Pleasure/Pain: A Naughty Angel Tale

by Alexis Angel

  Nick can be tender, and so filthy, he’s shown me. It makes me crave him in a way, that, as the high of the pain starts to come down, I realize that I fear.

  Something has shifted in Nick, too. I know he feels it.

  He brings his mouth to my pussy, and helpless to do anything but feel, I let his worshipful tongue lick my pussy lips, then my clit, until an intense pressure builds up within me. It is so strong, I feel I might burst. My squirming only makes my burning ass more intense, the places where he spanked me sensitive and sparking a sweet pleasure and pain in me.

  Then his fingers start to work my clit and before I realize what is happening, I am squirting. I am squirting hard, coming harder than I ever have in my life.

  When I finally stop spraying cum with such ferocity, Nick unties me from the St. Andrew’s Cross and carries me to his bed. He rubs my wrists and ankles with a balm, turns me over and rubs down my ass where he spanked me.

  We’re both silent and the sensation, the intimacy in our aftercare is so calming that I nearly fall asleep. I may actually have let my eyes flutter shut for some time.

  When he’s totally done, I stand up and head for the other room, grabbing my dress and awkwardly heading for my phone. I check the time and realize that we’ve spent hours together. I have the urge to leave…and it is because I wish I felt like I could stay. But I can’t let the intense emotions that our scene brought up in me take over.

  3

  Caroline

  THAT SAME NIGHT

  My face heats intensely and my head feels a little dizzy. I want to cover myself. My legs are spread and I'm bared to him and I'm intensely nervous. I realize that I'm trembling. My fingers are digging into my thighs and shaking to cover myself. But I can't. That's not what Nick told me to do.

  "Breathe for me, baby girl. Stay with me. Don’t go anywhere else in your head.” Nick stands and it is all I can do not to follow him with my eyes. I want to see him. My mind is racing and my cheeks are flushing, I can feel it. I need to know. The urge to control this, organize it, like I do everything else in my life is crushing me. I want to be able to know what comes next and plan for it. I want to do the right thing. I have never felt so vulnerable before. As exhilarating as that is, it is also terrifying. In fact, that makes it more exciting.

  But that's it. Right now my obedience is required, and I've not been told to do anything but to maintain this position. So I will.

  My pussy is so wet that I feel my arousal dripping down my ass from my position on my knees.

  "You're so responsive already, and I can’t wait to taste every inch of that obedience.” I can almost feel his strong voice vibrating through my body. I'm trembling more than ever and trying hard not to move my hands to cover myself, or touch myself. I’ve been a submissive before. I’m well-behaved and obedient but…I become someone else with him. So soon. I just met him, but there’s something in his voice, in the way he acts, that has me completely enamored with him.

  His hands are on my breasts, and she slaps them, makes them sting, pinches my nipples, teases me endlessly. I reply as I should — with gratitude — for every sensation he offers me. Sometimes, it is gentle. Sometimes, it is painful enough to make my eyes water. But that’s all enough because I need every touch that he offers. I moan, sucking in my lower lip, when his hand trials down to my pussy. He spanks me right on the clit, and I cry out before I yelp a thank you.

  Nick’s hand takes mine and he leads me back to another room of his apartment. This one has a familiar face in BDSM, but I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited to see the large wooden ‘X.’ The St. Andrew’s cross…I inhale sharply in excitement when he starts to secure me to it. I know now that the real pain is coming…and that means the real pleasure. I won’t be able to contain myself an obey perfectly with the way he makes me feel. It scares me.

  Not the pain. I love the pain. The pain is comfort. But the last person that I trusted to touch my body, to have any chance at my heart? They crushed me. I don’t want to let anyone in. Or I didn’t. But from the moment I met Nick, this has been so much more than a simple hookup on a fetish dating app. No. He makes me want more.

  But in that wanting, that's where my heart starts to ache and I'm not sure if I can handle this. There's an intensity with Nick that I'm afraid of. I knew that finding one person that understood everything about me I wanted someone to know would be thrilling.

