Nobody's Angel (34 page)

Slap!

“Oh, sweet Jesus!” A stinging exploded against her erect clit and she clenched her hands into fists. Pain radiated throughout her pussy and thighs. She tried to draw her legs together, but the bar and her position over the armrest prevented her from doing so.

“Angelina. Have you forgotten something?”

What? Like my name? Oh, God. Count! Where was she? Seven? Eight? She wished it were ten. She couldn’t take much more if the blows continued at this intensity. Guessing that if she said eight and it should have been nine, he’d take her back to one, she decided it was better to play it safe than sorry.

“Seven, Sir. Please…another?”

“Good girl.”

Slap!

Before she could bask in the glow of his praise, another sting bit into her throbbing defenseless clit.
Please, no more
! “Eight! Please may I have another, Sir?”

You can do this, Angie. Almost there.

Tears dripped down her nose onto the cuffs at her wrists. She wished the punishment would end, but realized she still didn’t feel nearly as much pain as she had when Allen had beaten her. He’d shown no mercy, no tenderness, no concern for her safety. Marc wasn’t Allen.

Remember that, Angie.

“You’re doing very well, pet. I’m proud of you for being so brave.”

Marc’s hands cupped each of her buttocks and she felt his tongue again on her sore and swollen clit. So close. She could come if he kept up this sweet torture. But she hadn’t been given permission. And she wouldn’t beg this time. The thought of being so turned on by pain still rattled her nerves.

She tried to fight the explosion bubbling up inside. He slid his tongue up her slit and pressed against her vagina. Angelina bucked against him as he pressed his hard tongue inside her.

“Oh, God. Please don’t stop.”

So much for not begging.

“Angelina, did you have permission to speak—other than to count?”

Noooo! Tears of frustration spilled from her eyes. Would he increase the number of blows remaining?

“Please, Marc…Sir. I mean Sir,” she sobbed. “I’m sorry.” Another sob tore from her. “I’m trying. Please forgive me.”

She felt pressure on her lower back as if he were resting his head there. His hands held her hips. Then he was gone. She clenched every muscle from her shoulders to her thighs, anticipating the last two blows.

Whoomph!

Her thoughts were interrupted by another smack, this one on her buttocks, but this one was far different than the others. Rather than the stinging blows of the first eight, this one felt cushioned, even padded. It fell against her upper thighs, the impact jolting her clit, even though it wasn’t a direct strike. Yet.

“
Cara
,” Marc cautioned.

So thrown off was she, she’d forgotten to count. “Nine, Sir. Please may I have another?” And then her other upper thigh received the same treatment.

Whoomph!

“Ten, Sir! Please may I have another?”

“Are you sure about that, pet?”

“No!!! I mean, no, Sir! Thank you. I got confused.”

Marc rubbed the implement over her butt. Soft. Furry?

“Ahhh.”

“I thought you might like that,
cara.
”

Finished. Oh, my God, she’d done it! She hadn’t used her safe word either. And she’d stayed in the moment. Her body collapsed against the armrest. She didn’t realize how tight she’d held her muscles during the punishment.

What next? Was she finally going to get to feel Marc’s penis inside her?
Oh, please say yes!
She wanted him so badly. She felt his hands massaging her shoulders and upper back with firm, yet gentle, strokes. He ran his hands over her burning cheeks and kissed each butt cheek on the very spots where he’d hit her. Then his hands held onto her hips as if he’d settled himself on his knees behind her and he pressed his tongue against her clit. Oh, God! She needed to come so badly. Please don’t let him torture her any longer. The eruption began to build in her belly and flowed through her chest, her thighs, her pussy.

“Please, Sir. I need you inside me.”

Marc’s tongue and lips left her. “No, that isn’t what you need, pet.”

Damn him. He was going to make her beg for it. Well, she had no pride any longer. “Yes, I do. I need you inside me. And I need to come, Sir.”

“Not nearly as much as I need to make you come,
cara
.”

Marc’s tongue pressed hard into her vagina as his thumb circled her clit. “Ohhhh! I can’t stop!”

“Come.” Marc’s tongue flicked her clit.

Two fingers replaced his tongue inside her pussy, stretching her and causing her to buck up against Marc’s hand. She hoped he would replace his fingers with his penis and penetrate her more deeply. Instead, his tongue laved her sensitive clit until screams were wrenched from her.

