Somebody's Angel (#5 in a Military Romance / BDSM Romance series) (Rescue Me) (21 page)

Taking the ends of the band, she returned to the bed, ignoring his frown as she straddled his chest. “We both will enjoy this scene better if you can’t see what’s coming. As you know, sensations are so much more intense when one or more senses are removed.” She wondered if he remembered telling her something similar when he blindfolded her in her bedroom in Aspen Corners that first time. He captured her gaze with his and held it, defiant to the end.

“You just earned five more lashes for looking at me.” He tensed, but she planned to use the flogger for some of these. His skin would be raw otherwise. Amazing that, even after she’d shown him how hard she would deliver the punishment blows, he still wouldn’t obey.

Stubborn, stubborn man
.

Though his eyes blistered her with defiance, she stood her ground. After a tense standoff, he closed his eyes and raised his head off the pillow, allowing her to tie the blindfold around his head. The shift in authority as she removed yet another of his defense mechanisms gave her a sense of power she’d rarely felt. She adjusted it over the bridge of his nose, preventing him from being able to see what she was doing.

Trust me, baby.

Angelina stood and stared down at Marc’s gorgeous, restrained body. Where to begin? First, something simple. She stood up beside the bed and picked up the deer-hide flogger. She wanted to warm his skin with the thuddy implement before setting it on fire with erotic tingling and a mixture of sting and thud with the nylon chain flogger later. Soon she’d have him begging for more. For her.

Well, not verbally begging.

She smiled.

She’d been on the receiving end of this implement many times. Marc was an expert, but he’d let her practice with it a few times and had pointed out where her technique was lacking.

Taking the wrapped handle, she dragged the soft falls over his chest and abdomen, working around his penis to his thighs. He clenched his fists when they touched his welted skin but relaxed within seconds. She lifted the flogger off him and began swishing the falls in the air, coming closer and closer to his skin each time but not touching. Surely he felt the breeze the motion created and heard the sound, though. He held his body rigid, as if waiting for the first impact. But when it didn’t come, he relaxed. She’d made that mistake many times, letting down her guard too soon.

Flick, flick, flick.

When she struck his sides and pecs the first time, he raised up his chest as if to meet the falls. His nips enlarged as she repeatedly struck them, light at first, then harder. He clenched his fists but seemed to be enjoying it, if his bobbing erection was any indication. Over and over, she flicked the deer-hide tips against his skin. His olive skin turned a dusty rose. Time for the nylon-chain flogger. She switched the softer flogger to her left hand and moved down his body, flicking him with the harsher falls, bypassing his balls and penis. She flicked his striped thighs, and he hissed at the impact on his now-sensitive skin.

Angelina walked around to the other side of the bed and, at first, just stroked him with the soft falls of the flogger. Then she began lashing him again. As she drew closer to his penis, it bobbed in the air, seeking contact with the leather. Precum dripped from the tip of his erection. She began to lash his balls ever so lightly at first, then harder. His hips jerked away as much as they could move, which wasn’t very far. This he didn’t enjoy.

“Lie still. Mistress didn’t give you permission to move.”

She smacked the flogger across his balls with a thud, and he jumped, groaning through the gag.

“Quiet. Mistress knows what her boy needs.”

Dio,
I hope so, anyway
.

As she let the falls thud more heavily against his penis and balls, he hissed. Deciding to give him a rest, she brought the flogger down in an overhand motion onto his chest. He jerked his torso up when they slapped against his nipples again. Ah, so her boy wanted more play there.

“Lie still.” She hoped her voice sounded firm, but it was difficult to contain her happiness at bringing him excitement. He seemed to enjoy having his nipples stimulated.

Happy to oblige, she laid the flogger on the bed and walked over to the toy bag. “I know just the thing.” She rooted around a bit. “This should do the trick.” She knew he couldn’t see what she’d found, but anticipation was good for him. His nips were smaller than hers, but these alligator nipple clamps would exert enough pressure to make him squirm—and he’d squirm even more later on when she removed them. She wondered if her man’s nips were as sensitive as hers.

