Chapter 59
I ignored the strain to my knee and now I'm paying the price. A pain pill will help, along with some TLC from Marguerite. The last thing I want is Angel's hands anywhere near my body. It's bad enough that her delicious scent, which is saturated in the bedding, drifts up to my nose. I turn my head and inhale. A fine sheen of sweat breaks out on my skin. The gentle breeze from the ceiling fan moves through the gauze over the bed and hits the dampness, helping me control the swelling in my cock. It's nothing Marguerite hasn't seen before, but I don't need her condescending attitude right now.
My mind drifts back to rescuing Angel from the dark smell of death in that basement. I remember her embarrassment and worry about contaminating me with her soiled body. Her overall bravery sticks in my head and God, the lack of weight in my arms when I lifted her. All the horror she survived is only a memory to me. She lived through each and every detail.
I sit up, remove my pants, and quickly remember I hadn't put on underwear. I grab a pillow and cover my midsection. Leaning back again, I close my eyes and wait for Marguerite. A few minutes later the sound of bare feet walking across the wood floor lets me know it isn't Marguerite.
For a slave, Angel doesn't obey very well. I'm not sure why this makes me smile internally. I watch her with lazy eyes. She's looking everywhere but here. She moves with purpose and makes it obvious she's going to be the one caring for my leg whether I approve or not. Against my better judgment, and for the first time in a long time, the Dom in me decides to keep my mouth shut.
When Angel finishes laying out the items she carried in, her lips form a smile at the pillow covering my lap. Then, she zeroes in on my swollen knee and her smile disappears. Her tentative fingers run across the surgical scar and I inhale sharply. She snaps her fingers away instantly and her guilty eyes meet mine.
"I did not mean to hurt you," she says softly.
My laugh is sharp in the room. "You didn't, but I told you this was not a good idea."
She doesn't reply, but her lips firm and her body language implies she'll continue being a stubborn brat. I need to shake her up so she'll understand what her disobedience entails. "I want to fuck you," I tell her honestly. "My deviant thoughts are not nice and include getting off on your screams. I want you tied and unable to move while I sink my teeth into your flesh. I want to suck on that incredible skin of yours and leave even more bruises."
A heavenly smile lights up her face. It's sexy as hell and her words are thick honey running along my flesh. "Master told me you like to bite." She looks pleased with herself and I'm losing this damn battle because I've pictured her too many times in my dreams. This is not a good direction for us to go.
I watch her long, delicate fingers pick up a cloth and place it over my knee. Instant relief. I can't help my groan. A noise makes me turn to the doorway, where I see Stephens watching us. Angel walks over to him and takes an offered glass and my prescription bottle. After casting a stern look my way, Stephens turns and leaves without saying a word.
I take the offered pain pill along with water. Soft, cautious hands massage the muscles around the heat wrap. My sigh of relief causes her to dig in harder and my damned cock responds. Heavy breathing turns into a low groan.
Angel ignores me. Her fingers travel past my injury, reaching higher, and slowly move to my groin. My hand stops hers. "No," I say sternly. She's so damn bratty and in need of a spanking. Her slow, sensual smile tells me that's exactly what she wants too. She's playing with fire and it's very obvious she wants to burn.
"Yes," she whispers on a sigh, answering my unasked question. I want so damn bad to bite her lower lip and then spank her delectable bottom and put a stop to her naughty behavior. With my hand covering hers, her fingers continue their movement and her long nails scratch lightly into my skin. My hold tightens and her incredibly soft flesh pulls me under her spell a little more. She looks down to our joined hands and stops fighting me. I loosen my grip and this time she behaves and her exploration travels back down my leg. She works the muscles while I relax into her attention and close my eyes.
A hot towel eventually replaces the cold one and the entire process begins once more. Angel kneads the tendons and muscles followed by more heat. My mind drifts and I picture her naughty smile while her gentle hands soothe me to sleep.
Something tickles my nose and I brush away a piece of hair-hair that smells like Angel. Parts of my body are warmer than others. I open my eyes and admire the beautiful woman wrapped tightly against my side. Turning my head, I nuzzle her hair and kiss her cheek. When I slide back slightly, I notice her gaze. She is fascinated with my cock and I almost laugh. Where the hell did my pillow go?
Her hand shifts slowly toward my erection. I hold my breath as the heat of her fingers circles my length. When her hand tightens, a wave of need travels through me, igniting an urge so strong I can barely breathe. "Fuck," I groan as one tortured breath gives way to another. I continue watching and trying to breathe while her fingers travel from base to tip. She shifts her body until her lips meet the tip of my cock and her tongue flicks out, exploring the small sensitive slit.
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