  It is the part where he seems to reach past the parts that I want someone to know and into the parts that I attempt to hide from even myself.

  Nick walks behind the cross and I am acutely aware of how bare my skin is before him.

  I feel Nick’s fingers trace over my ass gently, giving me goosebumps. My blood rushes as I wait for the spanking. The feeling when he spanks me is like nothing else I've ever felt in my life, it makes my skin light up and my breathing still and then go ragged all at once from one second to the next.

  He lifts is fingers and for a moment I am left squirming in anticipation. I can just barely squirm as I’m secured, but for some reason, I do. His hand tightens against the back of my neck.

  “Don't move.” I can’t really, but I know what he means. I need to be still.

  I breathe in and out shakily, holding my body as still as possible. Every second that I wait for the slap heightens my arousal. After what seems like an eternity, his hand comes down on my ass sharply, the sound ringing through the air. I yelp softly and then take in a breath.

  “Thank you, sir,”

  He slaps my ass again and I thank him once more, my skin starting to sting.

  “Louder,” he commands as his hand comes down twice more. I raise my voice as I thank him, my words shaking.

  “Louder!”

  He spanks me rhythmically, making sure that he strikes the same patch of skin each time, with more weight, with more pain, and now when I thank him my voice is a shout. Chills run over my body and tears rim my eyes, stinging but making me more in the moment and less in the fear in my mind. My ass throbs every time his hand makes contact. He pauses for a moment, running his hand over my sensitive skin, making me moan with need at the raw, sensual feel of his hands over my aching flesh. I am so turned on by the feeling of my ass throbbing under his fingers that I feel like I’m going to come from the sensation alone.

  “Please, oh god, I need to come!” I beg. I know I wasn’t supposed to beg or talk out of turn, but my body is on fire.

  “Come for me, Caroline,” Nick growls and I don’t need any more permission and my lust ricochets out of my body like all the pressure built up inside of it couldn’t be contained any longer. I feel his on my chest, listening to my breathing, and the closeness makes me ache for him so acutely that it almost feels like part of my soul is torn in that moment, forever to stay with him.

  When he begins to spank me again, I’m coming so hard that my mind feels shattered. By the time he releases the back of my neck, I am gasping for air.

  He kisses my forehead tenderly. “You’re so perfect for me, Caroline, that even your disobedience is beautiful.” Then he spanks my ass so hard that I cry out, my thank you barely leaving my lips in a raspy voice.

  Nick can be tender, and so filthy, he’s shown me. It makes me crave him in a way, that, as the high of the pain starts to come down, I realize that I fear.

  Something has shifted in Nick, too. I know he feels it.

  He brings his mouth to my pussy, and helpless to do anything but feel, I let his worshipful tongue lick my pussy lips, then my clit, until an intense pressure builds up within me. It is so strong, I feel I might burst. My squirming only makes my burning ass more intense, the places where he spanked me sensitive and sparking a sweet pleasure and pain in me.

  Then his fingers start to work my clit and before I realize what is happening, I am squirting. I am squirting hard, coming harder than I ever have in my life.

  When I finally stop spraying cum with such ferocity, Nick unties me from the St. Andrew’s Cross and carries me to his
bed. He rubs my wrists and ankles with a balm, turns me over and rubs down my ass where he spanked me.

  We’re both silent and the sensation, the intimacy in our aftercare is so calming that I nearly fall asleep. I may actually have let my eyes flutter shut for some time.

  When he’s totally done, I stand up and head for the other room, grabbing my dress and awkwardly heading for my phone. I check the time and realize that we’ve spent hours together. I have the urge to leave…and it is because I wish I felt like I could stay. But I can’t let the intense emotions that our scene brought up in me take over.

