Merciful Angel

by Lacey Thorn

  His husky laughter washed over her as he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Not yet, honey. There’s still more left to wash.”

  This was payback. She knew it and didn’t care as long as he moved his hands where she wanted them. At this point all it would take would be a slight touch, a soft brush of his fingers or the feel of his hot breath and she would shatter.

  Angel knew what she wanted, knew that it would take very little to send her over but he wasn’t ready for the intensity of the moment to end. He wanted to draw the pleasure out for both of them, to push them toward something richer and more fulfilling than either of them had experienced before. At least he hadn’t and he hoped that it would be the same for her.

  He bent his knees so that his pulsing erection rubbed along the crease of her buttocks, nestling between them and drawing a groan from his lips at the pure pleasure of touching her there. The loofah dropped to the floor, no longer needed or wanted in this sensual, sexual play at washing. Angel cupped her full breasts in his hands and glided his thumbs over the turgid points of her nipples.

  Cara moved her hands down and braced them on the hard contours of his thighs, arching her back and pushing more of her willing flesh into his hands. He rewarded her with a gentle squeeze, followed by a sharp pinch that had her gasping for air. Without thought she rubbed her buttocks back against him giving his cock a squeeze where it rested between her butt cheeks.

  “Fuck,” Angel muttered and moved his hand from her breast to her hip where he gave her a firm tap with his fingers. The sting was incredible, erotic beyond belief and she arched further into him but his fingers tightened and held her still. “Not yet, honey. Not yet.”

  “Yes,” Cara demanded. “Now. I can’t wait any longer.”

  There was that husky chuckle again at her ear. “You can and will. Trust me, honey,” Angel encouraged her. “It will be worth it.” He nipped playfully at her earlobe and Cara moaned with pleasure.

  Angel’s hand slid from her hip around to the curl-softened mound of her sex. He pressed his hard palm against her flesh and rubbed it firmly while using his fingers to explore the puffed lips of her pussy. He rubbed gently over the swollen folds but didn’t part them, didn’t touch even softly her screaming clit. She was at the point of crying and begging, too consumed with need and hunger to care, when he spoke again in her ear.

  “We’re going to move forward now, honey, more into the spray of water,” Angel murmured. “And I want you to reach up and take that showerhead down and hold it in your hand.” Angel nuzzled the hollow where neck met shoulder and nipped playfully before asking, “Can you do that for me, Cara?”

  “Yes,” she moaned, blindly reaching for the sprayer and easing it down into her hand.

  Angel reached around her and turned the dial on the sprayer so that the water came out in short hard pulses. “Now, I want you to use your hand to hold the sprayer on your pussy, honey. Aim it right for this sweet little button right here.” His finger finally crushed the bud of her clit and Cara cried out at the sheer pleasure that engulfed her. “Right here,” he reminded her, “while I watch.”

  He took one of Cara’s hands off of his thigh and placed it beneath his on her swollen sex. “We’re going to play together, honey. We’re going to make this pussy happy.” He took her fingers and glided them through her slick folds before sliding them back up to her aching clit. He rubbed gently over it using her thumb under his to exert the perfect amount of pressure. “Don’t forget the water, honey,” he whispered.

  He left her fingers there on her clit while he moved his back along her folds again until he reached the slick entrance of her pussy. He rimmed the opening several times before slowly sinking two big fingers inside. Cara cried her pleasure, thrumming her thumb across her clit faster and faster as the jets of water played over her flesh. His fingers pressed more firmly inside her and she spread her legs wider to accommodate the fit of his hand. His erection was hot and hard against her back and Angel was sucking and biting at her neck and shoulders.

  It was enough, more than enough, to catapult her into a mind-numbing orgasm that rocked through her in seemingly endless waves. Angel’s other hand moved away and she didn’t realize what he intended until the warm water turned icy, the pulses against her exposed cunt like fire that ignited her orgasm into an inferno. Cara screamed and bucked against him but he held her there, forcing her to experience the intensity of the moment in full before reaching once more and turning the water off.

