Chapter 121: Krispin
Matt and Stephon had called me in the morning and let me know their plane was landing at three. They were two of my original band members. They hadn't fallen as far or as hard as I had, but they had struggled to put it behind them, too. They drank a beer now and then, but our drink- and drug-induced coma days were far away.
I loved these guys.
We ate a light meal and played music in my room until seven. I gave them a few riffs of what I was working on and they picked up the beat and added a few twists. Blood Rights had some of the best musicians in the business. Though I wrote most of the songs, these two helped with the music. They looked rough, but their hearts were pure gold. Angela would love them when she had time to see beneath their tatted outer layers.
I told them about her. Not everything, but enough for them to know I was serious. They didn't question the strength of my feelings or how quickly they had come about. They only offered support.
They were really here to play in the club so we headed over after the sun went down. It was crowded again but as soon as my eyes fell on Angela I felt the calm wash over me. She took our order, flirted, and caused Matt and Stephon to fall in love like I knew they would. After she walked away, we talked about our next concert but I got antsy and couldn't resist approaching Angela for a quick bit of my own flirting.
I knew Lydia was watching and appreciated that she gave me a few minutes alone before interrupting.
I rejoined my friends and let them finish their beers before leaving the bar area to find Nicole. The guys would treat her well and give a little double lovin'. It wasn't my thing but the two rarely enjoyed a woman separately.
I had avoided the club over the past few days, only seeing Angela in the mornings, but my dominant side ached for her. Not her pain, just her gentle submission. The thought of warming up her ass with my hand was all I thought I could handle. Walking from scene to scene, I killed a little time by watching, learning, and gathering ideas. BDSM was not always about pain and not always about sex. I knew the number one rule, and after safe, sane, and consensual, there really were no rules. Everyone found their own way and celebrated their own kink. I wanted to celebrate with Angela but dreaded I wouldn't be enough for her.
Damian worked at the last scene area and I stayed to watch. He used a flogger on a voluptuous older woman with large breasts and a nice ass. By the marks striping her ass, legs, and upper back, he wasn't using soft leather. He finished the scene after a short conversation with the woman and ten more strikes with the flogger. Running his hands reverently over the marks left on her body, he offered continuous words of praise before unstrapping her from the St. Andrews Cross. She dutifully followed him to the couch slightly hidden from the scene area. I walked closer to watch and listen.
Damian sat down and told her to go to her knees. I couldn't hear everything but saw him reach forward and place his hand behind her neck. She laid her head on his lap and her body relaxed completely while he smoothed her hair and continued to speak. His words accented the beauty of her submission. She was at least ten years older than him and didn't have the classic figure of the subs Damian could easily surround himself with, but I had no doubt he cared for this woman. The arrogance I usually associated with him was gone. Lydia changed Damian for the better, and I was hoping she could help to change me.
A little before midnight, I checked on my friends. They were heading back to their suite with Nicole. She was on cloud nine with the boys floating beside her.
My attention turned to Angela. She looked tired. I started walking in her direction and then stopped when Lydia stepped in front of me.
"Do you trust me, Krispin?"
"Yes, I do."
"Then stop worrying. Angela gives her heart too easily and she needs guidance. The men she falls for crush her spirit and give back the pieces minus large chunks. Somehow she regains all but small portions. When she gives you her heart, I want it kept intact. Tonight, I want you touching, feeling, and understanding exactly what she needs. You'll do great."
"I'm glad you have faith in me."
"If you do well, I'll let you handle her aftercare. That's not an easy thing for me. Now, let's get started."
We walked over to Angela and I watched as her entire persona changed. She no longer looked tired as her head dropped in submission to her Mistress. She followed the directions given and stored her shoes behind the bar before following Lydia to a back room. It wasn't the room with the shower, though this one did have its own bathroom. I looked at the ring hanging from the ceiling and then looked to Angela. She watched me from the corner of her eye and smiled slightly while Lydia's back was turned.
"Clothes off, Little Bird."
Angela followed the order and removed her uniform, folding each piece before laying them to the side. Her slender body was so different from the woman Damian had worked with earlier. Angela was thin, with small breasts. Her well-toned figure showed off gentle curves.
"Walk over to the ring and hold it with your hands. Legs spread."
I watched her take ahold of the eye-level ring. Lydia hit a switch and the ring rose higher until Angela's arms stretched above her head. My balls tightened, and my cock hardened.
"Krispin, you can take your shirt and pants off or leave them on. Tonight is not the time for your first kiss with my sub but your lips can touch anywhere else. No penetration but anything else goes. I plan to work her thighs and ass, so please keep your hands to the front of her body. Do you have any questions?"
I didn't think I could get a word out, but managed to croak, "No."
"Then please help support my little bird. I'm not securing her hands and expect you to help her stay upright."
Lydia walked to the side of the room as I stepped closer to Angela.
"Are you okay?" I had to ask.
Her eyes darted to her mistress.
"He can talk to you and you may answer. I want you leaning on him tonight. Do you have any questions?"
"No, Mistress." She looked at me with nothing but trust. "I'm fine, Krispin, and I'm ready."
Music flooded the room. It was one of my earlier albums and Angela smiled.
"Your music turns me on." Her voice was music to my ears.
Lydia walked behind Angela holding a four-foot single tail whip.
Lydia's next words startled me.
"I would appreciate you putting these on my naughty sub." Lydia's hands held out two plastic clothespins. I knew they were painful and gave Lydia a questioning look.
"She thought it was funny when my precious munchkin took a bite out of me at breakfast."
"Ouch."
"Exactly. If you place the pins further down the nipple it doesn't smart as much. I can do it if you'd rather, but I won't be as gentle."
I attached the pins myself. Angela's eyes watered but she remained quiet.
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