Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine's Day Stories (30 page)

The air darkened, shuddered.

While he blinked once, the weight of centuries descended on him. Before him, a scene flickered with war and there came the rampage of wings as a host descended. The crack of guns, of the earth beneath...lava steamed across crumbled fields of battle. Swords clashed. Weeping penitents crumpled to their knees...

He blinked again. Gone.

Daydreaming?

The little girl yanked out a flower along with a clump of dirt and he smelled the wetness of the river, the soil, and heard the musical noises of water.

Adam cleared his throat. “Your parents know you’re out here?”

The boy, a red-haired kid he thought was called Andrew, waved upward, and pointed.

“Mum does. See?”

From the freckles and red hair, the girl must be his little sister. She nodded too.

Sure enough, a woman was sitting out on a second floor balcony waving back.

“I talk to her,” said Ahnyil. “She is happy to let me make them play out here.”

“Make?” he muttered, then snorted. “Okay. Did you have a good day?”

“Good?” She bent and gave her handful of flowers to the girl. “There, you may have mine.” Then she turned to him and took his hand. “I did. I talked to many, many people here. Aaron and Julia. These two. People need more happiness so I made some. This boy likes the frogs we find. Pretty, green ones.”

“I wanted to cook one for dinner but Ahnyil said no! Cooked frogs!” The boy yelled then chased his sister in a circle with both of them screaming and apparently being airplanes from their out-flung arms.

Not smiling was impossible.

“You are all crazy. Lots of making, hey, Ahnyil?” He kissed her forehead. “Good.”

Funny how he felt like a dad coming home with her playing with these kids. Children were one of his lost dreams. He liked them but could never see himself as a dad. His life was too messed up for a regular girlfriend.

It made him look at Ahnyil. Having children with her? The thought was even crazier than running in circles screaming
cooked frogs
. Angels were probably not really human, and why was he going down that pathway? They weren’t even fucking.

On Tuesday afternoon, she met him at the door in one of the little dresses – thin straps, cleavage, lots of bare thigh, and a skirt that twirled out and revealed more when she spun.

“You like this, Adam?”

“I do. You’re very pretty.” He wished he could express himself better than that.

Holding her against the hallway wall and kissing her hard, while he put his hand down her panties and fingered her, was tempting. The guilt was stronger than ever. Angel, she was an angel. It made his dick hard but surely that was an even better reason to say no? He couldn’t do this much longer, keep her here, but where would he send her?

“Come. Meet Aaron and Julia.” She drew him down the hallway.

He expected more children, though bringing them into his apartment was a no-no. He’d have to explain. Maybe if they had kids but childless adults doing this was fraught with accusations of molestation. Then he heard the voices. Adult voices.

He dropped his bag of gear on the floor.

His kitchen counter sported a long-haired man with dark hair, skinny frame, red-rimmed eyes, as well as a woman with tatts and punk-style pink hair sitting at it. They were eating sandwiches.

“You two, out.” He pointed in the direction of the balcony. Over their apologies, like
sorry, dude
and
hey, she invited us in
, he evicted them. They ambled down the embankment, laughing.

He found her in the kitchen still, hands on her hips, frowning.

“You are rude! They were nice people.”

“They were Aaron and Julia?”

She nodded.

“They are a pair of drug addicts who regularly clog up that park bench with their leftover crap, including needles. You want those kids who were playing out there getting stuck? They could get AIDs and so on. Hepatitis. It’s not pretty. They aren’t safe for you to be around. Don’t invite them in again.”

“Very well. It is your house, sir.” She bowed. Not a mock bow, a real one that perplexed him. “I am sorry I upset you.”

“Good –”

“But.” She waggled a finger. “You must learn to trust me. I know this. They are good people. They don’t leave needles. They pick them up, take them away, and I want to help them.”

“You do, huh?” He shook his head, contemplating what she’d said. What else should he expect? She had angel genes or whatever. Do-gooder seemed her default status.

“They aren’t bad, Adam. I can tell when people are bad. If you were bad, I wouldn’t stay with you.”

Huh. She didn’t know him that well. “You don’t –”

“I do.” She damn scowled at him then and put her hands on her hips.

