Stronghold (Stronghold 1) (52 page)

"Oh, well I'm never against
a little discipline," she said teasingly, leaning back and away from him
so that his face was now in front of her breasts.  Her nipples were hard
little points thrusting through the fabric of her bustier.  Normally she
liked corsets better because they held in all the stuff that she liked having
hidden, but right now she was definitely a bustier fan.  Adam's eyes
lingered over her nipples, something that he would haven't been able to see if
she'd been in a corset.  "If you think it's really necessary Mr.
Rawn."

"I definitely think
so," he said, a sexy little growl in his voice.  Angel squealed as he
suddenly flipped her over.  Holy crap... the quickness of the spin had
made her skirt lift up, completely exposing her backside to him.  Not that
it hadn't already been pretty exposed when he'd had her over his shoulder.
 She couldn't lie though, that little bit of exhibitionism had made her
even wetter when he'd been carrying her off.  

Fingers stroked over the bare
skin of her butt and she moaned a little.  The desk was hard underneath
her body, and cold, but who cared?  She was all hot and wet and
bothered. 

"You have such a fantastic
ass."

SMACK!  Angel squealed a
little as the sting flared where his hand had landed. 

"Nicely rounded."

SMACK!

"I love watching it jiggle
when I spank you."

SMACK!

Angel bit her lip to keep back a
comment about how a woman doesn't want to hear how her ass jiggles.  She
had a feeling that she was already in for enough of a punishment without adding
to it.  

He chuckled, a pleased sound that
made her insides heat up even more.  

"And it turns so nice and
pink so easily."

SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!
 SMACK!

Whimpering, Angel did a little
dance as the burning made her squirm uncomfortably.  This spanking had
more of a bite to it than any of the recent ones he'd given to her, the crisp
swats coming down hard and unforgiving on the unprotected cheeks of her ass.
 She pressed her palms hard into the desk to keep from reaching behind her
and trying to cover them, but it wasn't easy.

SMACK! SMACK!

"Ow!"

He'd gotten her right on the
tender area between her bottom and thighs, and Angel's hands moved of their own
accord.  

"Uh uh," Adam said
chidingly. 

"I couldn't help it, that
hurt!"

"It's supposed to."
 She heard him open one of the desk drawers and then warm fur was wrapped
around her wrists.  "This should help."

The cuffs tightened and then he
pulled her wrists up so that they rested in the small of her back.  Angel
bit her lip against a moan.  There was just something about being
restrained, unable to even try to resist, that just made her even hotter.
 Only because it was Adam though and she trusted him not to hurt her
beyond what she could handle, no matter how annoyed he was with her at the
moment.  

But he might take her right up to
that edge.  And now there was nothing she could do about it.  Her
pussy clenched.

SMACK!

Her wrists jerked against the
cuffs, his hand easily holding them in place by the chain linking them
together.

SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!

Angel moaned and writhed,
squealing whenever his hand came down particularly hard on a spot that was
particularly sensitive.  And the more he spanked her, the wetter and
needier she got.  

******

There was something immensely
satisfying about delivering a hard spanking when Angel truly deserved it.
 He could understand why she'd gotten upset, but the fact of the matter
was she hadn't even given him a chance to explain before she'd blown up at him.
 In Stronghold.  If she'd done so publicly elsewhere he would have
gone easier on her, but they'd already had the discussion that at Stronghold
she was his submissive and would act accordingly.  

Spanking him while he'd carried
her away was going to have its own repercussions. 

But not yet.  

Squeezing the pink globes of her
ass, he enjoyed the way she moaned and squirmed under his hands.  Her
wrists were crossed almost delicately, held firmly in place by the tooled
leather cuffs with a short chain between them.  From now on he was really
going to need to start carrying around his own on a regular basis.  He
hadn't missed how much Angel liked being restrained - and to be perfectly
honest, he'd be happy keeping her in cuffs every second they were in the club
and for long periods of time outside of it. 

