Chapter 125: Angela
Apprehension caused my slightly bratty wiggle against his groin when we entered the room. How would he handle me in this mood? I craved submission and knew my fear came from the undeniable need to know if this walking sex god would master me. Relief and an unstoppable wetness between my legs caused shivers to run across my body when his dominant side took control. He rebuked me with a firm swat on the ass, and stern fingers in my hair, as he continued to strip me naked.
After he covered my eyes with the slip of silk, my mind drifted into pleasant bliss; my subconscious was programmed for obedience.
The next touch to my body was nothing I expected: instead of warm hands, these were cold and slippery. Something - God-only-knew-what- was being slathered over my skin, but once I got past the initial shock, the sensation was not unpleasant. Still, I couldn't place the unique scent of the substance.
I finally stopped thinking all together and let his callused fingertips have their way. His whistling traveled along my senses and then he hummed. The sound thrilled over my sensitized skin; every sound coming from his delectable vocal chords turned me on. It was like a drug-induced euphoria captured my brain cells and pushed them hard into my pussy. How one man could hold such a timbre of melody when he spoke, whistled, or hummed far exceeded my understanding. I could come just from the sound of his voice.
After his hands had spread the slippery smoothness over every inch of my body, he told me to keep my eyes closed as he removed the blindfold. I stood perfectly still as his fingers delicately smoothed over my forehead, my chin, the planes and angles of my cheekbones and nose.
"Open your eyes," he commanded.
The horrifying sight that met my eyes brought me to the edge of hysterical laughter until I saw his face. The lust in his eyes was undeniable, as was his pride in his unique, puke-green, atrocious design. I was a statue of mud, but still his work of art. I might be standing there, dirty and ugly, dripping with slime, but his eyes and voice, oh his voice, made me... feel clean.
With his words, my heart melted.
Making love while covered in goo was incredibly erotic, as our bodies slipped and slithered over each other. But too quickly, the mud began to dry. As it dried, it tightened and made my skin itch, and patches of the dried green mud started to flake off into dust. I needed the shower quickly. Without thinking, I pulled away and tried to stand.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"I'm hoping Sir will let me wash his back."
"Oh, Little Bird." The rebuke in his voice unnerved me but I loved hearing the unique name Mistress gave me spilling from his lips. I managed to hold back a soft grin.
"There you go again, topping from the bottom. You've already had one orgasm but maybe your slightly damp behind needs a warm-up."
My eyes dropped but the buzz of his words quickened my heartbeat. "I'm sorry, Sir."
"No, you're not. Go to my bag and choose a paddle. Be careful and don't track mud across the floor."
The bottoms of my feet remained mud-free but I couldn't help the smears my hands left on the bag, or the paddle. I carried my punishing implement back, not quite hiding my excitement.
"You don't fool me. Maybe I can take a bit of enthusiasm from your demeanor. We'll see if you can stay on your hands and knees throughout your punishment like a good submissive."
I handed the paddle over and then took my position as directed. The plastic was slippery, not even close to being dry like some parts of my now-itchy body.
"We'll try ten and see where you are. Count for me."
He was not as hard on my ass as Mistress, but the smack was louder because of the wet mud. With each strike, the sting became a little more intense. He was learning. My breathing accelerated when the tenth strike landed. My hands and knees slipped causing me to tighten my muscles and concentrate on staying upright.
"Look at yourself."
He pulled my hair back and forced me to look in the mirror. He was standing over my calves, his pelvis above my ass.
"I love your red ass, but I want you to lie on your stomach and then roll over."
It was easy to release my knees, slide flat, and then roll between his legs. I looked up at the luscious mud-covered Adonis towering over me.
"I'm imprinting this snapshot of you on my brain." The sexiness of his words accelerated my breathing even more.
"You're weird, Sir." His weirdness made me feel wicked, dirty, and sensuous, all at the same time. I could only imagine how strange the flash of my white teeth must look surrounded by this avocado green mud.
"I know, but you've made every girl mud-wrestling fantasy I've ever had come true." His eyes smoldered.
His hands dropped to mine and then he pulled, bringing me to my feet. "I want you washing my cock and then taking it in your hot, snappy mouth."
I barely remembered the last time I was in this shower. Then, I didn't appreciate the dual shower heads or the bench seat.
We used soap and slowly lathered every inch of the other's body. His breathing grew ragged by the time the drain swallowed the last of the mud. I, Angela, fucked up mental case, felt the power of shattering this man's control. He saw me-just me-and for the first time that I could remember, I felt beautiful.
He directed me to the bench seat and placed his palms flat against the tiled wall above my head. His cock jutted before my eyes; erect, large, and incredible. I licked drops of water from my lips in anticipation and watched his hunger intensify.
"Take me deep." He said on a groan, focusing on my mouth.
I was his to command and I worshiped his cock; learning every ridge, every sweet spot that made him groan, and each move that drove him crazy. My hands slipped over his ass, digging in, and feeling the powerful muscles harden beneath my grasp. Finally, his hands tangled in my hair holding me while he fucked my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I took all of him, knowing I was made for this, made for him. My power became his.
The muscles beneath my hands bunched further, and an animal moan tore from his chest. Hot spurts of semen shot down my throat and I swallowed with relish. My fingers and tongue squeezed and licked every last bit of cum from his cock. His hips shuddered long and hard then the taut skin in my hands relaxed and he collapsed to his knees. Pulling me from the bench, my now-limp body cushioned against his as we let the water spray over our sensitized flesh.
He was perfect.
He was more.
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