Independence: #2 Angel (14 page)

“You’re very patient,” she said in the lull.

“I’m determined,” he supplied the correct word. “Patience is part of the deal, otherwise, I’d be cheating us both, pet,” he put a hand around each of her hips and held her in place. Just far enough away from him to lean in and draw his tongue around her naval. He pulled the tint gold ring between his eye teeth and licked. “Pretty. Rebellious.”

“You…you were going to tell me what you needed from being a Dom,” she said carefully, not shrinking from the level gaze he returned when he straightened up on the stool.

“Just what I have. Control. I enjoy being able to produce arousal in my partners, especially through flogging or spanking,” he kept his gaze locked on her eyes, taking in the sharp intake of breath and dilated pupils that darkened with excitement. “I think we’ll try that next.”

“I…but…” she gulped and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Colin firmly pushed until she took a step back, the denial in her face instantly quelled with a stern expression and one arched brow.

“I also enjoyed pushing my sub into new territory…experimenting…exploring…”

“What happens when you’ve finished…exploring…” the breathless question went unfinished when he carefully guided her toward a multipurpose spanking bench.

“Step onto the large blocks by your feet, pet,” Colin directed, stepping back and pulling his jeans on. He opened the bag he’d set on the bed and laid out several floggers. Long, solid handles wrapped in leather, each with two dozen strips of leather but each one in varying widths and types. Depending on the person wielding them, the results would be anywhere from a range of sensual to stinging and sharp.

“I don’t know that a couple can ever stop finding new ways to arouse and please one another, Angel,” he looked up to see her peeking over her shoulder at him. “Do you want to see what I have out here?” He laughed when her head jerked quickly in the negative. He looked down at her feet, one brow arched patiently as she seemed to remember what she was supposed to have done.

He watched as she did as he instructed, using the body of the bench to brace herself. She stood on the blocks, hands on the bench when he walked around it and unlatched the sides. Like the bench on the first floor, this one had pieces on hinges that were adjustable. This portion was pulled forward, leaving two portions behind. Just enough to cushion her stomach when he stretched her forward and fastened her hands to either end of the section.

She was bent in the shape of an L, with her ass aimed at him as he fastened her ankles to the blocks where she stood. There wasn’t enough give for her to move her feet, so that kept her from accidently stepping off and hurting herself.

Colin put his hand in the center of her back, stroking down the length and onto her ass where his drew his fingers down the dividing crease. He paused when her breathing seemed to stop, her hips jerking slightly when his fingers continued their exploring.

“Afraid?” Colin walked around to her head, stroking gently and dropping to his heels to peer into her eyes.

“I…no…yes…” Angel let her head hang forward, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. “A little…”

“We discussed possibilities…that wasn’t on the ‘no’ side of the page,” he reminded her, letting his fingers trail along her shoulders and through her hair with the lightest of touches. She shivered and it made him smile. Her back arched just the littlest bit. He leaned in and let his other hand trail between her thighs, further between the swollen labia to coat themselves with her heat. “Part of you must like what’s been happening, Angel.”

“Why there?” She let the words burst out, fighting it when his hand came around and lifted her chin so he could look into her eyes.

“Why not there? Tell me why you’re opposed to trying anything anal oriented, pet?”

“I…it’s not…you don’t do things like that…there…”

“Why?” Colin dragged his thumb over her bottom lip when it shook just a little. “No one in this room but you and me, Angel. No one in our lives but those we feel worthy of our time and friendship,” he waited, watching the dark lashes blink as though she were trying very hard to keep the heated tears inside. “I know it isn’t easy, pet. This is all a new avenue for you.”

“Why are you so patient?”

“You would almost rather I walk away,” he said with a crooked grin. “Almost…I suppose it’s going to come down to who can be more obstinate. Me or your father. I have references that’ll tell you it’s me,” he teased with a kiss before standing up and returning to stroke his palms over the curves of her hips and then onto her ass. “What part of your body do you believe is not sensitive, Angel?”

A long sigh sifted from her lips.

