Chapter 124: Krispin

Not touching below the neck was impossibly erotic. Angela's lips, coated with her unique silk, tasted more exquisite than the finest sweet liquor. She was a drug, and I was high on her.
I pulled a hair's breadth away. "Put your finger back in your pussy. I want my mouth on yours when you come."
I sucked at her mouth, pulled her lower lip with my teeth, and used my tongue to fuck the only way I could at the moment. She squirmed and sighed against my lips. Her hand was moving faster and her hips lifted from the seat.
"No, keep your ass pushed against the leather." My answer was her vibrating groan in my mouth. Her breathing picked up and I knew she was close. "Come for me, baby." I bit her a little harder and then slid my tongue deep.
She screamed around my mouth and I deepened the kiss until her hips stopped thrusting against her hand. When her breathing was under control, I kissed the side of her nose. "It's time to go. I can't take much more. When we get back, I'm going to kill your Mistress."
"Emm, I like that thought."
"I love a bloodthirsty woman. Do you have tomorrow off?"
"Yes."
"Will you do a scene with me tomorrow night?"
"If we kill my Mistress, I can do scenes with you every night."
"Don't worry, I'll get her permission, or geld her husband."
"Why should Damian suffer?"
"She'll suffer more."
"I guess you're right."
"I'm taking you home now or we'll never make it."
"Thank you for tonight."
I kissed her one last time before jumping into the driver's seat.
We entered the outer foyer of the penthouse. "You know there are cameras watching us?"
"Yes."
"Move backward and stop when you feel the wall against your back."
When her back made solid contact, my hands landed on either side of her head. Only my lips touched hers. I wanted Angela to fall asleep thinking about this kiss and so much more.
***
I knocked at her door at six a.m. When she answered, I wrapped her in my arms and kissed her for everything she was worth. My cock was on fire by the time I finally pulled away.
"Are you trying to get me in trouble with Mistress?" Her breathing was fast and ragged.
"The rules only pertained to our date. This morning is a new day and a new set of rules. Come on, I'm starving." I took her hand and didn't let go.
Downstairs in the restaurant, we sat in a back corner booth and I fed her from both our plates while the fingers of my right hand caressed hers.
"I need to finish a song today. Can you keep busy until tonight?"
"Sure, I need exercise. These breakfasts have caused me to put on five pounds."
"Each pound looks wonderful on you." I kissed her cheek when the blush crept up from her neck.
"But five pounds will turn into to ten and go from there." She was smiling now.
"And each pound will be lovely."
"I'll remind you a few months from now that you said that."
"I look forward to it. Now let's go. I need to work."
***
I spoke with Lydia and got her approval though I refused to tell her what I planned.
"Trust me," I said.
"I do trust you," Lydia said, "but only because you know Samson, my Rottweiler, can tear off your cock in one snap."
"The red hair must make you bloodthirsty, but I understand your warning. She'll be fine."
I was nervous but ready when Lydia brought her into the club. I tried not to stare like a lovesick, sex-starved teenager but I wasn't expecting what she wore. It was a steel corset that dripped sex. Steel cuffs circled her wrists, while another, attached to a leash, encircled her throat; a black leather skirt completed the outfit. She left me breathless and my cock rock-hard.
I touched her chin and tipped her head up. "You're stunning."
"Thank you. Mistress had this made for me a few months ago and told me we were saving it for a special occasion."
I looked at Lydia and she winked. "I saw you admire William's cock cage your first night at the club and the corset is from the same designer. I like metal."
"Comparing the cock cage to this is criminal."
"It depends on your perspective." She placed the leather leash in my hand and Angela into my keeping.
"I'll do my best to keep it in one piece but I make no promises." I glimpsed over to Angela and saw trepidation cross her face. I wanted her worried, and a little confused.
Damian had helped me acquire what I needed. And, luckily for me, he didn't ask too many questions.
I took Angela into that same far back room where she had screamed in the shower. For what I planned, we needed the shower, and this room needed to have the ghosts removed from my mind and hers.
She looked around, her eyes resting on the clear painter's cloth covering the center floor area.
"Remove everything but the wrist cuffs."
Huge eyes looked back at me but I didn't try to settle her nerves. I wanted her off balance and at my mercy.
"Can you help me, Sir?"
"My pleasure."
The corset tied in the back and she turned. I slowly ran my hands over her shoulders, down her arms, and then grasped her hips to stop her ass from its provocative wiggle. She pushed back into me.
