Fallen Angel

by Darkscribe

  “Oh my God!” she heard Sara whisper, “Oh my God…”

  Nicole turned to look at DL as she started to orgasm, but he was watching Sara intently as he used her hand as a tool to please Nicole. She closed her eyes, bit her lip hard and shuddered in orgasm, her knuckles white as she gripped the table and tried her hardest not to cry out. She felt her juices coat the two sets of fingers, and she heard Sara whimper quietly as DL lifted her hand to his mouth, and sucked the juices from her fingers. She watched Sara’s face turn deep red and her eyes half close as his tongue moved over and between her damp fingers. DL then stood, walked round the back of the chairs, stooped, whispered something in Sara’s ear, and headed out of the room into the bar. Sara looked at Nicole, stammered something akin to gibberish, then rose and followed him from the room.

  *

  Nicole sat on her chair, trying to control her breathing, the dampness between her thighs turning cold as she shuffled her dress down to a semblance of respectability. Her mind was in a whirl. How could he do something like that with someone she had just met? Was it pre-arranged, or did he just do it because he could? And what was going on now? She stood quickly on shaky legs, and followed out of the room. She spotted the young couple sitting where they had been left earlier, and she walked up to them.

  “Did you see where he went?” she asked Rachel.

  “Yes my lady, he went towards the room just up the corridor.”

  The girl pointed at a set of double doors about 20 yards further along the central corridor of the hotel.

  “I think he went in, but I’m not too sure…”

  The girl looked apologetically at her.

  “Thank you Rachel,” said Nicole over her shoulder as she headed for the room.

  She stopped outside the doors and put her ear against the wood. She couldn’t hear anything, so she carefully tried the handle, easing the one door open, and slipping quietly into the dark room within. She stood with her back to the wall, waiting for her eyes to adjust, but she heard them before she could see them.

  ”Please let me go… what are you doing?”

  “NO!… please… OH MY GOD!!!… please…”

  As her sight improved, Nicole could see them across the room. DL had Sara tied by the wrists face down on a table, and was securing her wildly thrashing legs to the legs at the other end. She watched as he finished with the knots, then stood and pushed Sara’s dress up to around her waist, and literally ripped her panties off. Sara was struggling hard, all the time pleading with him to stop, let her go, it was a mistake for her to follow him, and he should let her go back to the dining room. Nicole heard him chuckle, and move round to where Sara’s head was hanging over the end of the table. She felt a strange twist in her stomach… she had experienced this herself!

  He reached down and took a handful of Sara’s hair in his fist, lifting her head up, and he crouched so that his face was on a level with hers. “My dear Sara, why so much noise? You enjoyed playing with my lady didn’t you, and that comes at a price. You are about to find out how much…”

  He stood and unzipped his trousers, easing out his already hard cock. Sara renewed her struggles. “Please don’t! Let me go. I won’t say anything to Graham honest… just let me go… pleeeaaassseee…” and she started to cry.

  DL simply laughed, reached down, pinched Sara’s nose closed, and pushed his cock into her mouth when she gasped. Her muffled squeal barely traveled to Nicole by the door, who watched as he pushed himself all the way into the thrashing woman’s mouth. She watched as Sara started to gag, then choke, her body heaving on the table as she tried to dislodge him, he holding her tight and stopping when he was up to the hilt in her throat. He calmly held her there, while she bucked against his belly, gurgles coming from her distended face as she struggled to breathe around him. Nicole, standing by the door, couldn’t bear to watch any longer. She stepped forward across the room.

  “My Lord, stop!!”

  DL turned to look at her, smiled lazily, and slowly withdrew from Sara’s throat. She was immediately sick, vomiting onto the wooden floor, heaving and gasping, trying to draw in breath before she vomited again. DL stood slightly back, watching Nicole walk towards him, his large erection twitching as though it was looking for another victim. She stopped in front of him.

  “Thank you My Lord, she was finding you hard to cope with!”

  He laughed, it petering out into a rasp, and then he spoke to her with his voice taking on a dangerous edge.

  “I am glad you have joined us Angel, you can help me with this piece of meat here…”

  He used Sara’s dress to wipe himself off, re-arranged his clothing, and then walked up to Nicole. “Tidy her up Angel. Soothe her, comfort her, make her presentable again and bring her back to the table. You have five minutes.”

  With that he turned on his heel and strode across the room and out of the doors. Nicole looked down at her new friend on the table. She crouched, her arm draping over Sara’s shoulders, shushing quietly to her, but deep inside she felt anger. She looked at the woman and felt… what was it… jealousy? Surely not? She tried to put a name to the feeling but couldn’t quite grasp what she felt, so she concentrated on repairing the damage her Master had done to Sara, and hoped to God that he was sated for the night.

  ~~*~~

  CHAPTER 6

  ***

  It had taken longer than five minutes to make Sara ready to face the gathering again. Nicole had worked magic on her hair and make-up, but could do nothing about the haunted look in her eyes. As she stepped back to admire her handiwork, Sara looked up at her, a question on her face.

  “Does he do that to you, Nicole?”

