Once satisfied, she headed back to her flat and went to her wardrobe, getting out her black PVC mini-dress and footwear. She cleaned and polished the dress and footwear and laid them out. Angel prepared her makeup on her dressing table, getting everything ready. She had a number of different ‘faces’ she applied for different occasions. Today was an occasion for her dominatrice face, heavy on the mascara and smoky eyes, and with a slash of red lipstick. Gillian and Greg would soon find out she wasn’t the average woman they were dealing with, but Angel, the manager of Desires. Her blood pumped fast around her body. Taking any of their shit was not on the menu for today. She hoped Gillian was aware of what she had put herself and her husband up for. Angel was not going to roll over and play dead and take their crap—this girl had attitude and certainly wasn’t standing for any shit.
Angel walked back to her office. She rang Gillian’s room to make sure she was still happy about later. Of course she was, much to Angel’s annoyance.
“I am still waiting for my husband,” she informed Angel.
Angel called reception as soon as she ended the call with Gillian. “Hi, Angel,” she heard Bailey say.
“Can you text me as soon as Mr. Matthews arrives,” she said, feeling the pit of her stomach churning. The sooner they got started, the sooner it would be over.
“Of course.”
Angel took a bath, examining her pussy in a magnifying mirror. She’d only had a wax the other day so it was still smooth. She plucked out a couple of hairs they’d missed, but on the whole she was happy. Once dry, she sat at her dressing table. She straightened her hair before applying the dark dramatic makeup, carefully blending grey and purple eye shadow, then applying black mascara and thick black eyeliner. Her lips were full and luscious and the deep red lipstick she applied next made them look positively sinful.
Angel put on her clothes, a pair of hold-up fishnets and the black PVC microdress with a zipper all the way down the front. She stood in front of the mirror, lifting and arranging her breasts and pulling the zipper partly down to create maximum cleavage. Then came the footwear—thigh-high, buckled black boots with towering spike heels. She wanted the Matthews to feel intimidated by her—she needed to put the point across to them that she wasn’t easy and meant business.
She admired her body in the full-length mirror, staring hard into her own eyes. Angel squinted her eyes to make them look evil and thinned her lips, then smiled, pleased with the effect.
Angel collected her personal equipment, her favourite cat o’ nine tails, and fragranced oil, placing them in her black bag along with her lace handcuffs.
Her mobile buzzed. She picked it up and read the text. Greg Matthews has just arrived.
Angel inhaled a deep breath and cleared her throat before calling Gillian’s room.
“Hello, it’s Angel. What time would you like to begin?” she asked.
“About twenty minutes,” came the curt reply.
Angel gave Gillian the room number so they all could meet there. She picked up her little bag and left the office, slowly walking through the reception area where Shannon and Bailey were still working hard. They both shot sympathetic smiles at her. For the first time since her first experiences here at Desires she was nervous, knots in her tummy, heart racing, feeling sick to the core. The thought of having sex with that couple disgusted her, and she’d had sex with a lot of different people. She sighed, wishing there was another solution. But she had to face this, regardless of her own wishes, if only for Desires and its reputation.
She drew herself up. It was nothing she didn’t expect from her staff—they had to have sex with people they weren’t necessarily attracted to. If they could do it…
She made her way to the room, strutting her stuff, practising her evil and bitchy look. She arrived at the bedroom door and paused, her hand on the door handle. Were they here already? Only one way to find out. She opened the door and entered the room. It smelled lovely—the scent of the fragranced candles had filled the large space, but it was still subtle, not overpowering. The room was unoccupied and she blew out a breath of relief. She sat on the dark brown leather sofa, waiting for the dreaded couple.
Angel allowed herself to think of Desires, wondering if everything else in the building was running okay, hating not being in control. Shannon had covered before when she was on holiday or on her days off, normally a Tuesday, the quietest day of the week after the long weekenders had gone. Desires was always open, seven days a week. Some couples used Desires as a holiday destination. For that, they got a good package deal, room, facilities, pool, full use of all facilities if they booked all-inclusive, or they could just book the room and pay for extras, depending on what the couple or individual needed. Desires had all the daily issues of a major hotel and leisure centre as well as a sex club.
