Chapter 130: Krispin
The melody floated through the room.
You can't say we're not satisfied
But Angie, Angie
You can't say we won't try
Angie you're beautiful
And it ain't time to say goodbye
Angie, I love you
It ain't time to say goodbye
As the last cord died away, I sat my guitar down and said "Thanks, guys" without ever taking my eyes off Angela. Her green orbs were looking back at me with such incredible need. I picked her up and carried her out of the building to the car. Sitting in the back with her wrapped tightly in my arms, the traffic delayed our appointment in the playroom.
Her sexy grin further ruffled my feathers. "You have no reason to complain. My pussy needs relief more than your cock."
"Oh, Little Bird, watch that mouth of yours."
"I need your mouth on me, Sir. Please?"
"Wade, can't you go any faster?" I groaned, not caring that I sounded like a petulant teenager.
"Yes, Sir," he said in a husky voice, smiling slyly at me in the rearview mirror. I decided I would kill him later.
Once at home, I dragged her into the playroom like a caveman. Most dungeons had the common theme of black leather and metal. My room was different. It was more of a kinky whorehouse and I loved the sound of Angela's laugh. Her eyes admired the corner bed covered in red velvet, with gold throw pillows, the low lighting with garish coverings, and interspersed between the medieval torture devices large red and gold pillows pushed the room to flamboyant.
"You're weird."
I didn't think I would ever get tired of hearing her tell me that.
"Clothes off!"
"Yes, Sir."
I walked over to the closet and looked over the wardrobe possibilities. Ah, this was what I wanted to see on her! A red satin corset that would push up her breasts but left them almost completely exposed. I took out a black garter belt and quickly unpackaged new black thigh highs.
"Put these on."
"Yes, Sir."
I sat down on the room's odd piece of furniture a zebra-striped chaise lounge to watch while she stripped. She put on the garters, then slipped one of the stockings over her toes and began rolling them slowly up her leg. She peered at me coyly, making my cock jerk to attention, as she repeated the process on the other leg, finally snapping the garters to the top of the stockings.
She walked to me and turned, giving me a breathtaking view of the sexiest ass I'd ever seen. I wanted to fuck her right then, but instead I grabbed the laces of the corset. I gave them a good hard jerk, nearly pulling her off balance. God, she was fucking hot.
"Go over to the parallel bar, face me, and grab it." The positioned bar was a few inches above her head.
I removed my clothes and then began jacking myself off. I wanted her to watch. Before I spewed over the floor, I grabbed my t-shirt and came in the soft material. She licked her pouty lips.
"Don't worry, you'll get some later," I smiled, "but I needed to take the edge off."
"I could have taken the edge off." Her sulky voice caused me to smile again.
"It's not up to you. You'll only get fucked or fuck me when I say so."
The pout increased. "Yes, Sir."
She craved my control just as I craved her surrender. I removed wrist cuffs from a drawer and then moved in close to her body. "Bring your arms down."
I attached the cuffs to her wrists, and then attached them to the bar. I grabbed the wooden sawhorse and moved it under her pussy, so she straddled the wooden pony, causing her to go to her toes. The wood resting against her pink folds was half an inch thick, and wasn't comfortable for long periods of time. I hadn't used more than a paddle for too long but I was finally feeling comfortable in knowing Angela's pain limits. I picked up a wide strap and doubled it. "This is going to hurt."
"Yes, Sir."
"I'll begin with ten. Count."
I didn't give her time to answer, just swung the strap so it landed against the center of her ass cheeks. She went up higher on her toes before coming down and then going up again to relieve the pressure on her pussy.
"One."
I swung again.
"Two."
She was breathing hard, trying to take the pain I applied to her ass with slowly increasing force. She also needed relief from the bite to her pussy. It wasn't comfortable to rub against the wood to get off. My arm rose again.
"Three!" There was a slight squeal on the end of the word.
We made it to ten and I pulled her head back, softly kissing her delectable lips. "Between one and five, where are you?"
"Three."
"Three after only ten?"
"It's the wood. It hurts."
"Can you take ten more?"
"Yes."
And she did. I licked the tears streaming from her face and whispered in her ear. "You taste wonderful when you cry."
"Thank you, Sir."
"Does your pussy hurt?"
"Yes, Sir."
I unclipped her arms and laid her on her back on a low padded bench. I parted her legs.
"Keep them still for me, Little Bird."
I thoroughly lubed a long strand of white pearls and began to hum. I missed this; the intensity of full-out play, the control, and the ability to take a woman past her limits. Angela gave me back this part of my life.
I lifted her hips, and looped the pearls into the back of the garter belt and then ran them into the crack of her ass cheeks, bringing them over her pussy and securing them to the front of the belt. I arranged the strands so one was on either side of her clit in the folds; silky, lubricated, and glistening with her own personal juice. Her low moan was like the music I couldn't control, her heated eyes begging me for the ultimate crescendo. I sank to my knees and ran my tongue along her hot clit, toying with the coolness from the pearls while she squirmed and sighed. I was gentle, treasuring her soreness, wanting only to give her aching folds pleasure. Slowly her sighs turned to uncontrolled moans.
"Please, Sir, I need to come." Her pussy quivered against my mouth. I had no intension of making her hold back any longer and took her clit between my teeth, sucking hard, causing her orgasm to explode.
Slowly, she settled and I kissed the inside of her thighs, loving the aftershocks shaking through the muscles of her legs. "Shhhh, Little Bird," I whispered against her skin.
When her body went completely lax, I turned her over and spread her legs while attaching her ankles to straps at the bottom of the bench. I moved to her wrists securing them.
I tipped her face so she was looking at me. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, Sir."
"What's your number?"
"One, Sir."
"I'm going to change that."
"Thank you, Sir."
I rolled a condom over my erection and then gently lubed her ass. "I've wanted your ass since the first time I saw you." My hand came down with a resounding crack. On her sudden intake of air, I tightened the pearls connected to the back of the garter belt.
"Awww!."
"Do you like that?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Really?"
"It hurts my pussy, Sir."
"That's what I wanted to hear. What's your safeword?"
"Red."
"And you'll use it if this becomes too much?"
"Yes, Sir."
Lowering the table, I placed small, biting kisses down her back. When I got to her ass cheek, I bit a little harder. I loved the feel of her wiggling, pink bottom as she tried to get away.
I pulled the pearls from the crack of her ass and positioned my cock in between the strands. My hands went to her hips, slipping under the garter belt and pulling it upward causing the strand of pearls to tighten around my cock and slide deeper between the folds of her pussy. I coated my cock in lube and then placed the head at the entrance to her ass, barely breaching the rosette that tightened when I pushed forward.
"Relax."
The air left her lungs, and I slowly forced my way forward. She was so fucking tight. I pulled on the pearls again and when she gasped, I slid past the tight ream of muscle. My breathing was no longer slow and, if it was possible, my cock swelled larger.
"Where are you?"
"Two."
My fingers moved up her spine, my thumb rubbing over each vertebra. Then, I wound my hand in her hair, pulling back, using my other hand to grasp her hip. I drew my cock slowly from her tight ass and then slid in again, feeling less resistance.
"Are you ready for me to fuck you hard?"
"Yes, Sir. Oh, please, Sir. Yes... fuck me!"
Everything about her was perfect including the tiny noises she made that turned into low moans as my tempo increased. Her body was made to be fucked by mine.
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