by Lucian Bane
“Open your legs a little for me,” he said with a nibble at her lips.
She opened fought to taste him while opening her feet a little, standing with her legs more apart, waiting blindly. A gasp escaped her at the sudden push of something at her pussy entrance. She strained on moans as he worked a cool object, slowly inside her until it filled her up.
“Mmm,” he said, his words hot at her pussy. She sucked in a breath when he flicked his tongue briefly on her clit. She turned her head left when both his hands stroked over her ass, kneading with a lusty vigor. He gripped her ass cheeks with both hands and parted them, flicking his tongue right on the tight opening.
“Oh God,” she cried, moaning lightly.
“Yes,” he whispered, in lusty agreement.
A small cool something glided between her cheeks before the tip pressed at the entrance. She gave incessant moans as he very slowly worked the object inside her. It wasn’t as large as what he put in her pussy, more the size of a thick finger. “God, yes,” she whispered, loving his choice of game play.
He was at her lips again, kissing softly with an urgency in his breath. “How does that feel?”
“So good,” she cried.
He nipped at her mouth, his groans saying he was holding back his hunger. “Yes,” he agreed again. “Almost done.”
He placed the rope on her pussy now and nestled it deep between her lips and ass, holding those toys firmly in place inside her.
Next, he passed the rope around her neck. Old fears surged when he pulled it snug, bringing a whimper of moans as she fought her panic. You’re safe. You’re safe. He’d never hurt you.
Her mouth was dry, and she realized the blindfold was making it harder to keep out the wrong darkness. She needed to see him.
“I’m here, Contessant.” She jumped at the warm words next to her ear. “I’m going to teach you a new dance, my sweet angel.”
The rumble in his tone held a seriousness that had her curious, and more nervous.
“Do you want to know what I’m going to teach you?”
“Yes, Rider,” she whispered as he stroked his finger over her taut nipple before attaching something that gave a delicious pinch.
“I’m going to teach you how to be a nasty angel.” He attached the same thing to the other nipple. God she was panting now. His words and what he might be up to, had her dizzy. “You are a very nasty angel,” he said, moving the rope on her pussy and sliding something between it and her clit so that it pressed into the fire pulsating there. “You just need to see it the way I do.”
“Now,” he whispered at her lips again. “Are you ready?”
Was she? “Yes, Rider,” she made herself say.
“Tell me that you’re a good, sweet angel.”
“I’m … I’m a good … sweet angel.”
She heard a click and all the things he attached to her vibrated and grew hot. “Oh God,” she gasped. The sensation stopped too quickly.
“Contessant. You don’t sound like you believe that.” He gripped her jaw tight and kissed her deeply before shuddering the words on her lips. “Tell me that you’re a good, sweet angel.”
“I’m a good sweet angel,” she whispered, breathless.
That click sounded and the heat and vibration returned inside her ass and pussy. The one on her clit and nipples seemed to have a tinge of electricity in it. He moaned next to her ear, rubbing her ass with both hands. “Do you like it sweet angel?”
“Rider,” she cried weakly.
The vibration stopped, leaving her panting and trembling and understanding the game.
He suddenly took the blindfold off and she saw that he held a little black remote. Mercy, what a lovely toy. He sat in the chair with his hips forward and she gazed at his cock and watched him pull the sheer covering slowly off of it. He opened his knees wide and held the base, making it so very tall. And huge.
“Kneel before me, Contessant. I want you to be a nasty angel with my cock.”
Shit. Contessant was worried about trying to kneel with those heels and so kicked them off. She’d never seen him appear so cocky in his confidence. Utterly sexy and cocky. Or maybe it was the huge cock waiting eagerly at attention that made it seem that way.
She knelt before him and his silver gaze locked onto hers, lust seeming to make them flicker. “Be a good angel and nibble on the head,” he said, holding it tall for her.
She leaned with a hunger and took the firm head into her mouth and bit down all along the top, raking her teeth over the thick ridge.
He let out a long hiss, thrusting. “Such a nasty angel,” he whispered, stroking her hair. “Say it.”
“I’m a nasty angel.” She sucked the head extra hard then bit with a naughty force, bringing his fingers to fist in her hair with a growl.
“Yes, that’s better,” he said, his words quaking as heat and vibration lit up all her naughty spots at the click of that button.
She gasped raking her teeth harder then it stopped, making her whimper.
“Say it,” he ordered. “Say you’re my good sweet angel.”
“I’m your good sweet angel,” she said, more firmly.
The heat and vibration returned. “Suck my cock all the way to the base.”
Not wanting to lose the heat and vibrations, she leaned to quickly do as he said with a perfection.
“So very fucking angelic,” he groaned, his fingers tight in her hair again as he rolled his hips. “Bite it, my angel. Rake my cock with your teeth. Be a nasty angel.”
The heat and vibration stopped, leaving her whimpering and moaning on his cock as she pulled up with a slow, tight suction, raking her teeth as she did.
His fingers pulled in her hair and he suddenly jerked her head up, making his cock pop from her lips. She panted and eyed him feeling drunk. Drunk and bound so very tight and at his complete mercy.
“Say it,” he whispered, his gaze burning into hers.
“I’m your good angel. Nasty good angel.”
He kept tight hold of her hair and leaned, kissing her with a lusty vigor.
He suddenly guided her upper body to the floor, leaving her ass in the air. She gasped when the rope holding the toys in went slack.