“Ohhhh! Oh,
Mio Dio
! I’m coming!” Angelina’s orgasm neared its peak. “Yessss! Yesssssssss!! Oh, God, yessss!” Her body exploded, sending her flying to pieces. She convulsed against the restraints holding her earthbound. “Oh, God! Oh, God! Don’t stop! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhhh, yes! Yes! Yessss!”

She jerked with each aftershock. When at last the world stopped trembling, Angelina collapsed like a wet noodle against the armrest again. She gasped for air, which irritated her raw throat. God, she didn’t know she was a screamer. But each time she thought she’d reached her most explosive orgasm, he took her to even greater heights. He hadn’t even made love to her yet. God, she needed to feel him inside her.

Would Marc take her like this—on the armrest? She hoped not. “I need to touch you. Now!”

“Is that an order, little sub?” Marc laughed and smacked her butt.

“Ow.” Was she in for another spanking? Then he rubbed her sore butt cheeks.

“I am pleased with how you took your discipline, pet.”

Her body warmed—in a good way—at his words. “Because this was your first serious offense, I went easier on you than I will the next time. Do not disobey me again.”

“I’ll behave, Sir.” But what if she couldn’t? This punishment had been bad enough. But the next one would be worse?

Even though Marc thought he’d gone easy on her, her ass still stung as if fire ants were having a picnic there. Her clit felt sore. What device of torture had he used on her clit? What was that fuzzy object at the end?

Snap. What was that sound?

“Relax. I was just putting on a latex glove. The Navy instilled in me the importance of not spreading germs. I want to put some lido on your ass to help with the burning.”

She felt his cold fingers squirting the lotion on her and gently rubbing it into her burning flesh. She heard him pull a couple tissues from a box, then moaned as he slid a finger down her wet cleft to press into her pussy. She bucked against his hand when a second finger entered her. Then both fingers pulled out and slid upward, toward her asshole. She tried to pull away. “No. Not there!”

Ignoring her, he continued to move closer. “Have you ever let a man touch you there,
cara
?”

“Sure.” If she weren’t lying face down on a loveseat, she would have tilted up her chin in false bravado. Then she admitted to truth. “My gynecologist.”

Marc chuckled. “I assure you what I plan to put there will be better than anything your GYN has inserted.”

Her anus clenched at the thought. What did he mean? A finger? Two? His penis. Her asshole clenched.

“Ah, I see the thought excites you.”

Her face flamed and her nipples became engorged as her wicked, traitorous mind latched onto the fantasy.

“
Dio
, your willingness to consider new experiences enchants me. Clearly, the thought of anal play, and maybe even anal sex, will be on the table this week. Would you like to explore that with me?”

One part of her mind screamed a vehement “no.: Then why did her head nod in response like a bobblehead doll sailing down a ski slope? She didn’t even know what he wanted to do to her. How could she agree to an unknown?

“Answer me, pet.”

She forgot he couldn’t see her head from where he was. No, but he had a perfectly clear view of her anus. This was too embarrassing for words.

“Stop analyzing it to death.” He seemed annoyed with her. “Just answer yes or no.”

“Yes.”

“Excellent. Well, if that’s a fantasy of yours, I know just the place to act it out. And you’re in luck. There was a time when I was known as Doc for my superior medical skills.” She heard him rustling around for something. “But, first, a little preparation.”

She felt cold liquid squirt against her anus and jumped. Oh, God! “No!”

“Did you wish to use your safe word?”

Did she? The idea of anal sex caused her clit to throb again. But it was so wrong. So dirty. So why did the thought of it have her mind and body aroused?

“Answer me, pet.”

“I’m just scared.” Her voice was so low, she didn’t know if he heard her. “It will hurt.”

He stroked her lower back and butt cheeks. “Thank you for being honest with me. I’m going to start stretching you so that it won’t be as painful. There are four plugs you’ll wear in succession over the next couple days.”

Butt plugs? Oh, God.

“Tonight is the smallest. Now relax. I’m just going to start with my finger.”

The thought of him scrutinizing her asshole at the moment sent an odd thrill through her.
Dio
, why did that make her feel like such a slut?