"Alright, Miss Jones,"
he said, grasping her by the hips and pulling her off the desk. Turning her
around to face him, he pushed her to her knees.  The bright amber eyes
that looked up at him were glazed with arousal, her nipples practically
drilling holes in her bustier.  With her wrists locked behind her back, it
thrust her breasts out even more, offering them up to his hands.
 "You're going to show me how sorry you are now."

Undoing his belt, he smiled as
she licked her lips, tracing that perfect little mouth with her tongue.
 The second his cock was out, she was leaning forward, straining to taste
him.  He groaned with pleasure as her tongue swiped up the center of his
head, collecting the drop of pre-cum that had gathered there.  The
sensation of her hot, wet tongue gliding over the head of his cock was teasingly
blissful. 

"That's it sweetheart, take
me in."

Angel hummed with pleasure as she
let his cock slide between her lips, sending vibrations that trickled up the
shaft and his spine.  As he moaned with pleasure, Adam dug his fingers
into her hair, disarranging the messy updo that she'd put it in even further.
 Pins fell to the floor, unheeded, as he wrapped his fingers around the
back of her head and pushed her further onto his cock.

Wet warmth engulfed him, her
tongue lashing against the underside of his cock.  He could feel her
throat spasm as he pushed deep, and he retreated immediately to give her some
time to get used to it.  Without her hands she was a lot more vulnerable
to him, unable to tap out if he became too rough, which meant that he had to pay
even closer attention than normal.  Which was how he liked it, with him
completely in control.

Looking down, he watched as his
cock began to pump in and out of those gorgeous lips.  Tilting her head
back, he knew he was putting some strain on her neck, but he wanted to look
into her eyes while he fucked her mouth.  They were glowing, eager,
staring up at him and he groaned before releasing his hold, allowing her head
to slide forward into a more natural position. 

He wanted as much stamina as
possible for what he was going to be doing next, which was why he was going to
get off in her mouth now.  Then she'd have the taste of him on her tongue
for the rest of the scene.  

Moving his hips back and forth,
he was gentle but firm as he began to take her mouth long, sure strokes.
 The length of his cock glistened as it pistoned between her lips, her
hungry moans only encouraging him to move faster and harder.  Every time
she sucked hard on him, her cheeks would hollow out, her tongue and throat
working in tandem and wreaking havoc on his control. 

"Fuck... Angel..."
 Gasping, he jerked forward, burying himself in her mouth.  He could
feel her pressing against him even though he was trying not to gag her, taking
him into her throat as he started to cum.  Every spurt made his knees feel
weaker as she sucked and swallowed.

It was probably a good thing that
she did have her hands cuffed behind her back, she didn't need anything more
than her mouth to drive him wild. 

Shuddering, he let her milk every
last drop from him before he pulled away.  His cock, still half-hard, hung
down in front of him.  

"Thank you sweetheart, that
was very good," he said, caressing her head gently.  Panting, Angel
laid her head against his thigh, rubbing her cheek against his skin.
 "Now let's deal with the rest of your punishment."

Angel's head jerked back.
 "But-"

Curving his hand under her chin,
Adam put his thumb on her lips.  He raised his eyebrow at her.
 "You thought that if you spanked me, all you would get was a little
spanking?  No, the spanking was for not letting me talk to you and explain
before you got all huffy in front of everyone.  
Now
 I'm going
to punish you for being so insolent."

As he pulled her to her feet she
didn't protest, but she was eyeing him warily, uncertainly, as if she wasn't
sure what to expect from him now.  Adam hid his grin from her, enjoying
the fact that she was off balance.  Sometimes his Angel was just a little
too sure of herself.  And apparently he'd gotten predictable if she really
thought she was going to get off with just a little spanking.  