  4

  Nick

  “Fucking call her, and bring her to the wedding,” Jeremy insists. We’re several bourbons into the evening and Carrie, Jeremy’s woman, has been so sweetly telling me that I need to go for it. Jeremy doesn’t want me wasting any more time. And he’s fucking right, you know? Caroline and I have something…and after several months of very intense fucking and spanking and fucking some more, I can’t stand the idea of not being with her…but we both have to own up to the fact that even though we pull away from each other, we both want more.

  So I do it. I pick up the phone.

  And it rings until voicemail, and I’m crushed. Caroline has a life — she’s actually a math teacher at a local high school and she’s probably grading papers right now. Yeah, without even realizing it, I found a woman who doesn’t just enjoy what I do in bed…she is a teacher, too.

  But I’m not going to wait any longer.

  I call a car (I did have all those bourbons) and when it arrives, I have a text form Caroline.

  At school. Pick me up?

  I pick up the phone and dial her again. “Caroline…I want you to come to my best friend’s wedding…” I start and I realize, what the fuck, why and I not asking her in person? Why am I asking her drunk. Why are the next words even coming out of my mouth. “We need to talk…”

  5

  Caroline

  Nick picks me up at the school and we head back to my place. Between him being more than a little drunk and me not really wanting to go out, I figure it works.

  He wants to talk, he says.

  I gulp. “What did you want to talk about?”

  “How about whatever you’re hiding from me? Why you pull away from me?” Nick’s face pales and I think he really might have miraculously sobered up in this very instant.

  Biting my lip, I suck in a breath before my answer rattles out. “You never acted like we were going to be anything more, but I know we both want it. And I don’t know about you, but my last several relationships left me wounded. In fact, my last dominant and boyfriend decided that he didn’t care about my limits. He put me through pain, our last scene, without any care for my feelings or emotional state. I didn’t know if I’d ever date or fuck again. I thought about how it felt, to feel so unsafe with the person that you’re supposed to be able to trust, and it ruined so many things for me. You found my old profile and I don’t know why I started talking to you. But I knew why I couldn’t stop.”

  Nick’s hands cup my face, and I don’t realize I’m crying until his thumb brushes away a tear.

  “I want more with you. I want everything with you,” he says before he kisses me.

  That night is sweet. He holds me, and we fall asleep on my couch like this, not needing anything but the feel of each other close.

  We keep this comfortable relationship pace all the way up to the weeks before the wedding, and when I finally meet Jeremy and Carrie, I’m tempting to take selfies with them and declare them #RelationshipGoals. I’d hashtag it and everything, because I’ve never seen two people more in love.

  I talk to Carrie, and I mean really talk to her, and she’s someone who I know I’ll be friends with. She understands me. She doesn’t judge me. I find myself telling her the whole story of Nick and me, and I tell her about my shitty ex.

  Carrie, her hair done up like a princess and her flawless makeup making her shine perfectly, tells me, “Love makes you feel safe no matter the danger.”

  She squeezes my hand, and we share a dance before Jeremy and Nick cut in, and I know…she’s exactly right.

  Of course, I still can’t bring myself to tell Nick that I love him. After everything, even though I know without a doubt that I do love him, I have to let him tell me first, or it is never going to happen.

  I guess I’m not feeling safe no matter the danger just yet…because I know that because I love Nick, he has the power to destroy me.

  After the wedding, however, something has changed. I know that Jeremy and Nick were talking when Carrie and I were, and I don’t think paranoia makes me think that they were talking about me.

  When can barely keep our hands off each other the rest of the night, and when we finally get back to Nick’s apartment, we tear off our clothes and Nick slams me onto his bed, his cock inside me before I can catch my breath. He thrusts into me, deeper, faster, my legs spread wide as I can so that he can fill me with every inch of his perfect cock. I am in complete and utter bliss, and the orgasm that tears through takes me over with a fierceness I don’t expect, and I cry out.

  Before my mind wraps around what's coming next, Nick is slamming his body into me even harder into me as my orgasm continues to rock my body. His cock filling me up only makes every thrust add to the intense desire building up with within me.