  She shuddered with aftershocks, gasping for breath while Angel stepped from the shower and grabbed one of the towels. After drying off he reached back in for her, wrapped the towel around her and lifted her out and into his strong arms then, bracing her with his legs, he reached up for his gun. She closed her eyes and snuggled her head against his chest. It felt so right to be here, in his arms feeling so well loved and sated.

  Angel was thinking the exact same thing as he held her close to his chest. She felt perfect in his arms, her body lush and full like a woman’s should be, her blue eyes closed with pleasure, her long blonde hair hanging in wet disarray over his arm. Now if she could just handle the next few things he wanted to do to her, share with her, he might just be able to fall completely in love with her.

  He headed to the bedroom, or at least what would have been his bedroom if they were in his apartment. Everything was pretty much the same, layout–wise, and he wasn’t disappointed when he pushed the door open and revealed a very feminine room decorated in soft shades of peach and rose. In the center of the room sat her bed which thankfully was a queen, not as big as his king but better than a full. The best part of the bed was the large posts that stood at all four corners. Yes, this bed was perfect for what he had in mind.

  He laid her softly on the bed, placed his gun atop the small bedside table and then unwrapped the towel, enjoying the view of her softened nipples and dewy flesh. He couldn’t resist the need to lean down and lick several drops of water from the valley between her breasts and was fascinated as her nipples puckered and hardened into tight buds. He took one of the delicious morsels in his mouth and sucked greedily on it. He loved the way she tasted, the way she smelled, her eager and willing response to all he wanted.

  “Do you have any scarves honey?” he asked quietly around her nipple. “Anything we can use as ties?”

  “Ties?” she asked her eyes still closed in pleasure. “What are we going to need ties for?”

  “Do you have any ties?” Angel asked moving to her other nipple and treating it to the same intense pleasure.

  “Yes, the bottom drawer of my dresser in full of scarves and ties,” she moaned.

  “Good,” Angel nipped her nipple and eased away. “I didn’t want to have to use my cuffs on you this first time. He moved away and bent down to open her bottom drawer and sift through the contents. When he turned with four long silk scarves in his hands her eyes were huge and her gaze was flitting from his face to his hands as he made his way back to her.

  “What are you planning to do, detective?” she asked eyeing him.

  “I’m going to show you just what it means to be at Angel’s mercy honey,” he stopped at the side of the bed and looked down into her eyes. “I want you to crawl onto the center of the bed, Cara, and lie on your stomach for me. Then I want you to spread your arms and legs as wide as you can for me, reaching as far toward the bed posts as you can.” He bent down and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. “Will you do that for me? Will you trust me?”

  Cara looked up into the grey embers of his eyes, almost silver now with need and desire, and felt secure that he wouldn’t hurt her. Not physically anyway. Mentally, maybe. Emotionally, definitely. When he walked away from their encounter it would devastate her. She was willing to do whatever he wanted, whatever he asked of her to keep that moment from happening.

  “I’ve never been tied up before,” she whispered but eased herself back to the center of the bed and stretched out on her stomach. “What do you pla
n to do to me?”

  “Anything,” he told her his eyes hot with lust and something more, “everything.” He moved to the left side of the bed and, with a complicated knot, tied one end of the scarf to the post. He knelt down and took her wrist in his hand, bringing it to his mouth and kissing it softly before he wrapped the other end of the scarf around her wrist and secured it. He moved to the other side of the bed and used the same method so that both of her arms were now securely tied to the top posts. There was a little bit of play in the length, enough to brace her arms next to her shoulders and push up an inch or so. But she wouldn’t be able to stop him from doing anything he wanted to do.

  He must have sensed her sudden fear and insecurity. Angel grabbed both pillows from the top of the bed and sat down beside her. He leaned close and kissed her, his tongue rubbing erotically against hers until she was stretching toward him, consumed with the need for more, oblivious to everything else. He pulled slowly away, nipping her lips several times before breaking the kiss completely.

