Independence: #2 Angel (33 page)

“No, sir,” she whispered with the faintest of stutters.

Colin stepped back. He was more than certain he’d managed to remove the panic attack she’d had below at the St. Andrew’s cross station. He’d have to thank Reed for reminding him what he was and what he was capable of. He pulled the light, sheer shirt carefully from her waist and up, over her head. It fell to the chair before he reached for the band of the skirt. A flick of his finger and thumb and the button was free. The skirt fluttered to the floor at her bare feet.

“I love the way your skin smells…it’s like being locked up in a cookie factory,” he murmured against her throat, his hands caressing from her thighs to beneath her arms. Slow, sweetly slow to send a shiver traveling along the same path. He licked over her throat and onto her shoulder, biting down occasionally. “And believe me…I’ve definitely developed a sweet tooth.”

His palm stroked gently down her back and onto her ass. A firm squeeze brought another shiver just before his fingers moved to the slim ribbon that held up her thong. Not much to see from this angle, other than the strand of gold ribbon that seemed to glow against the natural tan of her flesh.

He reached for the little bow centered in the middle of her back and pulled one of the nice little ends. The ribbons parted and dangled down her thighs.

“Spread your legs, Angel,” he remained behind her, staring down at her bare feet and gauging if it was far enough when she moved to do as he instructed. “A little more, pet,” he urged gently, smiling when the slip of fabric fluttered to the floor. He picked it up and dropped it to the rest of her clothing. “Very nice.”

Colin stepped behind her and dropped to his heels.

One hand circled each ankle and caressed very slowly over her calves. He reached the back of her knees and opened his hands, stroking firm fingers over the soft skin at the backs of her knees. He rose very carefully, his hands traveling higher along her thighs and to the soft, damp center bared for him.

He dragged one finger through the slick center, adding another finger and pulling the moisture back and over her anus. Her breathing hitched and stopped as he drew lazy circles around the small puckered star.

“Your breathing stops…but your heart beat hammers,” he murmured and pressed his bare chest against her back. His fingers added more moisture from her heated pussy and he easily slipped one finger inside her tight, warm center.

A very soft groan came from his sub when his other hand moved around to her front and stroked over one breast. Her nipples were already pebbled. He took one between his fingers, hardened it a little more and made the muscles around his finger bite down.

“What has you so aroused, pet? This?” He asked, continuing to move his finger around the small opening.

“I’ve…I’ve heard…read…I don’t know…”

“Am I hurting you?”

“I…no…but it’s…”

“A part of you that can be sensitive and of great pleasure to me. I don’t know if women orgasm from anal play alone, but I do know how to make it pleasurable for us both,” he promised. “Would you be willing to try? For me?”

“Y-yes…”

“You know I wouldn’t hurt you…and it won’t be tonight. But it will be…maybe over a long weekend, I’ll prepare you,” he suggested, knowing the anticipation would keep her on edge while they played.

“But…girls don’t…we can’t…I mean…” Angel groaned when his fingers kept moving – in and out, circling and then back to tease her some more. “Orgasms.”

“I’m not a girl, pet,” Colin chuckled and removed his hands before opening his leather pants and taking them off. He left his clothes on the chair, making sure he had a condom available. “I’ve heard some women can achieve orgasm while only having anal sex. I believe I know how to make it more than a little arousing for you. Maybe a vibrator tapping…here…” he pressed his cock against her behind while his fingers found her clit. His other hand returned to one alert nipple. “Maybe a little clamp here…”

He felt her body tense and removed his hands for a long, steam filled minute. When he was sure her breathing had almost returned to normal, he reached over her and took her hands in his. Colin lowered them to her side and silently urged her to turn around. Sidling her a little along the wall, he located the hooks he wanted and raised each arm, one at a time, attaching the D-ring on her cuffs to the wall.