She looked at the clock—they would be arriving shortly. She went into the bathroom to check herself over once more in the full-length mirrors that lined the room. She turned around, looking at her rear over her shoulder. Her bottom was rounded and pert. Angel pouted her lips and narrowed her eyes. The Matthews were not going to know what had hit them.
A knock came at the door. Angel took her time walking over, checking the room as she walked through. She stood before the closed door, counting slowly to five before opening it. Gillian entered the room immediately, barging past her. Greg followed, catching Angel’s eyes and nodding slightly in greeting.
Unexpectedly, Gillian was dressed in jeans and a shirt, not looking sexy in the slightest. She was a middle-aged woman, tall, thin, not pretty at all. Her husband was in his late forties. His dark hair was clearly dyed as it had that deep solid tone about it, and there was not a speck of grey. He had a medium built body with the beginnings of a paunch which she could see clearly through the black mesh shirt which was all he was wearing, apart from the black thong which barely covered his genitals.
Angel prided herself on being non-judgemental. All sorts of people used the facilities of Desires. Some of them were attractive, some less so. Just because someone was unattractive, didn’t mean they couldn’t have or enjoy sex. But, although she often enjoyed herself with the club members, she only picked those she found attractive. This pair, she did not. She forced a smile.
“How are you both?” Angel asked.
“Fine, thank you,” answered Gillian. She went over to the armchair and dragged it closer to the bed, before taking a seat. Greg went over to the bed and sat on the edge facing his wife. He stared down at the wooden floor.
Angel watched Gillian’s eyes flicking around the room. She prepared herself for a comment. She stood tall. “Is everything all right?”
“Yes, it is fine. There is my husband—do as you please with him,” Gillian said.
“Are you not joining us?” Angel asked, unsure if she understood the situation.
“No, I would like you to have sex with him as I watch.”
Angel was surprised and a little annoyed. She had expected a threesome—Gillian never mentioned that she would not be participating.
“Certainly,” was all she said. Greg glanced at her, then back at the floor. She thought quickly, deciding to stay with the theme she had planned. “The safe word is ‘velvet’. If there is anything you’re not happy with, just say that word and I will stop.” He gave a tiny nod. “Respond to me as Mistress,” she commanded.
“Yes, Mistress,” came the whispered response.
Angel went over to the dressing table where she had placed her accessories. She stared at the wall, pissed off, annoyed that Gillian would be just watching the whole event. Maybe she was planning on getting involved later. Putting on her Mistress face, she took hold of her whip, grasping it firmly in her hand. She spun around seeing Greg staring at her. The second he noticed her look at him, he dropped his gaze to the floor again. Angel scowled. She was going to show these two she was not to be messed with.
She whacked the whip down in the palm of her left hand, making a cracking sound. Greg
flicked a glance up at her from beneath his lowered lashes. She began to stalk toward him. His face altered with excited anticipation.
“I want you to talk exceptionally dirty to him,” Gillian interjected.
Angel rolled her eyes discreetly. So much for her being in charge! She wished it were Gillian she was about to abuse. She would enjoy calling her all the names she could think of.
Angel made harsh eye contact with Greg, putting her hands on her hips. The whip cords dangled at her waist as she decided on what she was going to do with this person who needed punishment. Greg’s eyes were wide open.
“Take off your thong, slave!” she ordered him.
Wordlessly he obeyed, standing up to slide the black thong down his legs and dropping it on the floor before taking a seat again on the edge of the bed. His balls dangled between his thighs, his erect cock out of sight, hidden by his belly as he crouched in a submissive posture on the edge of the bed. His legs were white and hairy. Angel suppressed a revolted shudder. She slapped the whip against the top of her boot, scowling at him. His eyes widened with semi-fearful anticipation. She took a step closer to Greg, who watched her. She licked her lips slowly and deliberately, rolling her tongue around the luscious scarlet pillows.
