Graham, Jan - Finding Angel [Wylde Shore] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Graham, Jan

  “Adrian, stop, I don’t want to have sex with you. I just want you to go and leave me alone,” Angel pleaded breathlessly, trying unconvincingly to get away from his prying fingers that were now invading her cunt.

  “Really, Angel, is that what you want?” Adrian laughed.

  “Adrian, I don’t want to do this. Please stop?” Angel felt a tear run down her cheek. If this had been anyone else, she wouldn’t be trying to resist, but Adrian was not going to worm his way into her life. She had already made too many bad choices.

  “Well then, give me something to think about apart from my desire to fuck you.” Adrian licked the tear on Angel’s cheek as he continued to tease her.

  “I think Samuel had some kind of storage facility in the inner city. I saw a receipt somewhere in his…mmm, his…Oh, fuck”

  Angel was desperate to change the subject. Her body began to tremble as she fought her desire for more pleasure from his tormenting fingers. Her mind was getting cloudy, and her thoughts scrambled as her body demanded to be listened to. She pushed at the hand in between her legs and felt him ease away from her.

  “I’m sure you would probably find lots of things there. Hopefully that’s where the ledger is.” Angel was hot, panting for breath. She was thankful that Adrian had stopped his teasing so now all she had to do was recompose her horny body and get off the bed.

  “Thank you, Angel.” Adrian kissed her gently on the forehead. “Now let’s talk about exactly how much you don’t want to have sex with me.” Adrian rolled into a kneeling position between her legs. “Your cunt’s open and dripping wet.” Adrian smiled at Angel, as he quickly slid two fingers inside her. “Your clit is so engorged I think they’d be able to see it from space.” His thumb pressed down on her clit and began slowly moving up and down over it as he thrust his fingers inside her “So do you really want me to stop, Angel?”

  He hadn’t given her enough time to regain her senses. It all felt too good.

  “No,” Angel whispered as her cunt began to pulse against his fingers.

  She felt her hips thrust up to meet his fingers, her body willing him to continue. His thumb pressed harder on her clit, and his fingers thrust deeper and faster, causing her to cry out with the pleasure that was beginning to engulf her.

  “No, you don’t want to fuck me, or no, you don’t want me to stop?” Adrian laughed as he slid a third finger inside her and watched her pump against his hand.

  “Yes…More, harder…” Angel’s heart was pounding. She was about to come, and she didn’t care anymore that it was Adrian Hastings making her do it. Her hips plunged downward onto Adrian’s fingers, her back arched as her body started to shudder under the control of the rapidly thrusting pace. Angel’s cunt gripped Adrian’s fingers as she screamed her release.

  “Oh, baby, you know how to come. That was such a pleasure to see.” Adrian looked down at Angel lying before him, legs spread, her wet cunt shimmering before him. He gripped the top of her pants, which he had pushed aside with his fingers, and pulled them down over her legs, discarding them onto the floor. “Roll over,” he ordered, unzipping his trousers and pulling them down.

  Angel rolled onto her knees. She felt him move up behind her, his now-released cock hitting against her as he lifted her arms so that her hands rested on the head of the bed. He spread her legs wide over his groin and slowly pushed her down onto his hard cock. She heard him whisper, “Oh yeah,” as he sank his hard member into her. Her cunt was still hot and wet. Every nerve ending responsible for giving her pleasure was still enflamed from coming minutes beforehand. Angel knew she wouldn’t take long to come again. His cock felt rock hard inside her as he began to thrust slowly and gently, sliding in and out of her so easily she moaned with each deep stroke.

  He reached up and pulled open the top of her dress before lowering her bra enough to gain access to her breasts. He massaged them, slowly moving his fingers toward her hard nipples. As he pinched the hard tips, Angel felt the muscles of her pussy contract, and she began to come once more. This time was gentler. It wasn’t as urgent. The pleasure rolled over her. It started at the front of her hole, moving up across her stomach, her breasts, and her head, then back down her spine, back to the place his cock continued to penetrate.

