Chapter 11 Angel
Angel
Anxiety crawled through my system. My lips felt sore and swollen and as I walked across the bedroom towards the bed, I reached up and touched them. They were wet. I looked down and realized that I was as well. My legs were soaked with more than just water from the shower head.
There was something wrong with me. There had to be.
It was the only explanation for the floaty feeling currently coursing through me.
Despite knowing that, however, I found myself following Gaven’s orders.
It felt undeniable, after all, this chemistry between us and though I shouldn’t have been, I was curious.
I went over to the bed and stopped at the end.
My fingers found the mattress and I bent over it, arching my back and pushing my ass out so that when he entered from the bathroom, he’d find me just this way—with my head down and my ass on display for him.
Even if it was only in the furthest recesses of my mind, I must admit that I missed this part of our relationship.
The back and forth—the push and pull—I’d never had that with anyone else but him.
In the lonely years that had followed, I’d thought of him as I’d touched myself late at night.
He asked me if I remembered how he took my virginity—the answer had to have been obvious to him. Of course, I did. How could I forget?
It’d been a moment to remember. With his tie gripping my throat, my legs spread and bound open for his hand as he’d fucked me with his fingers.
He’d added more and more lube—practically emptying the bottle until he’d managed to collapse his thumb and slide the whole of his palm into my pussy.
It’d been a shock, a stretch. It’d been painful—but out of that pain had bloomed pleasure.
I hadn’t felt anything like it since. Not until now.
Quiet footsteps reached my ears as Gaven entered the bedroom from the bathroom.
I held my breath, waiting, but he didn’t say anything as he strode across the room.
The soft swish of Gaven’s belt being pulled from the loops of his pants echoed into the quiet room.
My heart thudded in my ears, a rapid fluttering beat.
Yes, there was a tinge of fear there, but there was also anticipation. I couldn’t deny that and so close to the pain and pleasure he promised, I didn’t want to.
A snapping noise—leather slapping against itself—made me jump, and the low rumble of Gaven’s amusement followed. “Are you frightened, baby?” he asked.
“I think you like frightening me,” I replied.
Pain bloomed against my flesh as something sharp landed on my ass and I cried out, arching against the suddenness of it. “That wasn’t an answer,” Gaven stated.
I panted and twisted my fingers into the mattress. “No,” I said quickly. “I’m not frightened.”
The leather from before touched my ass, except this time it was gentle.
I jumped more from the shock of it than anything else as Gaven slid what I could only assume was his belt over the spot of pain he’d left behind.
The gentle back and forth movements of the leather made me feel more insane because it wasn’t enough.
I needed something far more stimulating and the bastard knew it.
The belt was removed and it swished through the air, landing with a crack on my ass. I cried out again before sinking further into the mattress. My head bowed as my spine arched and my ass automatically came back up for more, and more, Gaven gave me.
Using his belt, he hit me again and again.
Each blow was quick and precise. He never hit the same spot twice—instead peppering my asscheeks with spanks and then lowering the strikes to my thighs.
I could feel myself leaking, pussy juices sliding from my insides down my thighs.
It took considerable effort not to squirm after each hit.
The pain flushed through me, rising in a giant tidal wave before slowing and morphing into something else.
My eyes slid shut as I took it and let it roll through me.
Over and over again, he struck me, delivering each blow with harsh hands.
Finally, when the spanking was over, warm hands touched my flesh and a groan left me.
He squeezed the mounds of my ass, pressing his fingers into the likely reddened flesh.
“Your skin is hot to the touch,” he said casually, as if he were talking about the weather.
It reminded me just how depraved this whole thing was.
A grown woman bent over, allowing herself to be punished and spanked and somehow finding pleasure in the act.
Gaven slid a finger through the crack of my ass and I stiffened as he stopped, hovering over my ass. With a hum, he moved further downward. “Ah, so you liked your punishment,” he said as he reached my cunt.
More heat spilled through me that had nothing to do with the spanking. Embarrassment burned into my cheeks. “It’s alright to like it, love,” Gaven continued. “Many strong women get off on submission. You will too.” He said it as if it was already a sure thing, a fact that he spoke into existence.
