His Angel: Trident Security Book 2

by Cole, Samantha

  "Emotional release?"

  Leaning forward, he placed his water bottle on a coaster sitting on her cocktail table and sat back again. "Mm-hm. BDSM is not all about sex–far from it. Although that's usually an enjoyable end result of everything else. It's about getting one's individual needs met and sometimes it means pain is involved whether the final result is pleasure or something else. Let me give you an example. There was this female submissive I met when I first started apprenticing under a few skilled Doms. And before you ask, no, I never played with her since I was far too inexperienced for what she needed. Ava was a very nice but reserved woman, around thirty-five years old at the time, and her kink was to be whipped until she finally broke down crying. But there was never any sex involved with her scenes. One night I got the courage to approach her and I explained my confusion about the fact she wasn't getting pleasure from her scenes. She told me she was very young when her mother married her step-father, a verbally cruel man. Little things always seemed to set the guy off, and if Ava cried, he'd get angrier. He'd start throwing things and breaking her toys or throwing her clothes and possessions out. So to save things she loved, this little six-year-old girl managed to shove her emotions so far back into herself to the point she couldn't cry for any reason."

  Angie gasped. "How awful. The poor girl."

  "Exactly. That little girl who stopped crying turned in to an adult woman who couldn't cry unless a Dom broke through her subconscious barriers to the point she could find her emotional release and let her tears fall. That's why she was in the lifestyle. It was a cleansing therapy of sorts for her." He paused. "I've seem to have gotten sidetracked because I'm supposed to be telling you why I'm in the lifestyle."

  "My fault, sorry."

  Ian brought her hand to his mouth for a quick kiss. "Don't apologize for asking questions, Angel. It's what tonight is all about. Anyway, I prefer to be in charge in the bedroom and sometimes out of it too. When I scene or play with a sub, I like pushing her limits, teaching her things which can make her pleasure and inner-self better than they were before. I like being responsible for my sub's pleasure and emotional or physical health and giving her what she needs, which may not always coincide with what she wants. A sub's safety and well-being are important to me. As the Dom-in-Residence or head Dominant at the club, all the subs' safety and well-being ultimately fall under my protection. I know every sub and slave's name at The Covenant and I'm aware of their hard limits and what they're looking to get out of the lifestyle. If I see a sub not getting what they need or pushing themselves to where it could be detrimental to their physical or psychological well-being, then I step in and do what I can to get them back on track. We have several doctors and psychologists as members who are willing to talk to any other member, whether it's a sub or a Dom, who could benefit from their expertise. Dom's aren't perfect and anyone who claims to be is a fool. We make mistakes and learn from them and grow right along with our subs."

  At some point Ian's thumb had begun rubbing over the back of her hand and the sensations it was evoking had a direct connection to Angie's clit. She was finding it difficult to think but one thing he said did confuse her. "You said sub or slave. Aren't they the same thing?"

  He shook his head. "No, not at all. A slave tends to be in a 24/7 relationship with their Master, giving entire control of their lives over to them. From what they wear and eat, to what they do each day, and of course the sexual aspect of it. It's not for everybody, it isn't for me, and can be quite an undertaking for some Doms. It's a lot of responsibility for them and after a while, some find it's not what they really want. A Dom/submissive relationship is not as extreme and usually consists of control of a sub's safety and pleasure, although every relationship is unique."

  "Wow. This is a lot more involved than I realized. I thought it was just about tying a woman up and spanking her."

  When she paused, he let the silence drag on for a few minutes while she digested all he'd told her, her teeth nibbling on her bottom lip. When he brought his thumb up to rescue her tender flesh, she was tempted to nibble on that instead. "I take it some parts of all this interest you since I'm still sitting here and you haven't tossed me out on my ass, yet."

  Angie smiled nervously. "Yes, I'll admit, I'm intrigued but I'm also a little scared."

  "I'd be worried if you weren't. This is something new and out of your comfort zone. But, if you're willing to test your limits...I'd be more than happy to help you explore. If you want, we can sign an open-ended contract which outlines our D/s relationship and lists what parts of the lifestyle you're interested in, or not, and what I expect from you."