“You make all parts of me sensitive,” she admitted after a thoughtful pause.

“But you’ll fight me anyway, true?” Colin laughed and stepped back, admiring his target. “Do you remember your safe word?”

He listened to her breathing hitch and waited, even though he’d seen her nod.

“Yes…yes, sir…red,” she spoke softly, a little hesitancy.

“Then I’ll begin…no surprises…just sensation and feeling, pet,” he told her, lifting the flogger with the softest tails first.

Angel was at the point where she was asking herself what she’d been thinking. Her skin already felt alive, just from his touch. And from touching him. That part had definitely been more than a little exciting. She wondered if other women spent as much time thinking all this stuff through…

Then the first splat struck straight across her behind and she jumped, gasped and held her breath.

Word! Safe word, her brain screamed at the same time her skin actually told her it wasn’t so bad. He’d fastened a buckle around her middle and there was little movement she could make, but her butt cheeks twitched when the swats came again. And again.

When he stopped she was panting and baffled. And wanting more. A low groan left from somewhere deep inside her when his hand cupped her mound. Thick fingers teased and stroked through the dampness.

When had that happened??
Her hips moved, trying for more, wanting more. No, she corrected. She needed more.

“Hmm…this is a nice perk…we both like the same thing…” Colin murmured, almost to himself.

It wasn’t until his stroke moved to that other spot that she jerked. A yelp popped free at the intimate touch. Oh, god! Was she clean? What would he…

“Stop, Angelica,” Colin felt every one of her muscles tense up. “Are you going to safe word, pet? Because we will talk about sex and your body and especially, this part of your body.”

“I…but…but…”

“You’ve seen it in the club,” Colin reached for the items he’d laid out behind him. “You’ve seen anal play and anal sex in the scenes below. What did you think of them?”

“I don’t understand. I don’t know…I think…I don’t know…it’s…it’s an
out
place…not an
in
place,” she stumbled over the words like a five year old and flushed when he laughed. Her body jumped again when a cool, thick something slithered between her cheeks.

But his body was braced against one side of her. Between the cuffs and buckle around her middle, there wasn’t a very big space for her to move. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly at the suddenly tightened cheeks. He rubbed one hand over the soft globes before bringing the palm down sharply on both cheeks, rapidly in succession for several swats.

While she was in the middle of breathing, he used the small plug. Dragging the tip through the lube he’d drizzled down her center, he had it coated and shoved quickly in place before she could react. It was small enough, about the size of his thickest finger, and slid snugly inside her.

He waited, listening to the gasp and gulp of air in and out. One hand stroked through the damp cleft, spreading moisture over her clit, pressing hard around the edges, just outside her need. Just enough to take her closer to the edge.

He had his jeans open and the condom on while she was still panting. When he eased behind her and fisted his cock to her entrance, he let his fingers play with her clit again. Pressing and stroking as he eased himself into her. Gliding on her natural moisture, the body he’d been arousing all night was swollen and pulsing around him with a grip of velvet.

Chapter Eleven

Angel knew she was still breathing. Only because she was alive and not lying dead on the floor at his feet. Then the buzzing began and he started pushing into her. How long had it been? She gulped in deep drafts of air, her head jerking up when the palm came down hard on her ass.

“Stop thinking, Angel. Feel…what are you feeling?”

“Oh, god…so much…it’s too much…”

“Never. I want you to feel it all and more and over and over again,” he promised her, shoving his hips forward and stopping altogether while her body adjusted. “So beautiful and tight…”

Colin balanced his feet carefully as he moved inside her, taking it slow and easy.

He drew in a long, steady breath. The scent of Angelica filled him as completely as he was filling her pussy. And damned if it didn’t feel amazing. Heat radiated from the pink ass cheeks as he thrust forward a little stronger with each moan his sub offered. He could feel her muscles and her moisture seeping around him, urging him deeper.