  “Brace your knees and lift your hips for me,” he told her and she obeyed without thought. He eased the pillows under her hips, lifting her pelvis up higher. One big hand stroked along her buttocks as he helped her balance and get comfortable in this position. “I won’t hurt you Cara, but I want you to pick a word out for me.”

  She gave him a puzzled look.

  “The word will be your safe word so pick something that you wouldn’t normally say,” he spoke softly as moved down to the foot of the bed and took one slim ankle in his hands. “That way if anything scares you and you want to stop, you just say the safe word and I’ll know that you don’t feel like trying anything else with me.”

  “O-okay,” Cara tried to speak as he ran his tongue along the inside of her ankle and kissed the heel before securing her with the scarf.

  He stood up then and moved to secure the scarf to the post, making sure that he left enough slack so that she wouldn’t be hurt. “Know this though, honey. When you say the safe word it all stops,” he met her eyes with his so that there would be no misunderstanding between them. “I’ll untie you and go to my apartment. So be real sure that you want things to end.”

  “Okay,” Cara answered, although she had no intention of stopping him from doing anything. It was enough for her that he was giving her an out should she want it.

  He moved to the other foot and began to secure it as well. “What’s the word, Cara?”

  She was eyeing the long thick length of his cock when she replied, “Ahab.”

  At the sound of a full-blown laugh issuing from Angel’s mouth Cara’s eyes flew up and clashed with his. “It’s big honey,” he smiled down at her, “but it’s not Moby Dick.”

  Cara flushed red with embarrassment. She hadn’t expected him to make the connection, at least not yet anyway.

  “Ahab it is,” Angel replied after securing the last scarf to the post and standing to face her. His gaze was filled with appreciation and lust as it ran over her from head to toe and back up again. “Do you have any condoms here? Any type of lubricant?”

  She closed her eyes and moaned as she remembered him saying he was going to fuck her ass next. She’d tried it once before but it hadn’t felt right, probably because neither she nor her partner at the time had really known what they were doing. Angel looked like he would know exactly what to do. “Bedside table. Top drawer.”

  Angel moved to the table she indicated with her finger and opened the drawer. He turned to look at her and there was no missing the huge grin that covered his face. “Well, well, well. Look at all the goodies we have in here.” He pulled an unopened box of condoms out and ripped it open tearing off three packets and laying them beside her hip on the bed before setting the box on top of the table. Next he pulled out the large tube of KY Jelly she kept there. He grinned widely as he added it to the bed with the condoms. Lastly he pulled out her purple jelly dildo. It was small, only about six inches long and maybe two around, but it did the trick when she needed it. Angel tossed that on the bed as well.

  “Ready to play some more, honey?” he asked quietly and joined her on the bed, moving easily into the space between her spread legs and leaning over her so that his cock was hot and hard along her thigh, his chest pressed to her back, his mouth at her ear. “Oh, honey, are we going to play?” he crooned and nipped her earlobe with his teeth.

  Chapter Three

  Angel was hot, hard and ready but he needed to get Cara back to that point as well. He wanted to make this as good for her as he knew it was going to be for him. Already she was turning her head, offering him the long column of flesh to nibble and suck and he didn’t disappoint her. His lips left a hot, wet trail from her earlobe down to her shoulder and back up, moving across her check to possess her mouth. He slipped one big hand under her to fondle her lush breasts, pinching and pulling at the tight bud of her nipple.

  Cara moaned and thrashed beneath him. She had an idea of what he wanted, what he planned, and she was dying to experience it with him. She had never been tied down before, had never trusted anyone enough for it and even though she and Angel had only just met there was something about him that had her trusting him. He called to a primal place inside her, releasing a wanton she had never known existed.