  Nicole gave a little smile.

  “Sara, I belong to him. If he chose to do that I would let him. We have a relationship that you would find hard to understand, one that I would find even harder explaining to you, so for me it would be different.”

  “I have always been wary of him,” said Sara. “He looks at you as though he is sizing you up for a meal. My friends think he is mysterious and very attractive, but now I know different. He is an evil bastard, with contempt for everyone around him. I would tell Graham about this, but it would destroy him as he thinks the world of him.”

  Nicole watched her closely, looking for signs that she may decide to create a scene about this episode. Sara looked back at her.

  “You know what makes me sick about this whole thing?”

  Nicole shook her head.

  “It’s the fact that when he… he… used… me, I had the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had in my life…”

  Her head dropped onto her chest.

  “He abused me, yet part of me enjoyed it. How do you explain that?”

  Nicole breathed out noisily.

  “Welcome to my world” she said quietly as she guided Sara back to the party.

  *

  Nicole was grateful that Sara’s husband had met up with a long-lost friend, so had taken her away to a different table for the rest of the evening. DL acted as though nothing had happened, to the extent that Nicole had forgotten about the whole thing due to the laughing and dancing that filled the next three hours. It was only when the function ended, and they collected Christopher and Rachel on their way to their suite, that the reality of the man she was with came back to her.

  She studied him in the elevator. Who was he? What did he do? What made him the man he is, with that air of power and control mixed with violence? DL sensed her eyes on him and turned to look at her.

  “Do not concern yourself with trivial things my Angel.”

  He said this quietly, and then gave her the most boyishly innocent smile she had ever seen! Nicole knew he had drunk a fair amount, so obviously he was a little tipsy, but that smile was so unexpected it made her laugh out loud. DL simply closed his eyes and hummed to himself until the elevator stopped at their floor.

  “All aboard the Skylark!!” he announced as he led the way, both Nicole and Sarah giggling to them
selves as they followed him along the corridor. Nicole had not seen this side of him before, and was interested in how it would affect his mood for the rest of the night. She was tired, the alcohol and the dancing having taken what were left of her energy, and she longed to sink into bed and sleep ’till noon tomorrow. When they entered the room, DL flung his dinner jacket off, loosened his tie, kicked his shoes into the corner and collapsed into a chair. Christopher scurried around, collecting the discarded things and tidying them away. He patted his knee, so Nicole went and sat with him.

  “When you have finished with that, you may leave for the night Christopher,” he drawled, “Rachel, you assist lady Angel in preparing for bed.”

  He smiled up at Nicole.

  “Let her help you my love, she is good at this.”

  Rachel came over and offered her hand.

  “Come my lady, you look worn out.”

  She let herself be led into the bedroom, where Rachel deftly undressed her, offering her a long robe while she hung everything away. Nicole noticed that Rachel was watching her out of the corner of her eye, so she turned to face her.

  “What’s wrong Rachel, you look worried?”

  Rachel came over and dropped to her knees before her. She gazed earnestly into Nicole’s eyes. “Did you say anything about earlier my lady? Does he know?”

  Nicole smiled down at her.

  “Fear not Rachel, my lips have been sealed. He has had other distractions tonight so there is no need to worry.”

  Rachel suddenly lifted up, took Nicole’s face in her hands, and kissed her hard on the lips.

  “Thank you my lady, thank you so much!”

  Taken aback, Nicole recoiled slightly.

  “It’s ok Rachel, it really is, and there is no need for that…”

  “No need for what?” came the voice from the doorway.

  Both women jumped and turned to face him. Nicole noticed he looked tired, weary in a way she had not seen before, looking more like his true age.

  “That will be all Rachel,” he murmured, “you may leave also. Bring Christopher back around 10 tomorrow morning as we need to get lady Angel home.”

  Rachel glanced at Nicole, nodded towards DL and scuttled gladly from the room.

  He walked slowly across the room and literally dropped onto the bed. Rolling over on to his side, his head supported by his arm, he looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

  “You have questions Angel. Since we met I have noticed them behind your eyes. You have been clever in not voicing them, but now is the time for answers so ask away.”

  Nicole swallowed heavily.

  “Why did you do that to Sara tonight? Where does that anger come from?”

  She did not use any form of address when asking, no “Sir” or “My Lord”, she sensed a change in his attitude towards her.

  He sighed deeply.

  “Sara has wanted me to do that to her for years. She stumbled upon my alter-ego through a casual acquaintance, and since that time has made it very clear the thought of being “punished” appealed to her. I think she has a different take on matters now my love, it was necessary to remove her attention.”

  Nicole was watching his face and eyes when he answered, and could detect no deception.

  “So you taught her a lesson? Was there no other way you could have dealt with her without having to make me…” Her voice trailed off as she realised she was revealing too much to him. She looked up, and saw his eyes were wide open.

  “Ahhh Nicole,” he whispered, “now I understand the question. If you had not been there to witness it, then you would not feel as you do now? I thought you liked wielding a little power?”

  She frowned.

  “I don’t understand? Power is not what drives me at all, and I have never given any indication that I have a desire to switch roles?”

