An Angel Exposed [Safeword LLC 3] (Siren Publishing Sensations)

by Peyton Elizabeth

  “Payment for services rendered, huh?”

  “Hey, it’s worked for me in the past,” Chad replied, pushing off of the counter. “Although, I don’t think I’d be able to sell this one.”

  “I’d break your neck if you did,” Alec said, hoping that Chad was about to get off of his soapbox and head into the gallery. “The opening for the new artist is Friday. Is he ready?”

  “Yes. Francis Wholten. He should sell, but there are some pieces that are questionable. Speaking of showings, yours is in three weeks. You still have two pieces to round out the collection.”

  “On it,” Alec said, images of Amy’s body in various poses swimming through his head. He’d end up with more than two pieces by the time opening night came and would let Chad choose which ones he wanted for the showing. “If you’d leave me alone for more than five minutes, maybe I’d complete them.”

  “Fine.” Chad started walking toward the door. Over his shoulder, he called out, “Don’t think I’m done pissing in your oats, because I’m not.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” Alec muttered, turning and pouring himself another cup. “It’s a good thing you didn’t get a degree in psychiatry. We’d be broke.”

  “I heard that,” Chad yelled, before the door shut behind him.

  Alec shook his head, knowing that Chad cared for him as a brother and wanted to make the most of what they could potentially have with Amy. Alec wouldn’t screw this up for Chad, but most importantly, he wouldn’t fuck this up for him. For once in his life, he was ready to own a sub. He knew that own was an extreme word, but that was how he viewed it—ownership.

  Inspiration hit, the way it normally did, and Alec quietly made his way out of the kitchen and down the hallway to his studio in his bare feet. Grabbing his sketchpad and charcoals, while balancing his coffee, Alec ambled toward Amy’s bedroom door. Lying in the bed was Chad’s angel, the morning sun allowing a beam to slip through the shades and touch the skin of her abdomen. Her head lay on the plush pillow with her blonde hair framing her face and her hands above her head. The curve of her body, with the angle of one leg, was sensual in nature and created such a natural pose that Alec didn’t have to change a thing. The key to his drawing would be the golden sheet that seemed to curve itself around her belly button and drape itself half on her body, nearly covering one pale pink nipple. It seemed to have a life of its own and wanted to mark her erotic pose.

  Not wanting to disturb her before he was able to capture her vision, Alec set down his items on the dresser and crossed the room. Picking up a wooden chair, which he knew to be antique because Chad’s taste wouldn’t have it any other way, Alec set it down a foot from the bed, off toward the side. Walking back to the dresser, he fortified himself with another shot of caffeine before choosing the right charcoal. He saddled the chair, placing the sketchpad on the back in a perfect height for what he needed. Alec set to work and time slipped by.

  An hour later, Alec was still in the same place, although his drawing was complete and lay next to his chair. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of her and as Amy stirred, he saw her lashes flutter open to reveal a rare glimpse of her naïve innocence—beautiful and totally unguarded before her head filled with its usual all-consuming nonsense. He knew it took a moment for her to register that she wasn’t at home. When it hit her, Alec was pleased to hear the tiny gasp that crossed her lips. His cock stirred.

  “Good morning,” Alec murmured, resting his arms across the back of the chair and placing his chin on the back of his forearms.

  Amy’s head swung his way and he took in her sleepy smile the way he’d been drinking his coffee. She was his and he could swear he felt her narcotic presence travel through his bloodstream. Alec’s chest filled with emotion and it was all he could do not to climb in that bed with her and make his claim official. But he wouldn’t do that, at least not without discussing it with Chad.

  “Morning,” Amy replied softly.

  When she reached the sheet to cover herself, Alec simply shook his head. Amy stilled her movements and then watched his face for signs of what she should do. That pleased him, a lot. Whether it was because she’d just awoken, or she was learning slowly from last night, Amy wasn’t letting her thoughts intrude on what her body needed.

  “Stand.”