“I will not wait another second,” he whispered, sliding the objects slowly out of her. “It’s my turn.”
Her arms remained bound tightly behind her. His hands stroked lovingly over her ass and all along her back then thighs, his touch light and promising so much more.
“Say it again,” he whispered.
“I’m your nasty angel,” she gasped with her cheek pressed into the carpet. She felt the press of his cock at her entrance and cried it again, more fervently. “I’m your good nasty angel.”
“So good?”
“Yes, yes,” she nodded as he worked his cock inside her. He was so much bigger than the toy and she cried out in ecstasy as he stretched her. “So good and nasty, Rider. I’m your good nasty angel, please.”
His fingers bit into her hips as he moved his cock so that it rocked gently and gradually deeper.
“I’m so nasty, Rider,” she cried when he was buried deep. His finger tickled at her ass next, promising ecstasy. “I’m your sweet angel. I need you to fuck me,” she hurried, looking for the magic words. “Your nasty angel needs you to fuck her.” The words gushed as he strained on groans while working his finger deeper inside her, his cock unmoving except for the steady pulsing in it.
“Contessant,” he whispered, the words strained and winded.
“Rider, please. Fuck your naughty angel.”
“Tell me how good you are.” The rasp came with the bite of his fingers on her waist.
“I’m so good,” she gasped. “So good. Such a sweet angel, Rider, I am.”
“Yes, you are, Contessant.” He withdrew his cock, so very slowly, his finger pulling out of her ass at the same pace. “It’s so important that you know this. My sweet, good angel. Say it.”
“I’m your sweet good angel
,” she cried, gasping for air.
He plunged his cock and finger without warning and Contessant shrieked in rapture.
“Yes, yes,” she whispered, panting. “I’m your nasty good angel, I promise. I am. I’m such a good girl.”
“Do you believe that?” he nearly growled, raking his nails over the back of her arms and hips. He suddenly brought his hand down on her ass in a hard spank.
“Rider!” she cried, ready to orgasm from the sheer ecstasy that he’d finally spanked her. “Spank your good nasty angel, I beg you.”
“I need to know that you know.” He glided his fingers over the spot he spanked. “Know how good you are.”
“I swear to God, I know it. I know it with all that I am.”
He grabbed her hips and jerked her vigorously on and off his cock, slamming the head at the perfect spot inside her until she jolted along the floor in shrieks.
He stopped, buried to the hilt. “I’m not convinced,” he gasped, giving her three hard spanks, a second between each.
She cried out with each, gripping his pulsing cock tightly. “I’m so good, Rider, please. I’m so good. I know I am.”
“And nasty.” The growled words came with five more. Five, delicious, fiery bites on her skin.
“So nasty!” she nodded. “Please fuck me, Rider. Spank your nasty angel and fuck her until she comes, I’m begging you!”
“That would require mercy,” he said, sliding his fingers all over her back again.
“Poe!” she cried when his fingers swirled over her clit. “Oh God, Poe! I’m coming!”
“Naught fucking angel,” he grit, bucking his hips so that his groin slammed into her ass. His fingers wiggled over her clit but it was the spankings that made the shatter so perfect. Nonstop and with a perfectly punishing force. She screamed in abandon as he fucked the hardest orgasm from her that she’d ever had. It was so long, so hard, so mind blowing, with I’m so good, I’m so good, I’m so good pouring from her lips, nonstop.
It seemed like another time, another place when the restraints on her arms released. And to her it was as though her soul was set free at the same moment, leaving her weightless and floating. Next, she was being pulled, held, rocked and kissed with soft whispering in her ear, her heart. “My sweet, good angel. So sweet and good. And so very nasty.”
“Poe,” she whispered, turning into his warm lips, clinging to his neck as tears poured from her. “You really think I’m good?”
“Just like an angel,” he whispered, kissing her deeply. “My very own angel. So good and nasty.”
“And nasty?” she squeaked, not getting how that was a good thing.
“Perfectly, divinely, nasty,” he assured, kissing her tenderly.
And then it hit her. It finally hit her what he was saying. “It’s good?” she whispered, shocked at the very idea.
“The dark that was once in here,” he swirled the tip of his finger over her temple then took her hand and placed it on his racing heart. “Has been overcome by this in here.”
She lunged on is neck with a happy sob and he hugged her back.
“Is that what you were trying to teach me?” she gasped, kissing his face. “That my nasty side is okay, and good?”
“Dearest divinities,” he muttered in mild fascination. “I was beginning to think I would have to break limbs.”
Charlotte busted out laughing and pushed him down onto his back, kissing him with so much love and hunger. “You know what?” she said after many seconds, staring down into his happy gaze.
“What, my sweet, nasty angel?”
She giggled at the name and bit her lower lip. “I have another story that I wrote.”
He angled his head, pushing the hair behind her ear. “You don’t say,” he joked in mock astonishment. She laughed and nodded. “And what kind of story is this, my sweet nasty angel?”
She raised her brows and reached between his legs, raking her nails none too gently along his balls. “One where I’m the Domme.”
His grunt caught in his throat as his silver eyes darkened with a sudden flood of heat. “You’re … the Domme?”
She snickered happily at seeing the curiosity burning through his head. “That means,” she helped, between light pecks on his mouth, “that I get to tie you up and make you do nasty things to my pussy.”
He stared at her in open shock and desire, before gushing her favorite words in all the realms. “Quarks and hadrons. I must suffer that.”
The End
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