Marc’s finger tried to enter her tight opening. “Press against my finger.”

She did as he instructed and he entered her. Oh, God! So tight. No pain, just an odd pressure. She bucked against Marc’s finger, taking him deeper.

“You’re doing great,
cara
.” She glowed at his words of praise and clenched her anal muscles. Marc chuckled. “I think you’re ready for a second finger.” The thought of being stretched by two fingers sent her into a swift retreat.

She raised up on her elbows and tried to scoot off the armrest.

“Remain still.” Marc’s stern warning caused her to freeze. She felt another cold finger pressing against her, seeking entrance.

“Relax for me, pet.” Hearing his sweet, sexy voice made her want to please him. Remembering how pushing against Marc’s finger had made taking his first finger easier, she adjusted her position and pushed against him, feeling his second finger stretching her further.

“Oh, God!”

“So fucking tight.”

The burning surprised her—but still in a good way.

“Slow, deep breaths,
cara
”

She’d forgotten how to breathe. The feel of two fingers inside her asshole short-circuited her brain.

“I said breathe. Now.”

She drew a ragged breath, then another.

“Good girl.”

His other hand began stroking her back and her butt.
Relax. Yeah, right
. Burning pain.

“Stop worrying. I’m not going to fuck you there—yet. You’re too tight for me yet,
cara
.”

A mixture of feelings warred inside her. Relief that she wouldn’t have to take him inside her anus. Regret that she wouldn’t get to take them inside her anus. Oh, God. What was the matter with her?

“To help prepare you, I’m going to have you wear this plug tonight. You took my fingers so well, I think you’re ready for the second plug already.”

He pulled his two fingers out and she felt empty. “Press against it.” Already? God, he must have planned this all along. Something cold and wet pushed against her opening as his fingers opened her butt cheeks wider.

“Now.” Marc said.

She closed her eyes and tried to push against the object, but it had only gone inside her a small bit before the burning pain became unbearable. She gasped. “I can’t!”

“You’re doing great, pet. Push.”

She started to hyperventilate.

“Deep, slow breaths, pet.”

He ignored her distress and just kept pressing the damned thing against her. Wider and wider it stretched her, working its way through her rings of muscles. As the plug went deeper, it seemed to surpass the diameter of his two fingers. She clenched her hands.

“Relax. It will go in easier if you don’t tense up.”

She ran her tongue over her lips, which had become so dry, forcing herself to breathe more slowly, deeply. The plug continued its invasion. How the hell big was the god-damned thing?

“Almost there, pet.”

Wanting to get it over with, she tilted her butt toward the offending object and felt it plop into place. The feeling of being stretched to the max remained. This was beyond burning; it hurt.

“You did great,
Amore.

Breathe. Just breathe
.

She heard the glove being removed and the sound of tissues pulled from a box again. She felt the tissues pressed against her anus, as he wiped away the excess lubricant. His attention sent her clit to aching for him again. Then she felt his finger pressing against the plug and his tongue flicking her clit.

“No, I’m not ready!”

He pulled away for a moment. “Oh, you will come when I tell you to come, pet.”

But I just did!

And yet, the pressure against her anus, his tongue against her clit, and the added sensation of his finger curling inside her pussy and pressing against her G-spot created the perfect storm.

“Oh, please, Sir! No more. No, I mean, don’t stop!” She knew she made no sense whatsoever, but rational thought had long since been eradicated. A second finger entered her and she screamed. “Please, Sir! I need to come.”

His tongue left her clit again. “Yes, come for me, pet.”

When his tongue returned to her clit, she came undone. “Oh, dear God!” Angelina’s body was primed for take-off so much faster than ever before. She was bucking against the three pressure points and gasping for air in her oxygen-starved lungs.

He increased the speed of his tongue and fingers and “Oh, Marc! Yessss! Oh, please don’t stop!” Her body bucked and jolted against him until he wrenched every ounce of orgasm out of her. When the tremors stopped, she collapsed. Coherent thought had fled. She was nothing but a body to be used for his pleasure.

At the back of her mind, Angelina registered that he unhooked the bar from one ankle, then the other, but her hips wouldn’t work when she attempted to move her legs together again. Besides, she feared the plug would hurt more if she pulled her legs together.