  Her smile turned into a small frown. That sounded so formal and business-like. "A contract?"

  "It's not as cold as it sounds, sweetheart. More often than not, Doms and submissives sign an agreement which defines their relationship so there's no confusion or false expectations. There are general contracts we have available at the club but each Dom and sub can change it to suit their needs. The negotiations they do prior to signing a contract forces them to talk about everything so there is no guessing between them. Think back on some of your past relationships. Were there times you wondered what your boyfriend was thinking about, or you wanted something you weren't getting from him but weren't sure how to bring up the subject?"

  She nodded, understanding how much communication there was between a Dom and sub. "Yes, there were. Sometimes I'd go nuts trying to get one of them to tell me what was on their mind."

  "Exactly." Ian smiled. "See you're learning already. Is a D/s relationship something you want to try, Angel? With me?"

  Her gaze met his for the first time since she sat back down and when she swallowed hard, his eyes fell to the movement in her throat. The pulse in her neck picked up speed as well as her breathing and it seemed that was all the encouragement he need. His other hand, which had been resting on the back of the couch, wrapped around the nape of her neck before he closed the gap between them. Pausing with their lips not quite touching, he waited. When her breath hitched, he brought his mouth down on hers. A heartbeat or two later, her lips parted and he changed the angle of his mouth so he could plunge his tongue inside her depths.

  Heaven. Like the night before, his mouth was pure heaven with a bit of hell mixed in. Just enough to make her want to let him take her over to the dark side of sex. His hand skimmed down her bare back, stopping at her waist before working its way back up again. Her shivers made her nipples harder than they already were, and he pulled her into his lap, never letting her mouth go. They stayed that way for a few minutes, devouring each other. Her hands moved up around his neck and she shoved her fingers into the hair at the back of his head. When he pulled away and looked at her with lust-filled eyes, she knew her green ones revealed her own desire. They were both panting and as much as she wanted him to take possession of her mouth again, he apparently had other things he wanted to do to her. "Let me give you a little taste of my world tonight, Angel. No pain, just pleasure. And no intercourse. I want to make you cum for me. I want you to shatter under my touch. Will you let me please you?"

  His whiskey-smooth tone of voice had moisture pooling between her legs and she didn't hesitate to answer him. "Oh God, Ian. Yes, please."

  Cupping her chin, he waited until he had her complete attention. "Say it, Angel. I want to hear you say it. I need to know you understand what you're agreeing to. And if we are going to play, I want you to call me 'Sir.'"

  Angie hesitated this time. Was this really what she wanted? Her mind and body were screaming at her to tell him anything which would make him kiss her, touch her, and do anything he wanted to her.

  “It’s one thing to say 'yes' to me, but I need for you to say the words yourself. I won't go any further until you tell me exactly what you want. I need to know we’re on the same page here.”

  This was a big step she was taking but she knew if she didn't take it, she would regret it for a very long time. "Yes, Sir. Please make me cum. Pl
ease give me a taste and show me what it's like to be your submissive.

  He ran his thumb along her jawline, leaving a tingling in its wake. "It will be my pleasure, Angel, and all yours too. Now, I want you to go into your bedroom, undress completely and lie down naked in the middle of your bed on your back. You have three minutes to do that for me before I follow you." When she hesitated again, he lowered his voice and added, "The clock is ticking, sweetheart."

  She jumped off his lap and hurried to her bedroom before she could change her mind. Fumbling with the catch which was holding her dress in place at the back of her neck, she was ready to rip it apart before, all of a sudden, it released under her trembling hands. Letting the entire garment fall from her body to the floor, she kicked it out of the way and added her thong and stockings to the pile. She climbed atop her queen-size bed and she situated herself as he'd ordered, propping her head on her pillow. And then she waited.