Angel moved closer, towering above him. He lifted his head, timorously meeting her eyes. She glared down her nose at him, filling her eyes with scorn and disgust. It wasn’t difficult.
“I hear you have been a very naughty boy.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he replied, his gaze flicking to her feet.
“In fact, I hear you’ve been quite disgusting. You need to be punished, pig.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he replied once again.
“Climb on the bed and get on all fours,” she commanded him.
Angel found it easier to pretend Gillian was not in the room. Greg immediately responded, clambering onto the bed, then turning onto his hands and knees, thrusting his bottom in mid-air. It was as white and hairy as his legs. His genitals dangled between his thighs and his asshole lay puckered and on display between his skinny cheeks. Angel moved behind him. His bottom tensed, preparing for the whip.
She lifted the cat and lashed it down across his bottom cheeks. A red mark sprouted across his bottom where the whip had landed. Angel allowed herself to smile. Again she raised the whip and brought it down, forcing him to lunge forward with the force. A second red mark joined the first.
Next she aimed very carefully between his thighs and was rewarded by seeing the tip of the cat sting his balls, hanging helplessly. He yelped and jumped like a cat on the bed, wriggling up the bed away from her.
“How dare you try to get away,” Angel hissed. “Get back here and take your punishment, dog!”
“Sorry, Mistress,” Greg gasped, crawling backward to return to his position, and burying his head in his arms. Angel wondered for a second if she had gone too far, but he hadn’t said the safe word. Angel hit his testicles a few times, enjoying listening to his cries.
“Is there something the matter?” she said in a harsh voice.
“No, Mistress,” he replied in an anxious answer.
She placed the butt end of the whip on his genitals, running it up and down. Angel watched his bottom muscles tighten up, obviously apprehensive as to what her next move would be. She moved around to the side of the bed. Greg turned his head around to look at her, his eyes pools of anxiety. She narrowed her lips.
Angel placed the tails of the cat on his spine, trailing them from the crack of his bottom up to his neck. “What am I going to do with you?” she asked, shaking her head and going for a disappointed look.
She glanced over to Gillian seeing her sitting and watching, looking bored. Angel looked back at Greg who was holding position on all fours, waiting for her next command. She trailed the whip back down to his arse, then pulled it back suddenly, giving him a hard lash with every ounce of strength in her arm. He yipped like a whipped puppy as Angel put her wrist into action, bringing the whip down several times more, as hard as she could.
“Crawl up to the top of the bed,” she demanded when her arm eventually became tired. He moved immediately. “Lie down on your back,” she commanded. He obeyed, scrambling to do her bidding.
Angel looked down at his bobbing penis, hard and erect. It was surprisingly big—the head was bulbous and purple. It looked like a long, thick mushroom waiting for her attention. Angel grabbed his right wrist, handcuffing it to the iron bed frame. Then she walked around the bed to the other side to shackle his other wrist. He lay there, vulnerable, watching her. For the first time since she had begun working with him, Angel felt a frisson of arousal. She could at least use that thick cock to pleasure herself with—she didn’t have to look at him.
Angel reached for a black hood she’d collected from the bondage room and pulled it over his face. Now he couldn’t see, so he was more vulnerable, and she didn’t have to look at his ugly face. She smiled to herself then picked up the cock ring she’d brought, sliding it up his penis and settling it snugly. She got her leather whip again, placing the tassel on his genitals and running them up and down his groin. She could hear him moaning through the hood. Then she raised the whip, swinging it through the air and hit his cock precisely on the sensitive tip. He screamed and writhed on the bed. Angel repeated her actions, enjoying the sound of the whip hitting his tender flesh.