Colin stepped back and waited. She pulled on her arms, her wide eyed stare turning his features to stone. A moment passed until she realized he was studying her, stoic and firm. Most of the tension left her body, their eyes locked together as he nodded slowly.

“You’re beautiful, Angel.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Her heart fluttered. Or maybe it had never stopped since discovering Colin Whetstone. She wasn’t sure any longer. Or maybe Colin was the missing piece to fill all the cracks she’d allowed to create doubt inside her. She wasn’t sure it was a fair trade, but he was with her; he wanted her. And the girl in her was lost to the thought of that much care and possession all given freely and only for her.

She’d never seen him do more than look in a studious way at women in the club. Or when they were out shopping. His attention was completely hers. A soft moan broke from her lips, his hands returned and each cupped a breast. Each stroked one fingernail over each nipple until she was sure she’d break apart into a million pieces.

He’d stepped away a minute, but she’d been lost in her musings and feelings and hadn’t seen where he’d gone. But she did watch him now and she loved the way the candles flickering light danced over his skin. His cock was hard against her thigh. But he obviously wanted her attention on the breasts throbbing in his hands.

Teasing them made her breathing change, and he let out an observant, professional hum as he flicked and plucked them several more times before moving lower and lower.

“Close your eyes, Angel.” He ordered gruffly, waiting and watching before speaking again. “Don’t open them unless I tell you.”

“Yes, sir,” came the hushed, anxious voice that shook a little and sounded nothing like her.

She thought…hoped…he’d take one of her nipples in his mouth.

Angel felt his hands running down her sides, right where she was ticklish. If he’d been poking her ribs, she would have burst into less than happy giggles, but as it was, the touch made her shiver and gulp in a draft of breath.

On the way back up from her hips, he brushed the sides of her breasts. Then down again, a little more toward the center, having to make a detour to avoid touching her rapidly stiffening nipples. The pattern ended as he reached her mound, and then his fingers started to move randomly.

Unable to see, she couldn’t anticipate—a touch on her belly, on the undersides of her breasts, on the inner edge of her thigh, on her neck, in the middle of her cleavage. Her skin was coming alive, as he promised. Why wouldn’t he touch her where it would do the most good?

She felt a rush of warm air on her nipples—his breath, she realized. She could hear him blowing on her. Then he drifted lower, down her belly. She shifted and spread her legs, hoping for his breath to caress her pussy.

She jumped when a sharp rap struck right on her bare mound.

“I said don’t move, Angel. That almost looked tempting. Like you were wanting to direct me,” Colin said casually.

“I…yes, sir. No moving,” she breathed raggedly. She thought he’d go back to the whispers of breath along her skin and was expecting it.

Instead she felt a sting that continued, right down the middle of her chest, pressing just hard enough in a line. She breathed in sharply. It was just a fingernail, she decided, as what must have been the side of his hand brushed her breast. The finger withdrew, and then there were two, one on each side of her, tracing from her side to beneath her tits.

She squirmed and her mouth opened.

His finger touched her lips. “Not a word, love, unless you need to say your safe word. And stay still.”

She took a deep breath and nodded, willing her muscles to lock in place. She scrunched her eyes a little tighter, just to keep from cheating.

His next touches were soft, just above where he’d been scraping, moving along the soft smooth skin of her breasts, circling in toward the aching peaks. He brushed against the crinkled skin around them, making them tighten even more, and then his fingers left her.

A scrape along her belly; a pinch at her side. Then a soft touch along her collarbone. A breath rustled the bared flesh of her mound, the sting of a fingernail on her thigh, fleeting touches at the very tips of her nipples.

The kiss on her lips was unexpected, and she opened her mouth reflexively in response, receiving his tongue. She melted into it, feeling his tongue and hers; his lips pressed insistent against her own.
I could kiss like this forever
, she thought, but at that moment he withdrew, the back of his hand brushing against her cheek as if to say good-bye.

For a moment, there was nothing, no touch, no sight, no noise. And for a moment, she felt a twinge of panic until she forced herself to think. She hadn’t heard the door. So she knew he was still in the room with her.