"You're a wicked girl but me, inside you, isn't on the immediate agenda." I moved her away landing a solid swat to her behind and smiled when I heard her little sigh of pain and frustration. "I won't be topped from the bottom. Trying will only delay your orgasms longer than I planned but I promise I won't suffer the same problem. So, let's try this again."
My hands were no longer gentle. I sank my fingers into her hair and held her still while my other hand worked the laces. "Put your hands above your head." The corset perfectly molded her body and the craftsmanship was impeccable. It was almost a crime to take it off. "Remove the rest of your clothes."
"Yes, Sir."
I walked over to the far wall and placed the metal gently on the counter.
Turning, I admired her lithe frame awaiting my next command. I grabbed a hair tie, pins, and red silk scarf from the counter and walked back over. Without a word, I began braiding her hair and then pinned it to the top of her head. The silk scarf was next and I adjusted it so her world went dark. "Don't move."
I made her wait while I arranged the items I needed. This wouldn't be a quick process and I wanted everything in place before I began. Removing my clothes, I stacked them next to hers. I whistled softly while I organized what I needed.
Finally, I rested my hands at the top of her arms and leaned in close to whisper in her ear. "I'm moving you to the center of the room." The plastic crinkled when I led her to the center of my work area.
The room also came equipped with an overhead ring. I lifted her hands and secured her cuffs to the ring above her head. "Spread your legs shoulder width apart." I stood back to admire my handy work. I walked away and turned on music. It wasn't mine but it fit the mood. I kept it low because I didn't want it overshadowing my voice when I spoke. I moved the two buckets closer and then lifted the large Cheval mirror and brought it into the play area. I was about to touch every inch of her body and planned to watch us while I worked.
"I have the heat turned up slightly in case you get cold. You will tell me if you need it warmer. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
I started at her ankles. She gasped at the first touch. The mud mixture was cold and gooey. I used my un-dirtied hand to land another blow on her bottom.
"Stay still."
She stopped moving and I hummed while I worked. The mud stuck to her body as I slowly covered every inch of skin. I applied it thickly and enjoyed playing in the mixture. When I finally made my way up to her pussy, she breathed deeply in and out with small sighs interspersed. I had let some of the mixture dry on my arm and knew as it hardened it would be slightly itchy. It wasn't the effect I wanted but I took my time painting my canvas. I coated the goo over her pussy and between her ass cheeks, watching in the mirror while I worked upward. I pinched her nipples a few times before moving to her neck and face.
"Are your eyes closed?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Keep them closed and don't open them until I tell you."
I untied the scarf and let it drop to the floor. Smoothing more goo over her face, I left her lips clean but covered the top of her nose and even dirtied her ears. When I finished, I released the cuffs.
"Hold onto the ring and don't let go." I adjusted the mirror one last time before stepping behind her and placing my hands on her breasts.
"Open your eyes."
She looked in the mirror. I could see her eyes traveling over her body and then they lifted and met mine. I moved my hands to rest between her breasts, sticky yellowish green goo dripping from my fingers.
"This is you, the woman I love. I need no outside beauty to see what's inside. I could love you like this forever."
Beneath the mud, the shock was apparent on her face. Tears slowly fell from her eyes and my slippery fingers came up and smoothed them into the mud on her cheeks.
"You covered me in baby-shit colored mud to tell me you loved me?" Her words came from quivering lips.
"I needed you to understand that my feelings were more than skin deep. Yes, your beauty attracted me but I'm around beautiful women all the time. There was something else about you that wouldn't let go. To begin a real relationship with you I need you to believe and trust in me."
Her hands released the ring and covered her face. I used my body to surround hers and slowly lowered myself to my knees with her legs on either side of mine. I took hold of her hands and removed them from her face. "Don't hide from me. Look in the mirror and watch my hands."
I lifted her slightly and put a condom over my bulging cock, and then began my exploration all over again.
Her glazed eyes watched every move I made.
I finally brought her hands up and linked them around my neck. "Lift up Angela." I positioned my cock at the entrance of her pussy, both of us covered in mud. My hands grasped her slippery hips and moved her down, feeling her heat surround me. I rocked her up and down, controlling her movements and fighting the need to ram deeply inside her. Her sighs matched my low groans as I picked up the pace and tilted my hips to grant my cock maximum entry.
"Don't close your eyes; I want to watch you come."
"Please, I'm there," she cried.
My hips pushed forward and I pulled her back into me, no longer trying to keep a rhythm.
The spasms of her inner muscles threw me over the edge and finally my cock released in a hard spurt inside the condom, deep inside heaven.