One feisty angel.

He held up his palms. “Okay. I’m okay with that if you’re careful. Just don’t bring them in here.”

“I promise. I won’t. No more.”

He smiled, awed by her yet again. “When I say careful, I mean don’t get in a situation alone with them where they could hurt you.”

“I don’t think they can hurt me.”

That was entirely possible. He had no idea as to what or who could hurt her. She seemed human, though. He went to her, slid his hand into the hair at her nape, and kissed her forehead. “I hope you’re right.”

“I am.”

He stepped away to retrieve his bag.

“Adam, you say sex is never a sin.”

He looked back. “No. It’s not.”

“Never?”

“As long as it’s between consenting adults, it’s fine.” He walked to her, amused at how red her cheeks had become.

“It troubles me.”

“Why?” Drawn to her, as he always was, he ran a finger beneath the strap of her dress. “Man and man, woman and woman, man plus woman, whatever. People can do what they want to each other.”

“And yet, you avoid me.”

He flicked his gaze to her face. That little central frown line marked between her eyes.

“I think maybe you lie, Adam.”

Not what you said to a Dom. His mouth stiffened. “I think you need more spanking. I’m not lying.”

“Pfft. And no, you won’t spank me, that leads to sex, and you wouldn’t want that.” She shrugged. “Or I think it does. I don’t have enough
uhhh
facts, to be sure. Besides, I am worried.” Her frown line deepened. “If you are wrong, I have committed sin.”

He let the strap snap onto her shoulder. “No sin.”

“Then why are you afraid to fuck me?”

Cave man emotions battled in his head. Here he was being all chivalrous and shit, and she provoked him like this?

“I fear
nothing
. Point a gun at my head and I’ll take you on. Are you trying to make me fuck you? Because it’s likely to make me do the opposite.”

Her eyes were fixed on him as if he’d sprouted horns, which he might have. He was grumbling and had leaned over her, until it forced her to lean back a little or bump heads.

“I am sorry. Truly, I don’t know if I need penance for my sin of having sex or for something else that I don’t understand.”

Were her eyes watery with tears?

“It’s not a damn...” Exasperated he stopped and tried to muddle through what she was saying. If he didn’t have sex with her, her logic said it meant it was sin? How? He groaned and scrubbed his hand through his hair. “You’re messing with my head.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“Stop saying sorry.”

His anger faded before he dared to say more. He thought some more, and yeah, he was afraid, of what he might do to her. “You want me, my spankings and all?”

“Maybe.” She eyed him, then the front of his shirt, then her fingers where she had them tangled up and fidgeting at her waist. “Not if it’s a...”

He made an exasperated noise. “I want you so much it hurts, Ahnyil. I’d possibly walk across cooked frogs to get to you.”

“Ewww.”

“I wanted to spare you because you seem too innocent even for me and believe me, I never thought I would say that.” He nudged up her chin with his knuckle. “I wasn’t going to touch you, except for kissing, little things I couldn’t resist.”

Ahnyil’s little snort was cute. “But you
have
been touching me lots.”

“I know. Because you’re adorable.” Then he closed the gap between them. He squashed her to the counter with his bulk and rode his thigh up between hers, smiling at her gasp.

It seemed as if she needed reinforcement of concept, so he squeezed his thigh onto her pussy while he spoke. “It’s not a sin. Say it two times, then I will do what I want to you.”

She gasped again and her teeth held her bottom lip. “You are cruel man. Umm. Let me try. It’s not a sin?”

“Better than that. One more. Let me hear your belief.” Her breasts were doing that enticing heaving they did when she breathed hard, or ran, or pretty much anything. He’d been resisting them for days, so he took the opportunity and pulled both her dress and her bra straps down low until her tits were on display. “Pretty. Why have I resisted getting you naked? Speak. Again.”

Bemused at the sight, he ran his finger in a smooth circle around her right areola, watching as it crinkled.

“Sex is not a sin.” Then she shut her eyes.

“You are naughty, my little Ahnyil. You said I lied. I don’t think I can do more to you until I’ve punished you for saying I lied.”

“Oh.” Her eyes opened partway. She added, shakily, “Please?”