And then it began again, his fingers tracing curves on her body. He started over with the same pattern, but this time he didn’t avoid the center of her breasts.

This time, his fingers slid inside the slick lips of her pussy before they continued upward. When they came back down again, he penetrated her.

He was such a tease. She wanted to feel him deep, to rock her hips against the thrusts of his fingers. But she figured they’d be gone soon enough, and she didn’t want to help him increase her frustration.

But his fingers didn’t leave—although she expected it each time he half withdrew them. They plunged back into her, curving to slide along that spot that had maddening potential.

Only one hand roamed her body now. He pushed her right breast upward, his fingers dividing as they moved over her peak, creating the lightest pinching sensation as her nipple rolled between them.

More
. But she didn’t dare say it. She absorbed herself in the rhythm of his fingers as they thrust deep within her, building the heat in her core. She didn’t move, even though she wanted to.

He’d said no moving.

His hand left her breasts, but she barely noticed. How could mere fingers feel so good? She was going to come in a few more thrusts. She let out a low moan, and then he pulled his fingers suddenly out of her. She had to bite her lip to stop from talking, the pain almost enough to blind her to the ache she felt from being so close.

His hands cupped her ass and lifted her with no apparent effort. She felt something at her pussy again—fingers?—and then it filled her, too thick and long to be fingers, too warm to be anything plastic. His hipbones pushed against her as he pressed her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling at the cuffs, urging him farther inside. She didn’t think he could—she didn’t have any room he hadn’t filled—but she was feeling greedy.

Each thrust shook the wall behind her in a low rumble. Something hot and wet found her left breast—his mouth—and sucked her in, the sensation sending sparks straight to her groin.

She hit the back of her head against the wall. It didn’t hurt, but it made a thump, and immediately his hand was at the back of her head, cushioning her against a second collision. It caused a slight pause in the rhythm of his thrusting, but it warmed her heart.

Cared for. Desired. And fucked, all at the same time.

Unable to continue to obey his orders not to move, her hips matched his rhythm as he sped up again. Her skin felt alive, but it was all centered now at that spot where their bodies met. Her body twitched, lights appearing before her shrouded eyes as she screamed out her pleasure. Her pussy felt totally out of control as it squeezed his cock. Their movements combined to stretch her breast as he pulled back a little, still maintaining the suction of his mouth on her peak.

Oh my God, that was me screaming
. His cock swelled within her. His thrusts slowed, each one hitting her deep. His breath came in short gasps.

“Yes, come in me,” she told him. “Come in me now.”

His body shuddered against hers. She milked him with her pussy. Another thrust, a squeeze, and another. He moaned, low and sexy.

“Yes.” Realizing she had given him a command by mistake a moment earlier, she murmured, “Yes, Sir.”

“Couldn’t have held back if I wanted to,” he said to her.

Wow.

Braced against the wall by his body, she felt his hands on the hooks holding her cuffs to the wall. One arm fell before she realized and landed on his shoulders. He laughed softly and released the other. Carefully, he reached behind him and gripped her ankle, easing it from his hip and urging her leg to straighten.

“Stand up, pet,” Colin told her.

When both feet were on the floor and he pulled out of her and picked her up, carrying her—somewhere—and set her someplace soft. The bed. He leaned over her, kissing her softly and murmuring. Her body was vibrating and radiating heat.

“You can open your eyes, Angel. Don’t move.”

“I don’t think I can,” Angel murmured softly, stretching and purring, happily sated.

“Then I’ve achieved my goal,” he teased with a kiss on her brow. “I’ll be right back,” he promised and walked toward the bathroom. He disposed of the condom and looked at his reflection in the mirror. Tousled and relaxed, that was the man he saw. Contentment. A new sensation for it to continue to follow him through the days and nights. And the innocent cause lay obediently on the bed, waiting for him.