Chapter 66
While I administered the paddle, I began suspecting the truth. Monroe establishing her limits now makes sense. She craves more pain than I'm comfortable with. Monroe understands how dangerous this could be for her in the wrong hands.
I smooth her hair away from the damp skin of her forehead. This time, my kiss is gentle. I take her mouth in apology, though I doubt she understands. I pull away and trail my fingers along her cheek and jaw. "We are finished."
"No, Sir, please," she begs again.
I force a devilish smile. "Only with punishments. Now, it's about pleasure."
Her sigh of relief makes the tension in my shoulders relax. "Is your ass ready for me?" I reach down her back and rub my hand over her heated ass cheeks.
"Yes, Sir."
"Good, because I'm ready to feel your tight muscles milking me for everything I'm worth." I release her hair and walk behind her.
I once more smooth my palm over her ass and move to her pussy. She's so fucking wet and my jeans are too tight to keep on. Once naked, I put on a condom and go back to rubbing her wet pussy lips before brushing my fingers against her clit. Without removing the plug from her ass, I place my cock at the entrance to her pussy and slide inside.
Heaven.
I suck oxygen into my lungs and try to keep my balls from exploding. The warmth and clenching of her muscles is almost more than my cock can handle. Sliding in and out, I love the feel of her wrapped tightly around me knowing she will be tighter still when I take her ass.
Her heavy breathing grows louder. I grab her hips to stabilize myself while pumping in and out. Fuck me but the wet, slapping sounds our bodies make is hell on my sustainability. And the noises she is making drive me even wilder. Hell, it's almost impossible to stop but I do and pull out, taking my hands completely off her body.
"No, please, Sir!" It's the loveliest whine.
"You don't have permission to come, and your ass is so red, I would hate to cause you more discomfort when you sit at dinner with friends tomorrow night." I accent friends because I know she dreads the dinner.
"Please, Sir!" she pleads in an even whinier tone that makes me smile. Begging is such a wonderful sound to a Dom's ears.
"I told you, darling, that I want your ass." With a firm tug, I pull out the plug. Her entrance remains tight when I place my dick against her opening. "Breathe for me, breathe in now."
She inhales.
"Let it out." Halfway through her exhale, I press past the barrier and in one steady stroke slide in until my balls rest against her pussy. Fuck, she feels wonderful. I hold myself deeply inside her, giving us both a chance to adjust. My own breathing is ragged. Her shoulders finally relax and I can't stand the painful fullness in my balls any longer.
My assault is hard and violent. Her panting screams fill the room and she cries out my name. Not "Sir," not "Monroe," but "Zach." The pulsing of my cock rocks me and there's no way I can stop this orgasm. I reach beneath Angel and pinch her clit hard.
"Come, my sweet," I groan against her shoulder. Her tight little hole pulses in waves around my cock, squeezing and carrying me along on a journey I thought I would never have. It's my Hooriya... Angel, I'm fucking and I feel every part of her clear to my toes. The inner vibrations go on and on while we both come undone. Minutes or hours pass while I lie against her back and gain control of myself. I massage her shoulders and move to her breasts. They're firm and her pointy nipples cause a twitch in my well-used dick. I haven't spent time on her lovely breasts. I'll gladly save them for another round in the playroom. Crap, I'm exhausted. I'll play with her breasts and pointy nipples tomorrow.
When I'm finally able to move, I withdraw, kiss her between her shoulder blades, and move a few feet away to dispose of the condom. I bring moist towelettes back to the bench and clean between her legs and the crease of her red and swollen ass. Angel remains quiet, her breath slowly returning to normal. I walk back to the sink area and wet down a soft cotton towel with cold water. Moving behind her, I lay the cold cloth over her ass to relieve some of the stinging redness. I also press the cloth to her asshole, holding it there as she makes small whimpers of discomfort and gratitude in equal parts.
I carry a blanket from one of the cupboards and cover her before releasing her restraints. Her body shakes uncontrollably when I lift her from the bench. I wrap my arms around her, appreciating the trembling mess I've reduced her to. I steer her toward the couch in a darkened corner of the large room.
Her hair lies tangled around her head and her face is red. She's even more beautiful this way. I stroke her arms and then her legs while re-adjusting her in my lap. I give her some time to come down before moving her to the couch after the shaking recedes. I retrieve juice from the refrigerator and turn the music off.
"Would you like a shower?" I ask after she takes a few tentative sips of the juice.
"No, just hold me, please." She snuggles closer into my side and I wrap my arms more firmly around her.
"Gladly," I whisper into her hair. I give her time to recover before I begin a new round of questions. Maybe now some of her inhibitions will be lower. "Tell me about your childhood," I coax gently.
Angel speaks.
I love the lilting sound of her accented voice as she tells me stories of her mother and her father's other wives. She had sisters and brothers too. I let her talk until her own question startles me.
"Will you tell me about your family?"
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