  Adrian felt her coming and steadily increased the pace. She thrust her hips back against him in perfect harmony, coming over and over again. Each wave of orgasm gripping Angel seemed to increase in intensity. He quickened and deepened the hard thrusts into her.

  Her cunt continued to spasm, clenching and releasing his cock as he thrust harder and faster, seeking his own release. He was pounding her furiously as he felt her push down against him as she began to cry out in ecstasy. Adrian reached up, placing his hand over her mouth, muffling a loud scream, her cunt filling with fluid running over his cock and oozing out of her with each intrusion of his cock.

  Fuck, I love making a woman come. Adrian felt her juices wash over him again. He gave a violent jerk into her as his own release began blowing into her. Adrian grunted with each jerk of his cock that caused her to milk against the deeply buried head.

  Angel collapsed onto the bed as he withdrew from her. Adrian sat back, staring at the exhausted woman before him. He pondered how much money she could make for him if she ever decided to sell what she had just given to him for nothing. Quickly discarding the thought, he watched as Angel crawled to the edge of the bed and reached for a bottle of water sitting on her bedside table.

  “Well, that was worth the visit,” Adrian gloated. “I bet you feel pretty good right now, Miss How-many-times-can-Adrian-make-me-come-before-I-squirt-all-over-him.”

  “I feel pretty disgusted actually.” Angel was still breathing hard as she put the water down and pulled her bra back over her boobs. “You do know that I hate you, Adrian.”

  “Well, it was a bit hard to tell from your response just then. You need to learn not to give people mixed messages.” He laughed. “I was a bit surprised though. You were easier than I thought you’d be.”

  “My only excuse is I had been out drinking tonight and my defences were down. Still…I was a bit surprised as well. I thought you’d be a pig in bed.” Angel stared at him curiously. “But you weren’t.”

  “At the risk of ruining my tough guy reputation, Angel, I actually like women. I love seeing them come. I love teasing them sensually and giving them pleasure.” Adrian smiled at her. “I’m not a complete prick.”

  “I hope I don’t regret all that pleasure.” Adrian suspected she was already regretting it.

  “You won’t. I’ve had a vasectomy. You won’t end up pregnant. And I take care of my health. I don’t have anything you need to worry about.” Adrian laughed. “And I know your sexual health status because I’ve seen your medical records.”

  “I don’t mean that, but thanks for reminding me that I didn’t insist on using a condom…I meant I hope you don’t come back. I should have stopped you. I shouldn’t have done that. I just, you…” Adrian watched her shake her head.

  “Don’t feel bad, Angel. You getting wet and turned on was an innate response. It’s just physiology. I knew what buttons to push, so to speak,” Adrian said, standing up and putting on his pants and jacket.

  “How can you enjoy the act of fucking someone that doesn’t like you?” Angel asked. She appeared visibly annoyed that he had just played a little game with her to amuse his twisted mind.

  “I think you like me. If I didn’t, then I wouldn’t have fucked you…” Adrian gave Angel a wicked grin before continuing. “Well, maybe that’s not true. There is a certain power play with consensual sex that can be intoxicating.”

  He returned and sat down on the end of the bed, looking at her longingly.

  “I would fuck you everyday if I could. If you liked me enough to let me, you’d have me in your life forever. I know you don’t want that though, so I’m not even going to suggest it. This little fuck session was me just being selfish, me wanting to have you just once.” Ad
rian sat quietly, thoughtfully considering what to say next.

  When he finally spoke, he had no doubt that Angel would more than likely be mortified at what she heard.

  “I am sorry I didn’t intervene earlier into the situation you were in with Samuel. He was a cruel bastard, uncaring. That’s why he was so good at his job. Anyway, I have gotten rid of him from your life now. Your life and mine will both be a lot safer without him. So, if I get the ledger back, I will leave you alone, and you will be rid of me as well.”

  Adrian stood and held out his hand to help Angel up from the bed.

  “I hope the ledger is in the storage facility. Can I text you the address, or do you want me to find it now?” Angel asked.