  Angel pulled away from their kiss and nipped down to her shoulder and down the long length of her spine. He loved the feel and taste of her flesh, so soft and supple under his mouth and hands. When he reached the curve of her hip he pulled back and looked at her. She called to the dominant beast in him with her current position, tied down with on her stomach with that perfectly plump ass high in the air for him, the creamy folds of her juicy cunt peeking at him. He wanted nothing more than to ram his raging cock deep, fucking her with hard, greedy strokes until neither of them could move. And he would. Really soon.

  He knelt between her spread thighs and licked along the crease of her ass, stopping and rimming the pink pucker of her anus before moving lower and stabbing his tongue into her pussy. Christ, she tasted exquisite, like the finest ambrosia, and he hungered for more. He kept his tongue in constant motion using only it to go back and forth between her sweet pussy and her tight anus lubing her with her own juices and his saliva.

  Cara moaned and cried out at his tongue play. She wanted him and didn’t care at the moment where he took her. Ass. Pussy. Hell, she’d even suck his big cock right now and come. She was on fire and only Angel could take care of it.

  “Please,” Cara moaned, “I can’t take much more.”

  Angel grunted and reached for the dildo he had placed on the bed. He thrust two of his fingers into her pussy and coated them with her slick juices before pulling them out and replacing them with a shallow thrust of the jelly cock. He placed the fingers at her anus and gently eased inside her to the first knuckle of both fingers and stretched her.

  “Fuck honey, you’re so damn tight,” Angel muttered. “Have you ever had a cock here before?”

  “Yes,” Cara groaned and Angel felt a spark of anger at the thought of her enjoying this with someone other than him. “But I didn’t like it.”

  Angel removed his fingers from her snug ass and reached for the tube of lubricant while still softly fucking her cunt with only about three inches of the dildo. He moved the tube to her ass and placed more lube on her anus. “You’ll enjoy this with me.” Angel ran his fingers through the lube until both they and her anus were well coated. “I promise that you’ll enjoy every moment of it.”

  “Yes,” Cara agreed. “Now Angel, do it now.”

  Angel gave a husky chuckle at her willing response. “You’re not ready yet honey. But you will be soon,” he promised.

  He eased two fingers all the way into her ass and held them there for a long moment, letting her adjust to this new invasion and all the sensations that came with it. Then slowly he widened them, scissoring his fingers and stretching the tight tissue.

  “You feel so good, honey,” Angel spoke softly while working his fin
gers in and out of her, stretching and preparing her for his cock. “I can’t wait to stick my cock up this tight little ass and fuck you. Fuck, I want to jack off and watch my cream coat these cheeks and run down to your anus.”

  “Fuck me,” Cara cried. Although she would love him to come on her sometime, right now she wanted, no needed, his cock inside her. “Fuck me now, Angel.”

  “Oh, I’m going to,” he said.

  Cara cried out and arched as high as her bonds would allow when as one Angel filled her pussy with the entire length of the dildo and added a third finger to the ones in her ass, pumping into her in a rhythm that had her cresting with an orgasm almost immediately.

  Angel continued to fuck her, pushing her orgasm higher with the continued manipulation, loving the feel of her spasming ass around his fingers. When he felt her start to ease back down onto the bed and pillows cradling her hips he slowed the dildo and his fingers to a soft slow penetration. Finally she lay still beneath him, her body soft and pliant from the intensity of her orgasm. This was the moment he had been waiting for.

  He pulled his fingers and the dildo out of her and dropped the jelly cock down and grabbed a condom and donned it quickly. He picked the lube back up and squirted a liberal amount over himself using his hand to stroke his latex-covered erection until it was generously coated. He separated her cheeks and placed the swollen tip of his cock against the slick entrance to her ass and pushed inside with a slow, firm motion until he was fully-seated. They both groaned at the snug fit and Angel worried that he wouldn’t last more than two strokes.

  Cara was full to the point of pain. Her ass was burning from the stretch of taut tissue struggling to accommodate his immense girth. It was painful but it was the sharp bite of erotic pain, not debilitating in the least. He eased back until only the head remained inside her and then slowly eased in again. She wanted more, wanted harder, faster strokes, and pushed her ass back against him in silent demand.