“Please punish or please fuck?”

She only blinked at him.

“Hmmm.”

Maybe the two of them were fated to be together?

Maybe he was falling in love as well as in lust with her. She had more good in her little finger than he had in his whole body.

He wouldn’t say any of that out loud, because this seemed fairytale territory and saying it might tempt...fate.

His libido soared. He’d given himself permission to fuck her, to do what he wanted to her, and this time he wasn’t going to hold back, unless she safeworded.

Which reminded him.

“You know, Ahnyil, that I may want to hurt you, sometimes?”

“I think, so far, I like your hurts?”

“Maybe not always.” He had days when his subs safeworded. “You get to pick a word. A safeword. Not
no
. Not something you might accidentally say.”

“Armageddon.”

Did the room quake?

He paused to listen. Nothing.

“Uhhh. Not that one.” The associations with that word and a fallen angel made him shudder. “Try another.” He took her breast within his hand and just held it, loving how he had her under his control. He moved in against her again, pressing, just to see her breathe harder.

She wanted this as much as he did.

“I know word. Gabriel.”

“Uh. No.”

“Fluffy bunnikins?”

“Hell, no. How about red?”

“Red.” She stared down at his hand on her breast and gulped. “That...is okay for me.”

“Good. Red it is.” Apt, considering he wanted to make her ass that color. “Now turn around and bend over.”

“Like...this?”

Then she turned and leaned on the counter top, bending low so her dress rode up, exposing a hint of red underwear, then more. Her upper body hugged the counter. The crotch of her panties was on full display. He could see the dip where the cloth rode up into her slit and it was a darker red.

“I can see you’re wet for me.”

“I am, Adam?” She smirked.

“Very.”

Shoving aside her panties and putting his cock into her now would mean no punishment and he wanted to savor the process, wanted to get her slowly more and more aroused. It was worth holding himself back.

She swayed her butt, just an inch or so.

Did she tease him? Was this why she was an ex-angel?

He rolled his shoulders, nearly ready to snort like a bull.

For a second, he ducked his head then he stepped forward, carefully lifted her dress and folded the skirt up until it lay on her back. Though petite, her panties were in the way. He shifted them down until they were bunched at the crease where thigh met ass, exposing her sweet, and yes, very wet slit. He loved the peekaboo effect, as if he was seeing her most secret place by accident.

Once he had her panties pulled down and arranged to his satisfaction, he grabbed a handful of her roughly shorn blond hair, and dragged back her head. Her eyes brightened and he kissed her on her rose-colored lips, once.

In the nearby drawer, he rummaged one-handed and found a wooden spoon, then a spatula, and he placed them beside her.

“Let’s see how pretty and red I can make your rear end.”

He noted a little up-and-down movement she did with her feet, then he picked up the spoon and raised it.

“One.”

His fifteen smacks of varying force, from light to instant bruise, had her whining and gasping, and her ass was no longer pristine but a landscape of bright red and light purple circles and spots. Nice.

He tightened his fist-hold as he studied what he’d done, smiling at her whimper, then he released her, feeling her hair run across his palm as she turned her head.

“Are you finished?” she whispered. A tear or two had run down her cheek.

“Yes. It’s done. You’re crying?”

Ahnyil sniffed. “Only because it feels good. Pain makes me feel real.” She looked up at him. “Sometimes I wonder if I’m actually here.”

Damn.
That had almost made his heart stop. It scared him, to think of losing her.

“You are here, Ahnyil. I’m here. You’re here.” He squeezed one cheek of her ass and was fascinated by her shudder. “If you need pain to make you feel real, I can do that, but what I do next should do that too.”

Because he could see how fragile she was, for once, he decided to describe what he would do. Besides, she was a novice. If she baulked at anything, he could change it.

He spoke quietly.

“I’m going to tie your hands at your back then put you up here, sitting on the countertop. Then I’m going to show you what a man’s tongue feels like on your pussy.”

“Your tongue,” she asked, incredulous. “On me down there?”

“I might use my teeth too, just to keep you guessing.”

Now that made her eyes go big and she breathed out an, “Ohhh.”