“Colin…sir…oh, god…yes…”

Between the vibrations, the tight sheath and his hands roaming along her body, his control was fast being zapped. Again. And he found he didn’t mind at all because he knew Angel would be available to him when the urge struck him a few hours from now. He felt her muscles tighten and clamp down; heard a sharp, surprised gasp seconds before her back arched and her legs stiffened.

But he was the one groaning when the vise-like grip all but shut off the blood supply completely to his brain. Then he shouted and was never so grateful that Tanner had insisted on extra sound-proofing.

Angel had never known an orgasm would be so total. Just…total.

Somehow he managed to involve senses and muscles she had no idea existed. And in such a wild, erotic way that made her feel so wanted. He’d left her so little room to move that internal gyrations took over; moves from dancing that were guaranteed to squeeze every single drop of male from him. At least, that’s what Diana had promised at the last dance lesson.

Judging from his reaction, she owed Diana a report on how well it worked. Her insides were still quaking and buzzing. Then she remembered what he’d done…and giggled. An action that sent her muscles clamping down just enough to make him groan.

She was pretty sure there were hand prints on her ass. Along with the hand prints from his spanking and from those leather strips…wow…another round of spasms ripped through her, reminding her of the bigger spasms and making her moan when he pulled his cock free of her.

“Don’t move, Angel,” Colin told her, his attention on her ass and the cute giggle she gave up.

“It’s not like I can…sir…” The jump she offered was much less in shock this time when his palm swept across her ass.

That thought made him smile as he quickly yanked his jeans up his thighs. He disposed of the condom and released her ankles first. Then her middle and last, the hooks holding her cuffs in place. He very slowly pulled her upright and back against him, steadying her with his body.

“Easy, babe…let the blood flow back,” he murmured against her throat, whispers of her hair and the scent of her shampoo and their sex shooting through him. He’d swear he was seventeen again, the way his body was reacting to her. He reached behind him and snagged the blanket he’d laid out, wrapping her in it and lifting her against him. He laid her out on the bed, gazing down at the closed lashes and flushed cheeks.

Colin made certain there was a clear path to the bathroom before losing his jeans and rearranging her on the bed. A warm sense of right settled into him when she melted into his embrace, his hand stroking over her head. He didn’t know how long it would last, but for the moment, his touch had been accepted.

Vanilla was something Colin hadn’t been for a long time. Not since the first time he realized the heat that came from a girl whose eyes lit up with fire when he tugged her head to the side for a kiss. He was afraid he’d been too rough.

Less than an hour passed before his hands began exploring his sub. Fingers speared into her thick, tousled hair and pulled her head to the side. His mouth took hers while she murmured and responded to his touch. She’d called his name in her sleep when his fingers stroked over her mound and through the puffy labia. Moisture greeted him and hardened him.

He leaned on one elbow over her, watching the sleep mingle with arousal. She hesitated when she raised her hand but when he offered no words, she allowed her fingers to stroke over his shoulder and down his chest. He should have thought of giving her free rein before now.

Making that decision, he gripped her waist and let himself flatten out on the bed. He put his hands over his head and watched her. She curled her long legs beneath her, kneeling at his side, waiting, with her hands on her thighs.

“I’m yours, Angel. And what I want is your touch. Everywhere and anywhere you choose,” he told her firmly, cupping his hands beneath his head and watching. She drew her tongue around her lips and seemed to be considering his instructions.

Angel thought it had been a dream. A really sensuous, horny dream. Then she felt his hand in her hair and his mouth over hers. And her insides and all else, melted.

Maybe it still was a dream, she thought, dragging her tongue around her lips. The sleep felt like it had faded. But she was kneeling naked beside a really well developed guy with an erection. And she was the cause. And he’d just given her instructions.

Nodding slowly, she placed her hands on one of his knees, gently urging it to part. Then she moved to the bottom of the bed and crawled very slowly between the parted feet. She stopped at his calves, each lightly coated with pale hair that tickled the center of her palms as she stroked them along his legs. She cleared his knees and moved forward, her knees nudging his thighs a little further apart.

Colin wondered when he’d lost his ever loving Dom mind.