Angel moved up his body, lashing the whip against his stomach. She pulled the mesh shirt up, revealing his naked hairy chest, whipping his chest as he continued to wail. The tip of one of the tendrils caught one of his nipples and he flinched. Angel paused for a second, but no protest came. She trailed her long fingernails along his body. His flesh goosepimpled and he lunged his lower body into the air. His cock bounced with excitement. She placed her fingertips between his thighs, opening them, and tracing her nails along his inner thighs, being sure not to touch his genitals. He thrust against her touch, and she withdrew.
Angel took a few steps away from the bed looking down at his pathetic mute pleadings. She did love to be in control of men, watching them beg and plead for the scraps of pleasure she chose to give them.
She opened the mesh shirt and gripped his nipples, twisting and pulling hard. She listened to him call out and smiled to herself. She rose from him, and inadvertently caught Gillian’s eye, seeing her glaring. What was her problem? She was doing what’s she’d asked her. Angel looked back down on Greg’s defenceless body. She took hold of the whip and slammed it against his chest and stomach, taking out her anger on the man. She held a firmer grip of the cat, holding it higher, slamming it harder down on his chest. He screamed loudly. Angel noticed Gillian moving, sitting upright in her chair.
Angel rolled the hood up to expose his mouth, then climbed on the bed, facing his feet, positioning her feet either side of his ears. She lowered her pussy down onto his face, “Stick out your tongue, you dirty boy,” she commanded. She lowered her pussy down and felt his tongue press against her labia. She caught her breath. “Lick it.” Angel widened her outer lips with her fingers, feeling Greg’s tongue flicking over her inner sex lips, enjoying those first gentle touches. “Faster!”
His tongue glided harder and faster across her labia, lapping at her like a dog. She pushed her pussy down, not caring if she was suffocating him. He could say the safe word if she was really doing it too much. His tongue pushed into her vagina, then out again. “Lick my clit!” she ordered him, lifting her pussy up slightly and moving so he could accommodate her wishes. Immediately, his pointed tongue flickered over her clit, tickling and teasing. She let her body collapse forward over his chest, closing her eyes and drowning in the sensations. She almost wished she hadn’t tied his hands—she could do with a couple of fingers in there right now.
His tongue paused in its attentions to her. Maybe he was getting tired. She moved her body down and off him, kneeling beside him on the bed briefly before swinging her leg back over to straddle him again, this time facing him.
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nbsp; She looked down at her breasts, bulging out over the PVC. She unzipped the dress so half her boobs were still covered but her nipples were out. She leaned forward and pushed her cleavage on his face. He widened his mouth and poked out his tongue.
“No, not yet, you dirty boy,” she commanded him. He pulled his tongue back in and lay impassive as she pressed her breasts firmly in his face, swaying her upper body, allowing both her right and left nipples to touch his lips in turn.
Angel placed her left nipple on his lips, running the bud along his lips. He involuntarily opened his mouth a touch, then clamped his lips back together again. Angel smiled. She circled her nipple around his lips, pinching it to force it to harden so it poked his mouth. She held her breasts in her hands and pushed them together, running both her buds across his lips. His mouth quivered.
“Suck it,” she commanded then, placing her right nipple on his lips.
Greg opened his mouth. He sucked like a hungry baby, pulling her nipple into his mouth. The tip of his tongue ran over the erect bud, causing her to shiver. She felt light, gentle teeth nipping and she let out a little moan, pushing her nipple farther in. She lowered her upper body farther down, watching her breast pillow out over his face. He certainly had a clever tongue. Reluctantly, she pulled her nipple gently from his mouth, before pushing her two nipples together and pressing the twin buds against his lips.
“Lick,” she commanded. Again his tongue came out and he licked both her nipples together, his tongue flicking from one to the other then lapping at them both. She groaned and shoved her left nipple at him, wanting attention on both sides. He sucked it in eagerly.
Angel threw her head back as he went to work. Her whole body responded, as the pleasure he was stimulating in her nipples built in her pussy. Greg flicked his tongue over her swollen buds, then sucked her nipple in hard, forcing a wail from her quivering body. She ground her pussy down onto his belly as he worked on her breasts, but it wasn’t enough. She needed fucking.
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