw that his eyes were very dark, and she felt a small chill pass up her spine as he looked intently at her.

  “My Angel, I have thought long and hard about this, and I think now is the time. Kneel.”

  Without breaking eye contact she slowly knelt before him, the sound of his voice causing confusion. He looked very serious, but his voice was softer than she had ever heard it before, and she found that this softer, quieter voice was scarier than any other. He looked down at her.

  “You have said that you wish to be Mine in all things, is this still true?”

  She smiled up at him:

  “Yes My Lord!”

  He nodded at the affirmation.

  “Then I wish to give you this…”

  He carefully opened the flat case brought in by the boy, and lifted out a necklace. A type of necklace she had never seen before, but realised as he spread it with his fingers exactly what is was.

  “If you choose to wear this you will be mine, body and soul. You will come under my protection, my wishes and desires, and my control. You will obey me at all times in all things in the knowledge that what I request, demand or suggest is in your best interests, having taken into account mine. I will own you Angel; own you until either I remove this or you make formal representation to have it removed. Do you understand?”

  She had knelt there staring at the necklace/collar. It was designed as a choker, bands of links held taught by bars spaced vertically, and closed with a small and very intricate padlock. His words came back to her and she shifted her gaze back to his eyes. She went to speak but her throat was dry, so she lowered her eyes and nodded slowly and deliberately.

  “So be it, Angel…”

  She felt the cool metal touch her throat, and his hands barely brush the back of her neck. The collar fitted tightly, not too tightly as to be uncomfortable, but enough for her to feel its presence. She could tell he was pleased when he lifted her face up to his.

  “I had that made for you, and I was concerned about the correct fitting, but Christopher had measured the neck of your top earlier, and then passed the details to the craftsman for the final assembly this afternoon. It looks perfect.”

  He offered his hand, and lifted her to her feet. Taking her gently by the shoulder, he led her to the la
rge mirror on the wall in the bedroom.

  He positioned her directly in front, his hands drawing her hair away from her neck so she could see how the collar looked. It was dim in the room, but the metal glowed against her skin. She stood there taking in the image of herself, but then her eyes were drawn to just behind that image. DL was standing behind her and slightly to the left. The dimness of the room meant that his features were indistinct, but she shuddered at what she saw. Reflected in the mirror, directly over her left shoulder were his eyes. They glittered in the half-light, and for a second she had images of unknown creatures lurking just out of view, flashes of terror, screams, pain and blood. She stood transfixed as those eyes bored into her, and deep down, in that place where our most base of emotions live, she heard a small voice cry out a warning… and then he smiled.

  “See my pretty one, it looks absolutely perfect!”

  His hand came up over her shoulder, and he dangled a tiny key between his fingers. He opened the neck of his shirt revealing a chain with a slim metal box very similar to a kind of locket. He deftly opened the catch, inserted the key, then closed it and let it fall back under his clothing.

  “I shall wear that at all times, as you will the collar, so that the key is available should either of us require it!”

  He turned and walked back in to the other room, leaving Nicole to gaze at herself in the mirror. She stood there for around five minutes until he called for her, her eyes not leaving the collar. In their world, to wear someone’s collar meant to belong to them. What DL had effectively done was proclaim his ownership to the rest of their world. She remembered his words “…unless you make formal representation,” and knew that it would be a major incident were she to request the collar be removed. “What have I just done?” she whispered quietly to herself as she went to join her Master…

  All four of them were in the suite. DL had insisted on checking their appearance before they left to attend the Ball. Christopher was wearing a dinner suit, and DL had given him a pair of his cufflinks, as in his words, “A dress shirt looks half- finished without the proper accessories”. Rachel wore a long simple black gown that hugged her neat figure, and he had stroked her breasts through the material to ensure that she too had no underwear on. When her nipples hardened and she blushed, DL chuckled and gave her a small kiss on the cheek. He now stood in front of Nicole.

  “My Angel, you look ravishing! I have one more thing to give you before we go downstairs so come with me…”

  He took her hand and led her into the bedroom, closing the door behind them. He opened a bedside drawer and removed a small pouch, taking out the contents he turned to her.

  “You shall also need this…”

  And he showed her what appeared to be a shiny metal egg. Nicole stepped forward to look closer. “What is that My Lord?” she queried with a raised eyebrow.

  He smiled.

  “I shall show you… please turn around and place your hands on the bed…”

  She hesitated for a second, and then did as she was requested. DL knelt behind her and slid her dress up to around her waist.

  “I’m glad I decided not to let you wear anything under this dress, that pretty pussy of yours needs to be available to me at all times my love… now spread your legs a little… that’s it… good girl.”

  He leaned forward and licked the length of her slit, using his fingers to open the lips, and he ran his tongue into and around her opening. Nicole moaned, her knees giving an involuntary shake. When he was satisfied she was wet enough, he inserted the egg, which made her jump slightly in surprise. He lowered her dress and stood up. She turned to him.

  “Now my little Angel, if I need you at any time this evening and we are separated, then I can call you… like this…”

  He raised a small rectangular silver box, his thumb moving over its top. Nicole yelped when her insides were subjected to strong vibrations coming from the egg, then she let out a little whimper as she felt herself heat up in her pussy. DL laughed and thumbed the control again, the vibrations stopping.

  “When that happens you will come directly to me, understood?”