  DL chuckled.

  “Have you not, Nicole? Then what was the bathroom incident all about earlier? It seems to me that you enjoy having a level of control over someone!”

  She felt the blood drain from her face.

  “How did you know about that?”

  “I get to know about everything sooner or later Angel; it’s what makes me what I am. I can understand the attraction, believe me, the old adage “absolute power corrupts absolutely” is not so very far from the truth. You were in a position of control, had a desire, and so exercised that control over willing subjects. And it is that which lies at the root of everything, the willingness to acquiesce to someone’s demands in what ever form they take. Come here!”

  Nicole moved next to him on the bed. He reached out and cupped her right breast in his hand, his fingers tightening slowly until she moaned.

  “I rest my case, Nicole. I hurt you but you don’t move away. I know it hurts, yet do it anyway to SEE if you will move away. That is what our relationship is about little Angel, we each have desires that are met in different ways.”

  He slid his hand along her thigh, slipping it between her legs.

  “You are wet Nicole. When you accept the way you are, then you will learn to accept the way I am, and then we will truly have a relationship that will last.”

  He lifted so that he could kiss her softly on the mouth. Nicole responded, surprised at his gentleness, the kiss almost as one from a lover. DL flopped back onto the bed, gave a long sigh and closed his eyes.

  “Almost,” he said quietly.

  Nicole just sat and stared at him.

  *

  Douglas Vaughan threw his keys into the tray by the door as he walked through to his lounge. Dropping in a chair, he breathed a long heavy sigh.

  “I am bloody shattered!” he laughed to himself, “I’m getting too old for weekends like that!”

  He stretched each limb, feeling the familiar aches and pains letting themselves be known.

  He contemplated fetching a drink, but decided the cabinet was just too far away for a man in his condition, so reached for a cigar instead. When it was lit, he blew the smoke towards the ceiling, savouring the taste, knowing it was bad for him so enjoying it even more! He closed his eyes, a smile tracing his lips as he remembered what she had been like.

  “Beautiful,” he thought, “beautiful and oh-so deliciously flawed. It won’t be long until she becomes all that I need, and then I will bring her here and make her an offer she can’t refuse!” He laughed at his Mafioso phraseology, tightening his top lip over his teeth in a terrible Bogart impression. “Of all the basements in all of the world, she will have to walk into mine…” His laugh petered out into a cough the made him rise to search out that drink.

  *

  On the Sunday evening, Nicole went to her mother’s to collect her son. He barely looked up from the latest interactive game he had been bought to say hello. The bangs and crashes were too loud for the women, so they moved into the kitchen to get coffee and peace.

  “So how was your weekend then love?” said her mum. “Was it with that new man you’ve been keeping quiet about?”

  Nicole blushed.

  “It was great mum, and yes, it was with him.”

  She went on to explain about the evening, the hotel, the new dress, the minor celebrities that were there (aged actors with too-young wives and an orange tan!). She told her mum just about everything, with some choice exceptions.

  “So when do we get to meet this new man?” Her mum looked at her quizzically. “You’ve not said a word about him really, but it sounds as though he is really keen on you!”

  Nicole paused for a second.

  “Oh I imagine it will be quite soon mum. I don’t want to rush things as it’s been a while for both of us, and, you know, softly does it.”

  Nicole’s mother reeled off a list of questions which she fielded with not inconsiderable tact. After her son’s father had left, her mum had been a rock for her, and had taken on the role of judge and jury regarding suitors. She had not “dated” anyone serious for a long time, so her mum was naturally curious about this man who had appeare
d from nowhere. Nicole gave her the story she and DL had concocted about how they met, and that seemed to satisfy her for now. She busied herself collecting the junk her son travelled with, gave her mum a peck on the cheek, and headed for home.

  With her son in bed, Nicole lay on the couch with a large glass of her favourite wine. She was tired, the weekend weighing heavily on her mind. DL was becoming an enigma, different sides to him being revealed unexpectedly and out of context with the scenarios being played around them. She felt no further forward in discovering WHO he really was, but was a little closer in finding out what he was. What really worried her was that she had started to realise just where SHE was coming from, and it scared her. She knew that everyone had a shadow side to their sexuality; however the depths of the shadows in her own gave cause for concern.

  “Who is the real Dark One in this relationship?” she muttered to herself as she headed up to bed.

  *

  Their joint announcement within the chat room that they were now a real-time couple was greeted with hearty congratulations; Nicole however received many messages from both Doms and subbies enquiring about DL. The Doms wanted to know what he had got that they hadn’t (she had turned most of them down previously) whilst the subbies were more interested in finding out what he was really like. Their relationship had been conducted online for the past month or so, this being due to commitments they both had, making real-time interaction difficult. She noticed he was different now, less formal than before, but his innate courtesy was always present. She also noticed that he was getting impatient with them being apart, and he informed her that he was arranging a free weekend so that she could spend some time at his home. Nicole was not sure how she felt about that, but the information came in an e-mail that was not a request. She had prepped her mum to look after her son, so she just waited for the dates to be announced.