  * * *

  Athos paced back and forth in the one room studio apartment he'd rented in New Orleans. He took another gulp of water from a bottle and willed the last of the cocaine out of his system. Why anyone would freely put this junk in their body was still beyond him. The only reason it was pumping through his veins and cells at the moment was because his other choice was a bullet in his brain. If it wasn't for Angie, he would've preferred the bullet.

  He'd gotten lucky and ran into a guy who knew him back in the day when he was U/C in the southeast. After spending the night pretending to get drunk with the asshole, he had his in to the underground drug business of the city. After a few minor league illegal activities he got the chance to meet Manny Melendez. He was one of the local cartel leaders and the guy probably responsible for the deaths of Aaron and his family.

  It was obvious the scumbag was nervous about anyone new walking into his operation. But between some recent arrests and gang-related deaths of his minions, he was in need of new hands willing to get a little dirty. So, Athos had a choice at their meeting–powdered crap or a hollow-nosed bullet up his nose.

  After Melendez was satisfied with his recruit, the two of them and five other pieces of shit went to release a little of their temporary superman energy brought on by the drugs. Melendez wanted to send a message to an up-and-coming gang and took it out on a few wanna-be bangers they’d found a few blocks into Melendez's territory. If Athos had to beat the crap out of someone to maintain his cover, at least the mouthy little punks deserved it.

  Now as he was coming down off his high, the few cuts and bruises he’d received in the brawl were making themselves known. But with the coke in his system, he didn't want to add anything else, whether it be OTC drugs or alcohol. He flopped down on the bed and fumbled with TV remote until he found a ballgame to watch. Who was playing, he didn't know or care, as long as there was a familiar noise in the background.

  He closed his eyes and thought of Angie. He knew it was the right thing to have someone watching her, and Carter swore the men at Trident were the best. He wasn't thrilled with their extra-curricular activities in the club the Sawyer brothers owned, but as long as she didn't need to go there for any reason, it wouldn't be a problem.

  Toeing off his boots, he let his mind wander and exhaustion began to pull him under a veil of sleep. Maybe it was time to break away from the DEA. He'd put hundreds of dealers in jail or six-feet under over the years. Maybe it was time for him to find a life outside his quest for vengeance. He could move to Tampa to be near Angie. Maybe get a job with Trident. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.

  Chapter 6

  Ian counted off the one-hundred and eighty seconds in his head. In the meantime, he removed the diamond cuff links from his wrists, placed them in his jacket pocket and rolled up his sleeves to his elbows. He took another drink from his bottled water then put it back on its coaster. His erection was aching in his pants and he tried to ignore it. He would take care of it later on his own. When he told her there would be no intercourse tonight, he'd meant it. Tonight wasn't about his own release. It was about introducing his angel to the power exchange between a Dom and a submissive.

  One-seventy-eight. One-seventy-nine. One-eighty. Ready or not, Angel, here I come.

  She had left the bedroom door ajar, so it only took a slight nudge to open it all the way. His breath caught and the aching in his groin increased ten-fold. He hadn't thought she could look more beautiful than when she answered his knock at her front door earlier in the evening. He was wrong. Striding to the end of her bed, he took in the sensual sight before him. Her hair was still up in its bun or whatever the hell women called it, and her head and upper shoulders rested against two plush pillows. Ivory-colored skin covered every inch of her and she had no tan lines which didn't surprise him since it'd been a colder-than-usual February and March. He wondered if she would wear a one-piece or bikini bathing suit when the warmer weather returned and couldn't wait to find out. Most Doms preferred their subs to be naked under their clothing, but not Ian. He liked a woman in sexy clothing and even sexier underwear. He had a fetish for lacy bras, panties and lingerie, finding women tended to feel more beautiful when wearing them–and naughtier.