  “Ye… yes my Lord,” Nicole stammered, she had never felt anything like that before, and was still coming to terms with the fact she could feel her pussy leaking down her right thigh.

  “I think we are all ready now my love,” he said cheerily, “let us go to the Ball!”

  All that glitters…

  Nicole was aware they must have made a strange sight as they entered the bar area of the designated room, as people turned to look as they passed. She and DL were in front, with the young couple close behind, and as they passed a row of chairs along the wall, DL pointed and clicked his fingers, the young couple immediately seating themselves. Approaching the bar they met many people that he knew, and he introduced her each time using her given name, with the added “She is the light of my life, am I not a lucky man?” She found the normality of the surroundings extremely disorientating, the incidents of the day seeming so far removed from the setting they were in. She glanced several times at the young couple, but they had remained seated, not moving or talking. She found she was enjoying the attention, his arm around her waist, and the fact that he seemed on good form, laughter and raucous comments accompanying their journey across the room. Several times, his hand had slid up her bare back to the nape of her neck, his fingers giving a little squeeze that made her shiver and lean into him. Somehow he had triggered the egg when he was deep in conversation with a man, and she was talking to his wife. She had bitten her lip as the vibrations spread through her pussy, and was alarmed at the amount of juices it produced, that were now making the inside of her thighs very slick. How she had managed to keep her end of the conversation going was beyond her, but she did notice the slightly odd look the woman gave her, and she thought for a second that the woman was going to ask if she was ok. Instead the other woman took her arm.

  “We are sitting next to each other Nicole, so let’s go through to our table and you can tell me ALL about how you two met!”

  “You would never believe me!” she whispered to herself as she allowed the woman to lead her through to dining room.

  They had prepared a story that would be acceptable for general release regarding how they met, and she told the story to her new companion, fleshing out some of the details, skipping over others. The other woman had told her that she and her husband had despaired of the man finding someone “nice”, and also that she had found the man attractive but slightly scary.

  “Oh… he’s a pussycat really!” said Nicole, glad that he was out of earshot!

  DL and his friend joined them at the table, still deep in conversation, and after the waiter had served the starters and the wine had been poured, he turned to her and smiled and raised his glass.

  “Here’s to us my love, and may our relationship continue to be as happy as now…”

  Nicole touched glasses

  “I hope so too DL,” and she ran her fingers lightly over her collar, seeing him smile at the gesture.

  He leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

  “I am so glad you are here Nicole, we shall have a wonderful evening!”

  She smiled softly and turned to her food. “A wonderful evening,” she thought to herself, “that depends on whether you stay in a good mood…”

  *

  The various courses of the meal came and went, the laughter around the table building in noise as the waiters kept the ice buckets filled. She noticed DL had ordered drinks and instructed the waiter to take them to the reception room, she presumed for the young couple who were still sat quietly. She had been talking mostly to the woman beside her, Sara, whose husband spent most of his time socialising at other tables. She was deep in conversation regarding some of the awful dresses worn by other women, when she sensed a movement beside her. DL’s lips were close to her ear.

  “Move forward so that you are sat on the front edge of your chair, and part y
our thighs”.

  This was said so mater-of-fact that, at first, she thought she must have misheard, but on glancing at his face she quickly complied. Sliding forward slowly she continued her conversation, only losing her train of thought momentarily when his hand slid up her leg, taking her dress with it. She glanced quickly down; glad to see the tablecloth hid what was going on. His fingers moved up the inside of her thigh, and expertly moved over her pussy and parted the lips. Her voice caught mid sentence, and she pretended she had something in her throat, coughing to hide the effects his fingers were having. He was stroking the length of her pussy, his fingers circling her opening then moving up to press over her clit, then back down again. She could feel herself getting damper by the second, and was conscious that Sara was noticing her trouble with stringing words together. “God I hope she thinks I’m drunk!” thought Nicole, seeing a half smile appear on the other woman’s lips.

  She then noticed that Sara was looking directly down into her lap. The tablecloth had fallen forward, and she realised Sara could see his fingers working over her. She looked back up at her new friend, and noticed her hand was at her throat, stroking the skin, while her cheeks had developed a light blush! Sara glanced up at her and their eyes met, and she could see her eyes were dark and sparkling.

  “She’s turned on by what He’s doing!” The thought must have been obvious in her own eyes, as Sara bit her lip and looked back down. Nicole could feel the heat building inside her as DL played with her and the other woman watched, and she lowered her face so that others at the table wouldn’t spot her condition. Her eyes caught a movement from Sara beside her, and she noticed she too had spread her thighs, her left hand pressed down on her mound through her dress. She looked up at Sara’s face, they locked eyes, and Sara licked her lips wetly in response.

  His mouth was close to her ear again.

  “Reach out, take her left hand, and bring it over to your pussy my love.”

  Nicole hesitated, then gingerly reached out and placed her hand over the woman’s, Sara gasping quietly as she lifted it and brought it into her lap. DL reached up, entwined his fingers with those of Sara, and moved it down onto Nicole’s pussy. He used his fingers to press Sara’s deep within Nicole’s lips, his fingers pressing Sara’s down and around, so that one of each of their fingers slipped inside her. Sara groaned quietly as he made her finger Nicole, who in turn was rocking on the fingers, her orgasm building quickly. She felt the man grasp more of Sara’s fingers, and then start to finger-fuck her using the woman’s hand.