  Amy sleepily shifted until she balanced enough to stand on the bed and stood as if on a pedestal before him. Alec let his gaze skim over every inch of her body, taking in the gentle swell of her breasts and the unflawed youthful curve of her hips. He noticed that her toenails were painted a light pink, which matched the color of her lips in their natural state. With his finger, he motioned for her to turn. Amy did so without hesitation, giving him a view of her delicious backside and the natural gap between her inner thighs framing her equally pink lips. The sunlight successfully caught the liquid coating the sensitive flesh and glimmered. His mouth watered, wanting to taste her but knowing that wasn’t what she needed right now. Alec wanted to ensure that her thoughts didn’t intrude on their morning session.

  “Open your nightstand and show me what you find.”

  Amy knelt and closed the distance between her and the drawer. Sliding it open, Alec smiled when he heard another hiss of air pass her lips. She reached in and pulled out a medium-size butt plug, along with the tube of lube he’d stuck in there, but his gut feeling was saying he wouldn’t need much added lubrication. The moisture from her pussy would be more than enough to help. Amy held it up for his inspection. He already knew the pinkish color would contrast beautifully with the black and white oil paints he’d planned to use.

  “I’ve gotten another idea for a painting, so you’ve got twenty minutes to shower and be in my studio with your new toy in hand. Leave the lube. We won’t be needing any.”

  Alec waited to leave the room while she laid the plug on the mattress and placed the lube back in the nightstand. When she turned and connected her gaze to his, he saw the excitement in Amy’s eyes at adding something additional to their scenes. If he had his way, she’d never lose that elation. The world was an open canvas just waiting to be filled in. Each day, he and Chad would add something new or change the dynamics to keep her wanting more.

  “Alec, Sir?”

  The words coated his soul as if she’d just tipped a bottle of molasses over him. Alec raked his hand through his hair and cocked his brow, wondering what she would ask. Had he waited too long and now her doubts regarding their relationship were creeping back in? Maybe he should talk to Chad about confronting Josh and Tyler before their two months were up. At least that way, they wouldn’t have such a dreaded confrontation hanging over their heads.

  “Yes, Amy?”

  “Where’s Master Chad?”

  Alec smirked. “What? Are you afraid to be alone with me?”

  “No, Sir. I just wanted to bid him good morning as well.”

  “He had to run into the gallery, but he’ll be home by mid-afternoon. Hopefully, you won’t be too tired for him this evening.” He knew the implication that he might wear her out would keep her unbalanced. “You now have nineteen minutes.”

  Chapter Five

  Eighteen minutes later, Amy walked into Alec’s studio clutching the menacing monster plug. At least, that’s how she thought of it. Although her body might be a virgin in the sense of never having experienced BDSM, not that she was an actual virgin, Amy’s thoughts and fantasies knew what to expect. But did they have to start off with such a massive plug? She’d never had anything back there and her only other sexual partner finished shortly after he began. Ever since she’d laid eyes on this object of dread in the drawer, her ass hadn’t stopped puckering.

  “Right on time,” Alec said, unscrewing a lid from a jar full of black paint. “I realize that your body must feel on edge after not having received release last night, but if you can remain still for me for a couple of hours, I’ll see what I can do about that.”

  The promise of receiving an orgasm at his hands made Amy realize she’d hold st
ill for the entire day if he’d asked her. She wasn’t going to tell him that though. Amy had waited such a long time to have this in her life that she was afraid what would happen when they told Josh and Tyler. She immediately dispelled the thought of her brothers, knowing Alec would pick up on her train of thought. Amy wouldn’t think about them—she wouldn’t.

  “I’d like that, Sir.”

  Alec gestured toward the area where they had her last night, which was when she noticed a black wedge underneath the lone golden beam from the light above. It was high and curved, but then sloped down toward the ground. On either side of where she knew her ankles would be, two steel hooks had been embedded into the hardwood floor. Had they always been there, or had Alec just installed them?

  “Remove your robe and position yourself over the wedge.”