Adam unhooked the chain that kept
Angel's cuffs together so that he could help her take off the bustier, followed
by the skirt.  Getting her back up onto the desk, he reattached the cuffs
to each other before laying her down flat on her back, moving around to the
other side of the desk where there was a short chain just under the lip of the
desk in case anyone wanted to secure their submissive to the desk itself.
 Which is exactly what Adam did. 

The desk was just short enough
lengthwise that Angel's bottom was only inches away from the end of it, her
knees bent and pointed to the ceiling with her legs spread wide.  He left
enough give in the chain that he would be able to pull her to the edge of the
desk itself once he was ready to. Right now he was enjoying the view of her
anxious face as he immobilized her upper body, as well as the slight jiggling
of her breasts as she squirmed and the little cherry points of her nipples.
 

"What do you think, sweetheart?"
he asked, leaning forward slightly to take each of her breasts in one hand,
squeezing the luscious mounds roughly.  "Do you feel vulnerable?
 Helpless?"

She squirmed some more as he
pinched her nipples, moaning.  

"Yes."

"Good.  Because you
are."  He pinched her nipples harder, tugging them away from her body
to emphasize his point.  Angel cried out, arching her back as she tried to
relieve the pressure on her sensitive tips.  When he let them go she
flattened back down on the desk, her breath coming in short, excited
pants. 

"What color, Angel?"

"Green," she
practically purred.  Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were glowing as
she looked up at him, a banquet of feminine flesh for him to indulge in.  

Grinning, Adam went back to the
same drawer that he'd gotten the cuffs from.  Someone had left little
samples of various oils in there, probably someone trying to convince Patrick
to add them to the goodies regularly stocked around the club.  Adam wasn't
sure he liked the idea of communal oil bottles, but he definitely was willing
to use the samples that were available. 

Hmm.... minty menthol.
 Perfect.  

Opening the packet he squeezed
some directly onto Angel's nipples and began to rub it in.  She eyed him
suspiciously.

"What's that - oh!
 It's cold!  And tingly!"

"Fun, isn't it?" he
asked, letting his fingers glide down her body.  There wasn't enough oil
on them to give her more than flickers of the cool sensation against the skin
of her stomach, but it let her know exactly where he was headed.  

"Adam, I don't know-"

"Shhh... it's going to feel
good.  Besides, how are you going to stop me?"  he asked,
knowing that the reminder that she was at his mercy would only turn her on
more.  Angel groaned, but her pussy was leaking like a sieve.  He ignored
the way she was wriggling; the movement would make the air feel even colder
against her nipples. 

Parting her pussy lips with two
fingers, he leaned down to suck her clit directly into his mouth, eliciting a
shocked cry from her as warmth engulfed the little nubbin.  He wondered
how it felt, to have her nipples burning with icy fire while her clit was
surrounded by his hot mouth.  Flicking his tongue against it, he could
feel the tiny bundle of nerves getting bigger.

She was going to both love and
hate this.

Now that his tongue had
completely teased her clit out from underneath its hood, Adam pulled back and
put the packet next to the swollen nub.

"Oh, Adam, noooooo..."

"Oh, Angel, yes," he
said tauntingly, grinning evilly as he coated her clit in the oil.  Angel
gasped, writhing as he rubbed it in with his fingers, trying to keep the oil
centered on her clit rather than allowing it to spread to the surrounding
areas. 

"It's cold but it
burns."

Her legs started to close, an
automatic reaction to protect her most sensitive areas, but Adam put his hands
on her inner thighs, keeping them apart.  Leaning forward, he blew
directly onto her clit and then had to clamp his hands down as Angel writhed,
moaning from the intense sensations he was creating.  Fuck she was hot.
 

Standing back up, Adam pulled her
legs up on his shoulders so that her ass was at the edge of the table, lined
his cock up with her pussy and shoved in, deep, fast and hard.  Angel
screamed, her body arching as the walls of her tunnel clamped down around him
in ecstasy.  Her entire body jerked.  Holding himself completely
immobile, his hands pressing down on her hips, he didn't even allow her to rub
her tormented clit against him, all she could do was pulse around him as her
pussy muscles contracted and released.