  “Text it.” Adrian opened the front door before turning back around to look at her and holding up the key to her front door.

  “I’ll give you this back and the copies of the home movies I have of you when I get the ledger back.”

  “You have movies of me? The ones Samuel made?” Angel appeared shocked.

  “Yes, I bought them from Samuel. Long story, but basically, he was selling them to a production company. I offered the company more money than they paid, and I became their new owner. Like I said, Angel, I like women and watching them but only if it’s consensual, and those movies weren’t made with consent.”

  “Thank you, Adrian. I appreciate you doing that.” Angel walked over and kissed Adrian on the cheek. “Will you let me know if you find the ledger?”

  “If the ledger isn’t in the storage facility, I’ll be back.” He made sure he lowered the tone in his voice. “If I think you are holding out on me in any way, then my next visit may not be as pleasant for you. Do you understand, Angel?”

  “Yes, I understand.” Angel’s voice was barely a whisper as she replied.

  Angel locked the door behind Adrian, wishing she had a chain or some kind of barricade to make the house more secure in case he decided to return. How on earth did he have a key to the house, and who else had seen the movies Samuel had made? Angel sank onto her lounge, totally deflated. What would she do if Adrian didn’t find the ledger? Angel looked at the clock. It was : a.m. Her head should have been aching from a good night out that involved too much to drink. Instead, it ached from stress. So much for making good choices where men were concerned, not even one day after making her decision she had fucked Adrian Hastings. Her new life’s resolution wasn’t off to a great start.

  Angel’s thoughts turned to Christian and Daniel as she wandered to the bedroom and flopped down despondently onto the bed. If they knew what a mess she was in, they would never have invited her anywhere. In fact, she doubted they would have even given her a second look.

  If things were different…if things were different maybe someone like them would fall in love with me.

  But Angel knew things weren’t different, and no hope in the world would make them different. The only thing that would was a bloody ledger she had no idea how to find. Her life was becoming hopeless again, just as it was when Samuel was alive. She allowed herself the luxury a shedding a few self-pitying tears as she finally drifted off to sleep.

  Daniel sat on Steve’s veranda drinking his morning coffee. The friends had arrived home in the early hours of the morning very tired and incredibly inebriated. Luckily for Daniel, he didn’t tend to suffer from hangovers. He’d already showered and was now enjoying his coffee, the fresh air, and the morning paper. Christian was taking a shower to try and wake up before they headed home. Kathy had staggered back to bed after making sure there was a good supply coffee and warm croissants for the men. Steve was dressed and ready to leave the house after receiving an early morning call requesting he go into work.

  “I don’t need this shit today,” Steve announced as he walked out onto the veranda with his coffee and a plate of buttered croissants. “Can’t criminals learn to take weekends off?”

  “Not in your department, mate.” Christian followed Steve onto the deck, coffeepot in hand. “Weekends would have to be the busiest time for drug sales, wouldn’t it?”

  “I’m not in sales man. Let the uniform guys handle that. I play with the big fish, remember?” Steve took a gulp of coffee.

  “So you’re not actually going to work. You’re going fishing,” Christian joked.

  “Yeah, I wish,” Steve grumbled as he shoved a pastry in his mouth before finishing off his mug of coffee. “I don’t understand how a beautiful woman can get a man that has been so careful, so untouchable, and so bloody evasive of the law to expose himself the way this guy I’m investigating did last night. We’ve had this guy on the radar for an eternity, nothing, all only suspicions, until last night.”

  “A beautiful woman can cause a man to do things so out of character anything could happen.” Daniel smiled at Christian. “She could even inspire him to go looking for lesbians, isn’t that right, Christian?”

  “You mention that again, and I’ll hurt you,” Christian snapped. “And before you ask, Steve…don’t.”

  “I don’t want to know.” Steve looked at Daniel and laughed. “Yet! But there is always a bright side to bad timing. At least I get to spend a few hours with a hot-looking woman today, although from past experience she doesn’t like me much. I seem to bring out the bitch in her for some reason. She must just react to my Dominant charm.” Steve smiled, pouring another coffee before continuing to eat his breakfast.