I gritted my teeth but didn’t respond as his finger slid into my pussy, not nearly thick enough for what I wanted, but just the barest hint of pleasure combining with the ache from the pain he’d caused. It was electric—what he did to me—something completely otherworldly.
The control I’d managed to maintain on myself as he’d struck my ass slipped loose and I found my hips swaying as I tried to thrust back against his finger, fucking myself onto his hand for the barest bit of satisfaction. The flat of his palm came down on the top of my ass, halting the movement.
It was far different—the pain of his belt versus that of his hand. Somehow, the skin to skin contact made it altogether something more.
“Don’t seek out pleasure I’m not willing to give, Angel,” he said in warning.
I bowed my head against the mattress once more. “What are you going to do next?” I asked the question as a means of distracting myself because, despite his words, it was nearly impossible not to fuck myself against his finger as it sat inside of my entrance.
Gaven hummed again, the sound thoughtful.
Sweat beaded on my temples and slid down my face.
My arms and legs trembled with the effort to keep myself up and in the position he wanted me in.
Despite the sound he’d made, though, Gaven didn’t immediately respond.
Instead, his finger twisted against my insides as he gathered my juices and pulled it out.
He trailed up back to my asshole and then circled it with his finger, drenched in my precum.
My spine stiffened as he circled the dark hole again and again. My breaths came in quick spurts. In and out. I felt lightheaded, dizzy, with the unknown. His actions were both a threat and a promise.
When he pushed against my dark hole, I yelped and tightened up all over. A hand settled on my lower back, pressing me down into the bed. “Don’t fight it,” he said.
“It hurts,” I muttered.
“No it doesn’t,” he replied. “I haven’t done anything to hurt you yet, love. This is merely discomfort.”
Discomfort was fucking right. I squirmed and wiggled against his hold as his finger slid into my ass.
It was wrong. My sphincter contracted around the foreign digit in my hole.
I rolled my head back and kicked against the mattress and another slap landed on my backside.
The finger sank deeper as I cried out at the pain.
“You’ll have something much thicker than a finger in this ass soon enough, Angel,” Gaven said. “So, I suggest you get used to it.
“No,” I groaned. “I don’t like it.” It made me feel strange. Little sparks rose up beneath my skin and flooded my limbs. I crossed my arms over my head and buried my face in them as he continued his movements.
Moving out and then back in, Gaven thrust his finger into my asshole without stopping. Whimpers left my lips. I whined. I writhed against the disgusting sensations. It was so very … odd. I felt hot and dirty.
“Do you feel like a whore taking my finger in your ass, Angel?” Gaven’s words rocketed through me, burning more embarrassment and humiliation into me. I couldn’t help but tell the truth.
“Yesss,” I hissed at him.
He fucked my ass harder as the wetness from my pussy soaked into my hole. It grew dry and harder for him but he didn’t stop.
“You’re clenching down on my finger like you want more,” he said.
“No, I don’t!” I protested.
“Oh, but I think you do,” Gaven replied. “I think you secretly like having my finger in your ass like a little whore. Only sluts love having something in this hole of theirs and you’re no different, love.”
The burn of humiliation swept through me at his degrading words. I twisted my head back and forth as tears touched my eyelashes. No. No. No. That couldn’t be true. I didn’t like it, that’s not what these sensations meant.
“Is your cunt fluttering, baby?” Gaven leaned over me as he withdrew his finger. His hand moved to my pussy and he gathered more wetness there before smearing it between my asscheeks. “Do you want something?”
“You said if I were good,” I moaned. “You said if I begged for forgiveness, you’d let me come.”
“I did,” Gaven agreed. “I didn’t say how or when I would let you come, though.”
“My ass isn’t for fucking,” I huffed.
“Oh, but it is,” Gaven argued. “In fact, your ass will get a lot of fucking before I’m through with you.” My breath caught on those words and I clenched my hands into fists.
“I’m going to fuck you wide open, Angel,” he continued. “Slide my cock into your darkest depths and then fill you up with my cum in every way and when I’m done I’m going to shove a plug inside and make you walk around, carrying my load like the filthy little whore you want to be for me.”