Dragging in a ragged breath,
Angel attempted to squirm against him and groaned when his hard grip didn't
allow her even a centimeter of movement.

Feverish eyes fluttered open,
looking up at him pleadingly. 

"Adam,
please
,"
she begged.  That was all he needed.

******

Cold fire like she'd never felt
before... her nipples were still tingling but the sensations there had faded in
comparison to the way the oil was burning on her clit.  It made her want
to squeeze her legs together, her body instinctively wanted pressure against
her clit to help relieve the burning, but there was a big, hot, hard man
between them who wouldn't let her.  And when he finally pressed himself
against her clit, she immediately wanted to rub and move and get some friction
going to heat up that icy sensation, but he wasn't doing that either. 

So she begged.  

And he began to move.

"Oh god... please...
please... please... please..."

Her pleas became louder with
every thrust of his hips, her sore bottom banging against the hard table.
 Geezus, she was burning all over; her nipples, her butt, her clit, and
inside her pussy where the friction of his rough fucking was driving her
absolutely wild.  She was stretched out before him like a pagan sacrifice,
her legs hooked over his shoulders so that he had full access to her pussy, and
he was watching her like she was the hotter than any porn star.  

Was it any wonder that she began
to cum almost immediately once he started really fucking her? 

She screamed as the ecstasy
shuddered through her, washing along her limbs in chaotic waves that seemed to
crackle and burst with electric pleasure.  The echoes of her voice
reverberating back to her sounded like she was sobbing.  Adam's hands on
her hips held her in place as he fucked her through the orgasm, keeping her
from rubbing herself against him, prolonging the pleasure as he thrust over and
over again.  Her spasming muscles strained to hold him, the friction
becoming almost uncomfortable as he plowed into her without pausing.

If her hands had been free she
would be clawing at his back, trying to get him to cum so that the intense
sensations would finally peak and cease.  

Instead all she could do was cry
out, writhe, and orgasm helplessly while his hard cock continued to pound into
her. 

When he pulled out, her entire
body seemed to shudder in relief for the momentary break.  Then she felt
the slick head press against her asshole, forcing its way forward.  Angel
gasped and then groaned as he began to push in; this time he didn't work
himself back and forth, it was just a long, slow intrusion that made her
muscles spasm and clench as he tunneled inwards. 

It burned just like the rest of
her.  God, she was burning, inside and out.  Every inch of her felt
exquisitely sensitive.  When she opened her eyes and looked up, she could
see Adam's face, intense and serious, his own eyes glued to where their bodies
were fusing together.  She could only imagine how it must look, her pussy
all wet and creamy with the results of her orgasm, while below her anus stretched
tight around the thick girth of his cock.  Fuck.  She wished she
could watch too. 

That's if she could take any more
of this at all.  It felt like she was seconds away from cumming again and
she almost didn't want to.  Was the human body built to withstand this
much stimulation?  This much of a sensory overload?  It felt like
tingling, sizzling bubbles were popping against her nipples and clit, her pussy
lips felt almost bruised from the hard fucking she'd just received, and the
inside of her pussy would have been rubbed raw if she hadn't been so damn wet.

And now he was forcing her ass
open and the discomfort was so wonderfully delicious, the burning stretch of
muscles so damned exciting.

"Adam..."  Her
voice sounded hoarse.  Distant.  He met her gaze, his blue eyes
blazing with lustful need.  "Are you going to be gentle?"

That wonderful, wicked smile.

"No."

He pulled out and rammed in hard,
not waiting for her response, and then did it again and again, fucking her ass
as fast and hard as he had her pussy.  And Angel screamed as the pain and
pleasure rioted through her, her ass clenched down, pulling at him and he
groaned.  The tight ring of muscle burned even hotter as he thrust past
it, over and over, until she felt like she was existing in a world of pure
sensation.