Setting the clamps at his side, she straddled his hips again, wiggling her ass against his penis just for meanness—and because she could. Suddenly, her own desire rose, and she wanted him buried deep inside her. Nearly overwhelmed, she fought to tamp down her errant libido.

Not yet.
Above all, self-control
.

She giggled, remembering the line spoken by the wicked stepmother in the
Cinderella
video she and Savi had watched with Marisol the other day.

Focus, Angie
.
Beloved cartoon characters have no place in a BDSM scene.

Angelina bent over Marc and licked his nipple. When she took the little nip between her teeth and tugged, he moaned. Sitting up again, she picked up a clamp and rubbed it against his swollen nipple, letting him hear the tinkle of the dangling chain. She wasn’t sure if he tensed at the coldness of the metal or because he knew what was coming, but he held his entire body rigid.

“Prepare to feel the bite, boy.” Without prolonging the anticipation as long as he might have with her, she clamped the first one over his nip.

He tried to pull away from the pain, groaning into the gag, but had nowhere to go. She picked up the washcloth and wiped the spittle off the corner of his mouth. The way he bit into the ball told her he hadn’t anticipated that much pain.

“And again.” He tensed and stopped breathing. Without further ado, she clamped the other nipple. Marc moaned again as the clamp’s teeth bit into him. “Breathe, boy.” She stroked his chest, making circle eights around his upper and lower pecs while avoiding the nipple clamps and the chain between them.

Angelina straddled his knees and couldn’t resist bending down to place a kiss against the cleft at the head of his penis. It bobbed against her mouth, and she took just the head inside, sucked gently, and then released him with a plop. The salty precum on her tongue made her want more.

Not yet.

Dommes needed discipline, too—
self
-discipline. She nearly giggled remembering how Marc had exuded self-control until his balls were blue that first week they’d been together at the start of their D/s relationship.

What next? She wished she knew what Marc needed most from her, so she could give that to him in this scene. How did he always seem to know what
she
needed? Marc withheld orgasms from her many times, but…

Remembering how long he’d gone without coming during their first week together—four
days
—something occurred to her. What if having an orgasm was another way in which Marc kept tight control of his emotions? Did allowing himself to have an orgasm with her equate to vulnerability to him?

She grinned.

We’ll see who’s in control of your orgasms now, Sir…boy.

Time for some fun. Maybe she wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this more than her sub, but now that he was cooperating, she was getting into what she thought might be Domme headspace quite nicely. Excitement bubbled up inside her as she slid her hand under the sheet near his left foot and pulled out the cock ring. She turned the vibrator on, and it buzzed to life. Angelina smiled and looked up at Marc. Judging by how much stiffer his penis became, he knew what she held. He’d enjoy it, too—up to a point anyway.

“Instead of the negative reinforcement of the lash used as punishment, Mistress is going to use another method to help you remember self-discipline, so you never make the same mistakes again.”

He mumbled against the gag—probably assuring her there would be no next time—but she merely grinned and crawled closer to him. She wished she had some fuck-me stiletto thigh-high boots on to give her more of a Domme appearance, but she had seen plenty of femdoms at the club wearing comfortable walking shoes. Marc couldn’t see her anyway and if stiletto shoes were out, she guessed he wouldn’t want her to wear stiletto boots either. So she’d remain comfortably barefoot.

Leaning back, she lubed the gel-and-plastic ring, placed it over the head of his penis, and slid it down to his balls. A quick reach under the sheet again, and she pulled out a banana-flavored condom to sheath him. Even though she wasn’t ready to do anything sexual yet, preparation was good, not to mention the anticipation.

Encourage him to trust—and then make him loosen the tight reins on his self-control.

“Mistress is proud of you for trusting her with both a ball gag and a blindfold. My good boy.”

His upper body relaxed a bit at her praise.

Straddling him, she took her fingernails and raked down his torso, digging a little more deeply into his skin as she drew closer to his hips. She bent over him and grabbed the chain between the nipple clamps with her teeth. Raising up slowly, she pulled on them while pressing her pussy tightly against his erection, rocking up and down on him. He moaned and bucked against her.