  “Fuck, your pussy is so perfect,” he growls, his whole body crushing mine as he thrust deeper into me every moment and it makes me melt around him.

  “I’m all yours,” I moan, the sensations too great to bear as I roll into another explosion rapidly. For a second I want to hold back, but the orgasms coursing through my body are blending one into the other.

  “That’s right. Don’t fight it, baby. Give yourself to me,” he growls, plunging into me as I wrap my legs around his back, my ankles lacing behind him to make sure I have an ounce of leverage while he has a pound of, well, pounding as he slams into me.

  “Oh God!” I gasp, my arms capturing his shoulders as I cling to him. His whole body feels like an instrument designed to please mine and I never want this moment to end.

  “Caroline," Nick moans my name and it makes me shiver. "Your pussy is so tight on my cock. Fuck, you feel perfect,” he groans, and I haven’t even realized I’m doing it, but my body has yet to recover from my intense release and it is making my pussy strangle his cock. It reverberates through my body as I squeeze all around him.

  “Oh, please," I moan, knowing that another orgasm is fast on the heels of the last one.

  “Come for me again, Caroline,” he growls, fucking me faster and deeper. His perfect, muscular body is slick with sweat and sliding against me, his hard edges against my soft body so sensual that I moan from just that sensation as I cry out from the orgasm he's giving me.

  “Oh god!” I yell, as a whole body orgasm that sends me flying takes over my body and erases all my thoughts inside my mind. I'm a clean slate when he's inside me, and I don't think about any of the pain that used to make me want to hold back, I just think about everything good when I'm with him that makes me want to hold on.

  My legs and arms grip him tightly, bracing for the inevitable as he slams into me, hard. He’s moaning low in his throat in the way he does when he can no longer control himself, lost inside of me. I love when he lets go and give me everything he has..

  “Caroline, come for me, baby girl,” He growls and without hesitation, my body heeds his command, colliding with my climax until I feel like I’m floating as he stills inside of me, shooting off another round of pleasure.

  “Goddamn, Caroline,” he moans as my pussy squeezes him, his hips slowing to a stand still until he’s just lying in my arms, my ankles still interlocked on the small of his back.

  “We're perfect together,” I whisper against his ear as we both breathe shallow breaths of two people who have just fucked each other's brains out.

  "We are," Nick says. He pulls me into his arms, turning me around
so that I'm in his arms instead of me clinging to him. He kisses the top of my forehead and I hear him breathe me in. "You're my entire world. I want you safe. I want you mine. Forever," Nick says. He kisses my nose now, then pulls back and looks at my face. He wants to read my reaction. It hasn't be a long time, but both of us are fully aware that we've found something special in each other.

  "I want forever, too," I tell him. My voice isn't recognizable to me. I feel like it is far away and I almost wonder if I said those words. But I did.

  I know, because I hear with crystal clarity what Nick says next.

  "I love you."

  That's what he says.

  "I love you, too," I say, without question or having to think. I knew I loved him before I thought I could ever say it, but now he has...and I'm beyond elated. The ecstasy that consumes my body, my heart, my soul, makes me feel as if I will float right out of this bed.

  Carrie told me about how love makes you feel safe no matter the danger. I know that to be true. I know it because I felt it now, when a man that I cared for deeply told me -- before I told him about my feelings -- that he loves me. I wasn't afraid. I'm not afraid anymore.

  Together, we've got pain, we've got pleasure, and we've got everything in between and everything we become together.

  Nick pulls me in to an almost punishingly hard kiss with a tight grip on my hair, his other hand moving around my throat to hold me in place. His fingers squeeze my neck and claim my air, making my heart race with the exhilaration in the moment. My nipples and my pussy ache with need, desperate for anything he has to offer. He bites on my bottom lip and then pushes his tongue into my mouth. The kiss is so raw, so primal, that it makes me burn with more lust, desperate to have more. I can never have enough of Nick, and that’s safety. That’s happiness.