  Amy’s pussy quivered at his order. She took a deep breath, knowing the position he wanted her to take would expose her to his viewing pleasure along with the stroke of his brush capturing her core. There was something about having a man look at her that heightened her senses. It was hard to describe, but it made her adrenaline surge as she felt exhilarated and desired. Was this painting just for him or would this work of her be put on display at the gallery? Maybe even the club.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Still gripping the plug tightly, she let her robe slip over her shoulders and down to her elbows. Removing the sheer material, Amy hung it on a hook by the door. Taking a deep breath, she turned and saw that Alec’s gaze was resting on her slender hips. Heat suffused over her skin, like the warmth from the light last night.

  “Position, please.”

  Amy convinced her legs to move and quickly found herself kneeling over the wedge. Alec knelt beside her, placing his large hand on the small of her back. Pressing ever so slightly, he leaned her forward until her body was draped over the warm black leather. Immediately, the temperature of the light touched her skin as if she was being submerged in hot water.

  “Spread your legs farther apart.” Amy complied, feeling the heat on her exposed crevice. Alec went to work on wrapping fur-lined cuffs around her ankles and attaching them to the hooks in the floor, which only managed to widen her knees. Her pussy needed something to grab ahold of, but she knew that it was her ass that was about to receive the wide implement. When Alec reached for the plug, she had a hard time loosening her fingers from the glass, which is what she assumed it was made of. “From your application, you’ve never experienced a plug. To make it easier for you to accept, I’m going to take my time and ensure you that want it so badly, you ask me for it.”

  “Sir? I don’t think—”

  “Good. We established you shouldn’t think while you’re under my care and within a scene. I’d say we’re off to a good start.” Amy was startled when she felt the smooth glass run across her labia. “While your pussy is feeling full, there is one more thing that I am going to need for my painting. I want your ass to be as pink as this toy.”

  With one hand, Alec slowly started to insert the plug into her pussy. Her juices that were now freely flowing assisted in his endeavor. His other hand caressed the warm skin of her backside. Did he mean that he was going to spank her until he was satisfied with the color of her ass?

  Whack!

  “Oh!”

  Amy heard the slap before she felt the fire heat up her right cheek in a totally different range of heat. It spread rapidly and much to her amazement, her pussy answered by grabbing the glass plug like a fist. Needing something to hold on to and having her hands free, Amy curled her fingers around the edge of the mat. She was astonished to find that she wanted more fire and held her breath, waiting and praying for more.

  Whack!

  Her left cheek felt the singe and Amy closed her eyes, savoring the sensations. Alec pulled the plug out and then thrust it slowly back in, her pussy liking the swell in the middle of the toy. When it reached the base and her muscle practically closed in on itself, Alec would draw it back out, widening her pussy. At the widest juncture, he brought his hand back down.

  Whack!

  “Sir, please.” Amy hadn’t meant to say those words, as they just popped out, but she needed something more. Anything more.

  “You’ll have to ask for it better than that,” Alec replied, rapidly bringing his hand down several times in a row until she was shifting on the wedge. It wasn’t enough to be so spread open and have such a little thing in her pussy. Had she just thought little? Oh my. Her body was so tightly strung, she wasn’t sure anything could really fill her at this point. “Your ass is now the perfect shade. Would you like to ask me something now?”

  “Please, Sir,” Amy murmured, having tucked her mouth into the inside of her arm. “I want the plug.”

  “You have the plug inside of you already.”

  “I want the plug in my ass, Sir.”

  “You’re saying what you want, but I’m not hearing you ask for it,” Alec said in a stern tone that immediately produced more cream to leak around the plug inside her pussy. “I’m starting to think you really don’t want to experience anal play.”

  “I do, Sir, I do,” Amy cried out. “Please, Sir, would you please put my butt plug in my ass?”

  “Anyone home?”

  Amy immediately stopped gyrating her hips and held still. Did she just hear what she thought she heard? Her heart started to race and a light perspiration that had little to do with the light shining down on her broke out over her skin. It wasn’t Chad’s voice she heard, but James’s voice. Panic started to settle in and she started to rethink her fantasies of exhibition.