“Lie still.” She stifled a giggle, knowing she was teasing him.

Angelina dropped the chain and trailed kisses down his abs as she scooted down the bed until she reached his hard penis. Taking him into her mouth, she wrapped her lips around him and let her teeth graze the sheathed skin. His intake of breath through his nose emboldened her, and she reached for the cock ring to turn it on. The vibrations of her boy’s banana-flavored cock made her mouth tingle and water at the same time. She sucked harder, knowing he wouldn’t come while the ring restricted the blood flow to his penis.

After a few minutes of teasing, she thought now might be a good time to make it clear where this scene was heading. But they would need to communicate fully, so the need for the ball gag had passed. Time to release him before she forced a release from him. For what was probably his first time with a gag since he’d trained to use one, he’d done really well. She’d made her point.

Taking one leg and swinging it over his waist, she unstraddled his hips. She unsnapped the strap of the ball gag. “Open wide for me, boy.”

He did so without hesitation, anxious to get rid of the thing no doubt, and let her remove the gag. Picking up the washcloth, she wiped the drool off the corners of his mouth. She’d never understood the attraction of gags and hadn’t liked when Marc gagged her. It was the only really humiliating thing he subjected her to. Luckily, he didn’t do it very often, but only because she’d taken to discipline much more quickly than he had today.

No sense removing the blindfold just yet. His penis throbbed against her pussy as he worked his mouth and jaws. Good, because she planned to work them some more in a few minutes. She wanted some answers, communication.

“What are you feeling, boy?”

“Relieved to be out of the gag.”

“Was it as bad as you expected?”

He was silent for a moment. “Not what I expected at all.”

“Didn’t you train with a ball gag at some point?”

He shrugged. “I just put one on myself.”

She rolled her eyes. “Not quite the same when you’re at the mercy of someone restraining you, is it? Someone taking away your decision for when it could be removed?”

He shook his head.

“But why were you so afraid of it?”

His body tensed. “Who said I was afraid?”

“Marc, don’t lie to your Domme. You were terrified.”

“I don’t know.”

“Honest answers.”

“That’s as honest as I can be. I don’t know why the thought of a gag freaked me out, but you’re right, Mistress. It did.”

That he acknowledged her assessment was accurate thrilled her. He was often so cocky and arrogant, never wanting to admit any sign of weakness.

“Thank you, boy, for your honesty.” She stroked his cheek, and he smiled.

“Mistress has something special for her boy now. She’s going to torture your cock and balls a while, but you won’t be permitted to come until she’s ready.” Now for the clincher. “When Mistress tells you to come, you will do so immediately and show her how you trust her to take care of your needs. Is that clear?”

“Very, but I can’t come on command.”

“Are you saying you plan to defy Mistress?”

“I’m just stating a fact for Mistress she might not have noticed in the past several months.”

Oh, I’ve noticed.

Now to do something about it. “We’ll proceed. You do not want to disappoint Mistress, though. The consequences may be felt long after this scene ends.”

“All I can do is try.”

“Try very hard, boy.”

* * *

Cock-and-ball torture? Where the hell had she learned about that? Had she been taking lessons from Grant? Surely she wouldn’t have one of Grant’s male chastity belts. No way in hell would she find CBT gear in
his
toy bag. Of course, there were other ways to torture a man’s cock and balls.

What the fuck did she mean by consequences beyond this scene?

Hell, submitting even for this short time was torture, but he wasn’t going to permit her domination beyond tonight. He just wished she’d achieve whatever it was she needed to get out of this scene soon so they could put an end to it.

Not that the entire scene had been bad. He’d enjoyed parts of the flogging. Having Angelina’s mouth on his cock always felt good. One thing he didn’t want to think about was what these nipple clamps were going to feel like when she removed them.

Her hand cupped his balls, and he held his breath, waiting for whatever she intended to do to him. She squeezed them lightly, not hard enough to raise his voice an octave. Her mouth enveloped the head of his penis again, and he gave in to the exquisite sensations. Her sharp nails grazed his balls, and his hips jolted up, sending his cock farther down her throat.