  Her modesty had kicked in at some point while she was waiting for him. Her hands each covered a large breast and one knee was bent, leaning over the opposite thigh so her pussy was hidden from his view. The uncertain pose turned him on more than if she was completely exposed to him, but he was dying to see all of her. Glancing above her head, he was happy to see the headboard was wrought iron with intricate scroll work and gaps large enough for her hands to go through. It would give her something to hold on to. His gaze ran from her head to her toes and back up to her anxious but heated eyes. From the light coming in through the open doorway, he watched her pupils dilate with desire. Her tongue sneaked out of her mouth, wetting her lips, now devoid of lipstick, and he groaned. His little angel was going to be the death of him before the night was over. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." He loved how her blush deepened with his words. "But I'm going to show you how to feel that beauty. If at any time you get scared or unsure I want you to say the word 'yellow.' If you absolutely can't take something, say the word 'red.' But be warned, sweetheart; if you say the word red, everything stops for the night. We'll discuss your fears, then I'll go home and we'll try something else next time. Understand?"

  She silently nodded her head and he frowned at her. Realizing her mistake, she corrected it. "Yes, I understand. 'Yellow' for scared, 'red' for stop everything."

  "Good girl. When we are playing, you are to refer to me as 'Sir'. Now, we're not at the trust level where I could restrain you so I'm going to have your restrain yourself. Move slow and bring your hands above your head. Grab hold of the headboard and make sure you're comfortable because you're going to keep them there for me." He held his breath as her hands left her luscious breasts and inched upward, skimming over her collarbones and shoulders, past her head before they grasped two thin pieces of iron. He'd been right about her nipples; they were pink and aroused and made his mouth water. Walking around to the side of the bed, he toed off his dress shoes before sitting down on the bed next to her in the area between her chest and hips. He placed one hand on the comforter on the opposite side of her, using it to support some of his weight and studied her from the breasts up, touching her only with his gaze. "Tell me, Angel, when you're alone in this big bed, how do you pleasure yourself?"

  She stared at him wide-eyed, biting her bottom lip again but didn't answer. He let the Dom in him take over. He tweaked one of her nipples before releasing it and she squeaked. "I asked you a question and I expect an answer, or you can expect an appropriate punishment. Now, I'll make it a little easier on you since this is new. Do you use your hand to pluck these gorgeous nipples while your other hand plays with your clit and wet pussy lips? Do you finger fuck yourself to an orgasm or do you use a vibrator or dildo? There's no right or wrong answer here but I want an honest one. And there better be a 'Sir' in there."

  "I...
I..." Angie cleared her suddenly dry throat and tried again. "I do all that, S-sir. Sometimes together or sometimes without my vibrator and just my hand."

  "Where do you keep your toys, sweetheart?"

  What? He wanted to see her vibrators? Oh crap. If she told him where they were, he might see the small anal plug she sometimes used when she was feeling especially naughty. Maybe he wouldn't notice it in the darkened room. She closed her eyes, counted to three and blurted out, "In the bottom drawer of my nightstand next to you, Sir."

  She watched as he sat back up and leaned over to open the drawer. He took out her favorite nine-inch, silicon vibrator and held it up for her to see, his eyebrows raised in amusement. "I've never seen a florescent-green one before. Interesting."

  He put the vibrator on the bed and leaned toward the drawer again after turning on the bedside lamp so he could see better. Oh mighty Zeus, please strike her dead with a lightning bolt so she didn't have to die of embarrassment. Next thing she knew he was holding up her pink anal plug and her mind brought up an image of him fucking her ass with it, causing her to groan and clench her thighs together.

  "Well, this is an unexpected but delightful surprise." She looked at him through her lowered lashes and saw a satisfied smirk on his face. "But we'll save this for next time, even though it's on the small side. We'll have to work you up to something larger."

  He chuckled as her eyes widened. Larger? Why did the thought terrify and excite her all at the same time? After placing the plug back into the drawer, he pulled out her bottle of K-Y lubricant and a small paperback. She groaned again when she saw the book in his hand. Sometimes when she wanted to arouse herself faster, she'd read a short erotic story out of it and imagine she was the naughty woman getting spanked, eaten and fucked by the hunky guy. The dirty words turned her on and it wouldn't take long for her to cum.

  "Spank Me. Catchy title. You know my brother mentioned he sometimes has Kristen read him the sex parts of her books after she writes them. Says it's a real turn on. We'll have to try that another time too, but for now, I have other plans for you."