  “Sir, my robe,” Amy whispered. “It’s on the hook.”

  “Why, yes it is,” Alec replied, humor lacing his agreement. “And it’s a good place for it, if you ask me. James, we’re in my studio.”

  Alec chose that moment to remove the plug from her pussy and place the tip at her anus. Wanton need took over and her body betrayed her by shifting her hips upwards in acceptance. What am I doing, Amy thought in mortification. She heard footsteps enter the room and knew that it wasn’t only her ass that was pink. Her entire body felt flushed.

  “It’s good to see you, James.”

  “Good morning. I see that my charge is doing rather well today.”

  “Yes, she is,” Alec answered, inching the plug inside of her gradually. Amy’s breathing had become shallow as she tried to concentrate on the conversation, yet the stimuli that her body was receiving overshadowed everything. James was watching and she found that it excited her just as much as her fantasies did revolving around walking into a room full of people with just a collar on. “Would you like to watch as she experiences her first plug?”

  Please say no. Please say yes. This tantalizing exhibition was confusing her. Her body wanted James to watch as Alec made her accept his toy, yet her mind was trying to tell her it was wrong. Her body won out as Alec pushed the plug farther inside of her ass, stretching the tight ring. Was it supposed to burn like that? She bit the inside of her arm to keep from crying out.

  “I think I can manage to spare a few minutes.”

  James was staying. She felt the heat of his gaze watching her sphincter expand around the pink toy. Amy clawed her fingernails into the black leather, trying to relax her body, but found it was impossible. The toy was simply too big.

  “James, can you throw me the tube that’s on the counter? I originally thought her cream would be enough, but she’s tighter than I thought.”

  “My pleasure,” James replied, humor lacing his tone.

  Within seconds, she felt something cool being dripped over the plug and her sphincter. Her anus responded with a spasm. The sting had morphed into flames.

  “Amy, push out.”

  “I can’t, Sir,” Amy replied, struggling for air as the burn intensified.

  Whack!

  “Those words are to never cross your lips, do you understand me, Amy?” The displeasure was evident in his voice and Amy felt like crying. She hadn’t me
ant to disappoint him, but why couldn’t he see that the plug wasn’t going to fit? “I won’t tell you again. Push out.”

  Amy felt her eyes sting as her vision blurred from the tears. James was witnessing this and it was too much to handle, yet she knew that Alec wasn’t about to let her get away with such an ill-mannered attitude. Gathering what energy she had left, Amy arched her lower back and pushed out. The widest part of the plug slid inside of her ass and the base snapped snuggly against her crevice. The burning didn’t diminish, but it was tolerable.

  “I can see that you’ll need to work on her before taking her to The Point,” James said. “I’m sure between you and Chad, you’ll have her submitting in a graceful manner before attending the next Order function as well.”

  Order? What was the Order and why was it important she submit properly? Amy quickly amended her thoughts, feeling as if she’d disappointed Alec again. She should always submit to them, she thought guiltily, regardless of how she felt about things. It was easier to trust them than it would be men she didn’t know. They wouldn’t steer her wrong and would make sure whatever decision they made was in her best interest. Any questions she may have had flew out the window when a small vibration kicked on within the butt plug.

  “I didn’t realize that we had our work cut out for us. She did so well last night, but I’ll let Chad handle today’s infraction.”

  “Hmmm, he does like the use of his cane, now doesn’t he?” Amy heard James’s shoes click on the hardwood as he turned to leave. Cane? Had he said cane? She’d only witnessed one scene with a cane and it wasn’t anything she wanted to experience. “I suggest a daily count of infractions and have Chad administer one strike for each. It did wonders for Hunter’s sub.”

  “I’ll forward your recommendation, James. Thanks for stopping by.”

  “Oh, believe me, the pleasure is all mine,” James replied, his enjoyment obvious. Amy felt another hot flash extend over her flesh. Was he taking one last look at her? Could he see the juices covering the inside of her thighs from having him witness her having her asshole stretched? “Enjoy.”