Closing her eyes, her world
narrowed down to the burn, the clench, the never-ending pulse of sensation that
worked into her.  She'd never trusted anyone with her body like this
before, never let anyone push her past her limits, never given herself over to
anyone the way she had with Adam.

The ecstasy seemed to have
reached an incredible plateau; her body was awash in pleasure, shot through
with lightning bolts of painful rapture.  She was floating on a sea of
bliss, of rolling sensation, and when she finally felt him begin to throb and
pulse inside of her, hot spurts of liquid filling her, the sea took her under.

******

When Angel blinked her way back
to awareness, she was cuddled up in Adam's arms, sitting on a couch in what she
recognized as the aftercare corner.  A warm blanket was wrapped snugly
around her and her head was resting on his shoulder while he cradled her with
one arm and stroked her hip with the other.  Shifting slightly, she winced
as her asshole squeezed and she realized that he'd plugged her.  

The man was obsessed with filling
her asshole.  Not that she had any real complaints about that.  It
was so dirty and hot, so very him to want to do something debauched when he
gave off the vibe of being kind of uptight, that it just made her enjoy it even
more.

"Hey sweetheart, waking
up?"

"Was I asleep?" she
asked, tipping her head back.  She felt all warm and muzzy and content.
 Especially when she saw the smile on his face.  Tender.  Sweet.
 And very smug.

"You were a little out of
it."  Dipping his head down, he gave her a long lingering kiss that
had her sighing happily.  "How are you feeling?"

"Very green, Sir."
 

Adam laughed and hugged her
closer.  "Good.  Not so mad at me anymore?"

"I stopped being mad at you
before you dragged me off like the caveman that you are.  Are you still
mad at me?"

"No.  Although next
time we have a… ah... disagreement, we're going to handle it in private, not in
public.  And you're going to listen before getting mad."

"I'll try," she said, a
little ruefully.  "But just so you know, I really do have a quick
temper.  I get over it just as quickly, but I'll try."

"That's all I can ask."

"And the next time someone
asks, or otherwise inquires, whether or not you're in a serious relationship,
what are you going to say?"  She found the opening in the blanket and
poked him in the chest.  Hard.

"Ow!  Cut that out.
 We're still in the club and I can still turn you over my knee if I need
to."  Angel giggled and he smiled down at her before his face became more
serious again.  "Angel, I know we haven't been together that long,
but you drive me absolutely up the wall and -"

"Hey!"  

"Ouch!  What did I say
about poking me?  And listening to my explanations before you get
mad?"

"Fine.  Finish."
 She scowled at him.  "But the ending better be a lot better
than the beginning."

Adam scowled back at her.
 "And this is exactly what I mean.  You drive me crazy, you turn
everything I think upside down and... you are not the woman I would have chosen
to fall in love with."  Angel froze.  "At first I was
worried that you were a liar.  Then I worried about the fact that you have
a ton of guy friends and they all want you."

"No, they don't," she
said automatically, before clamping her mouth shut again.  She didn't want
to interrupt him.  Nope, she definitely wanted to hear this explanation.
 Her heart was pounding faster than marching band's drum.  Adam gave
her bottom a little thwack.

"Yes, they do.  Stop
interrupting, that's not my point."  He said, and shifted her again, making
it easier for them to look at each other directly.  Those bright blue eyes
were intensely sincere.  "Then I worried that you might be like my
mom, that you might hide away your feelings when you're upset with me or don't
like something that I'm doing."  Angel giggled and he gave her a wry
smile.  "Yes, thank you for proving me wrong about that tonight.
 The point is, you're scattered and unscheduled, you're constantly
surprising me when I hate surprises, and I think, in the back of my mind, I
kept looking for excuses about why this relationship wouldn't work.  Even
though every moment I was spending with you was making me incredibly happy.
 And then tonight when Patrick baited me and you almost walked out, all I
could think about was how much I didn't want you to go.  How it killed me
to see that I'd hurt you.