  “Speaking of hotties, we met our future lifelong love last night.” Christian sipped his coffee. “It was a shame that Daniel scared her away.”

  “I didn’t scare her away, she had to leave before her carriage turned into a pumpkin.” Daniel loved the whole Cinderella thing. It showed she had a good sense of humour, which was something she would need to live with them. “And I’m still going to spank her for that smart remark as she left.”

  “Okay, give me the condensed version because I got to go.” Steve looked at the brothers inquisitively.

  “She is beautiful, cheeky, totally sexy, and perfect for both of us. We invited her to the party, but she had to leave to catch her train home, and when we asked her for a name as she left, she called herself Cinderella. But not all is lost. She is a friend of Miss D, so we have an invite to lunch at Max’s place. We will be formally introduced and then proceed to sweep her off her feet.”

  “Cool, as long as she meets with my approval, you can both live happily ever after with your fairy-tale princess.” Daniel saw Steve wave as his friend walked away. The distant laugh emitted from Steve left Daniel in no doubt that he had heard the unified statement of “bite me” spoken by Christian and himself in response to Steve’s parting words.

  Daniel left the house with a very tired Christian not long after Steve. They finished breakfast, cleaned up their mess, and were on their way home not long after nine. The drive took them a few hours, but once they cleared the city and outer suburb traffic, it was clean sailing down the freeway. The brothers discussed the previous evening’s events, especially Cinderella, or Angel, as Max had referred to her. Daniel made sure he filled Christian in on all the antics he had observed with other Doms. He noted that Christian seemed to reluctantly agree with him that they had made the right move in letting her leave. However, he did make sure he pointed out how lucky they had been that Max actually knew her. Today would be very different if they had no hope of seeing Cinders again.

  “I want to redo her bedroom,” Daniel announced. “The colours we chose are all wrong for her. And I don’t like the bedding. She needs something more, something reflective of her beauty and sassy attitude.”

  “Roses, I bet she likes roses,” Christian stated. “I don’t know why, I just think she would be so sexy surrounded by rose petals. I know it’s a bit cliché, but that was how I see her…surrounded by roses. Well, at least it was this morning as I wanked over the thought of her.”

  Daniel wasn’t surprised at his brother’s admission. After all, he’d done a similar thing after he got home last night, minus
the rose petal scenario, of course.

  “Ruby tones to highlight the room perhaps,” Daniel stated. “That necklace was definitely a ruby. The depth of colour indicated it wasn’t just a piece of coloured glass or crystal of some kind.”

  “We may have picked a girl with expensive taste because she had the bracelet and earrings to match that rock around her neck.” Christian added, “Not that I mind. She can have anything she wants as far as I’m concerned.”

  “Within reason,” Daniel added. “I refuse to have a sub send me broke. But I agree that it’s a good idea to spoil her. What do you suppose Max meant by ‘I don’t know much about the breakup or the Dom she had been living with’? Why would he not know much?” Max made it his business to know everything about everyone he and De associated with. All Daniel could assume was Max’s fondness for this woman had allowed him to overlook something he would otherwise insist on.

  “He did say that they hadn’t seen her much for the last three years. Maybe the guy didn’t socialise and she stayed home to please him. There could be any number of reasons.”

  Christian wasn’t overly concerned about the lack of information, but he could tell Daniel was worried.

  “I’m sure she will tell us about her past so don’t get all moody about it. Anyway, it’s the future we need to concentrate on.”

  “But Max said she didn’t talk much about home life, and the information he had about her was mostly Kink stuff. Personal information was sketchy or he didn’t know, and neither did Miss D. I find it all odd.” Daniel was frowning as he spoke.

  “Maybe you could track down her lesbian friends from last night and ask them about her.” Christian laughed as his brother glared at him.

  “That, my brother, will not be happening. I am concerned at the thought of our girl being secretive about her past. Especially with people who class her as a friend. It might make getting to know her difficult.”