Chapter 70
The ride home is quiet until Angel's voice fills the car. "Thank you," she says while looking down at her lap.
I reach over and cover her joined hands. "What for?"
She looks up. "For not making me attend the club."
My grip tightens on the steering wheel. "Does Monroe force you to go?"
"Only for punishment."
I relax slightly because it's good to know Monroe doesn't force her to play in public on a whim. "Why would he make you do something that is obviously a hard limit for you?" I ask as I do my best to keep anger from my tone.
Silence is my answer.
I want to yell in frustration. "I won't take you to the club for punishment, but I don't think you'll enjoy the ones I'll give you in place of the club. Now that we have that settled, I asked you a question."
Her eyes move back to her lap. "He does not enjoy hurting me and prefers punishments that do not leave marks."
I choke out a laugh. "The man is a sadist! Believe me, he loves leaving those marks and causing you pain."
"He doesn't mind causing me pain if it's mixed with pleasure," she explains. "But for punishment, he prefers not to hurt me."
Her statement turns my thoughts to Monroe. From the night I arrived, when Monroe forced Angel to stay in their room as punishment, I found Monroe's behavior odd. He's a sadistic Dom and has been for as long as I've known him. In all those years, I've never known him to become attached to models outside of his work, and Monroe's control is legendary. He's a hard but casual Dom and makes it clear there will be other women in his world.
Then there's the fact I've seen him work for hours without sexual release. He's even suffered through models taking care of my needs while his dick remained cement hard. When Monroe's in the zone, he can forgo personal gratification like no other man I've seen.
I shake my head and snap my thoughts away from Monroe's cock. "Damn," I say aloud with a short laugh. What the hell am I going to do about Angel when Monroe returns? Our friendship may not survive, and that leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. Damn the man.
Angel and I are entirely too tired to play by the time we arrive home. "Do you wish me to await you in the playroom, Sir?" She blinks her sleepy eyes and all my thoughts become befuddled at her beauty.
"No," I answer softly while rubbing a section of her hair between my fingers. "I want you in bed. I'm having a drink and then I'll be up."
"Yes, Sir." She nods and leaves me with a slight questioning glance over her shoulder before she turns the corner. I can't think about the look she gave me. Hell yes I want to play, but I refuse to make her miss sleep so I can get my rocks off.
The bourbon is smooth and helps settle my nerves. Seeing Angel holding a baby made me want to stomp my feet and cry out that my biological clock is ticking. If that isn't gay, I don't know what is.
I can't lose her. The real question here is, can I share?
My steps are heavy as I climb the stairs to my room. I know she's lying naked beneath the sheet, in my bed waiting to see if I'll visit. It's going to be a long night. I won't back down from my self-imposed celibacy this evening even if it kills me, and it just might.
Turning off the light, I crawl in beside her, not quite touching. I kiss her head. "Go to sleep," I say gently. A small burst of air leaves her lungs and I have no idea if she's relieved or disappointed. Honesty is the cornerstone of a good D/s relationship, but I'm running fast and far from the questions I should be asking.
I'm able to resist pulling Angel close before sinking into never-never land. Sometime later a light tremble shakes Angel's body and snaps me out of sleep. I turn on the light and examine the woman curled up beside me.
I lean over slightly and Angel is staring at the opposite wall while silent tears trail down her cheeks. Gathering her close, I situate her fully against my chest. "Shhh, no tears."
"I'm sorry I disappointed you," she says so softly that I can hardly understand.
"Why do you think you disappointed me?"
She closes her eyes tightly. "I didn't want to go to the club."
I lift her braid and play with it as I say, "I'm not angry or disappointed."
She glances at my hand fingering her hair. "But you don't wish to touch me."
Ah. I should have known. "I want to touch you too much," I say softly. "I'll never make you go to the club or punish you for not wanting to."
"But you are punishing me."
A sigh escapes me. "It's not exactly a punishment, and I told you we would play tomorrow."
"I am not a child!" she snaps with surprising zing.
"No, you're not." I move my hand to her breast and squeeze right to the edge of pain. I grasp her nipple between my fingers, adding pressure and then rolling the hard nub in sync with the throb of my cock.
Angel's sharp inhale makes my lips tip into a sadistic smile.
"Making me care for your needs and then withholding my release is a punishment," she adds testily.
I pull a mockingly stern face. "So you don't enjoy touching me or sucking my cock?"
"Oh, no, I mean yes! I love touching you! I love su..." She doesn't finish, and her cheeks go from pink to red in the low light of the moon-filled room.
"Then how is that punishment?"
She turns her head and gives me a perplexed look that almost makes me laugh out loud. She's too much fun to tease. "Well, umm, it is."
I can't hold it back and my laughter fills the room. Whenever she brings up sex, it surprises me. She's such a contradiction of modest innocence and sensual goddess.
"I have an idea," I say with a mischievous smile.
"Yes, Sir?" She appears thrilled and fearful at the same time.
"Let's try slightly kinky vanilla."
"Kinky vanilla?"
"Yes, I'll show you." I lay her back against the soft sheets and place my lips against her skin. I kiss, lick, and nip every inch of flesh on her chest and belly without touching her breasts. She makes the sweetest little gasping sounds when my teeth sink in a little too hard, but she's getting off on it and her low, needful moans prove it. The pain takes her closer to the edge, which is exactly where I want her. Reaching over to the nightstand, I remove a condom and nipple clamps from the drawer. I place the clamp tightly, and I'm rewarded by her accelerated breathing. Rolling, I bring her on top of me. "Sit up and put the condom on my cock," I demand through gritted teeth.
Her heavy braid falls across my chest and I begin unfurling the strands. Wave after wave surrounds us by the time the task's completed. I lift Angel so she's on her knees above me, placing my cock at her warm, wet entrance.
"I want you to ride me hard. Now," I groan. She tries to take my cock slowly. This isn't what I want. I grasp her hips and slam her down. "Hard," I growl.
She follows my command and I grab the sheets and mattress cover beneath me. Her pinched nipples bounce, while her pussy greedily milks my cock. Sections of hair fall across my hands, sliding over my skin and adding to the incredible sensations invading me. Her rhythm increases and her palms come down on my chest, her nails digging into my flesh.
It's so damn good and she's so damn perfect.
The little sounds she makes grow louder. I release the nipple clamps and her pussy tightens as she releases a groan of pain as the blood circulates into her nipples again. Grabbing the nape of her neck, I roll. Her legs wrap around my back, pressing me to drive my cock in again and again. My lungs burn, my balls feel ready to explode, and my cock is in another realm entirely. I drive into her like she's across the abyss and my life depends on reaching her. I swear I feel pressure behind my eyes when the orgasm takes over. I pound into her repeatedly as hot cum fills the condom.
I eventually sink down on top of her. I only stay that way for a moment because I know she can't breathe easily under my weight. I remove the spent condom and toss it on the dresser before turning off the light. "That, my dear," I pull her hair and bring her closer, "was a little bit of kink and vanilla."
She smiles softly. "Will you punish me again, Sir?"
I laugh out loud. She has me wrapped around her littlest finger and is reeling me in tighter. "I have plenty of ways to punish you and don't think you will enjoy them all."
"I'll start thinking of ways to be naughty so I can decide for myself."
I smile against her hair. "Do it tomorrow. We need to sleep."
"Yes, Sir," she says quietly before the world goes dark and I fall into a dreamless sleep.
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