Chapter 1 #2
She leans in and murmurs in my ear, “I hope you’re ready, pet. Remember the rules: you’re not allowed to come until I let you. Do you understand?”
I nod.
“Use your words, pet.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She taps my cheek. “Good boy.”
The bed dips as she climbs up to settle her knees on either side of my head.
I let out a shaky breath, my tongue darting out to swipe along my lips.
I’m desperate for her to lower her sweet cunt so I can feast on her, but instead, she hovers above me, with her hand resting on my chest, and I wait with bated breath. I’m so fucking hard, it’s painful.
“Ah, fuck!” My body bucks up off the bed as cold metal clamps down on my left nipple. I clench my teeth, breathing through my nose.
“Do you remember the traffic lights?” Angel murmurs.
“G-green,” I grit out. The pain is not unbearable, but I just need a fucking minute. Sweat beads on my forehead.
“Do you need a distraction, pet?” she asks innocently.
“Mmm… yes.”
The words have barely escaped my lips before her dripping pussy is rubbing against them.
I moan as I give it a languid lick before burying my tongue deep inside her.
She tastes so fucking delicious, but it’s not enough of a distraction as she latches the second clamp onto my right nipple.
My arms jerk, pulling against the cuffs holding me in place.
Her sweet cunt muffles my curses, but I don’t stop eating her out. Fuck, I could live off her pussy. I graze my teeth over her clit, loving the way she grinds down against me. My cock weeps, dripping down my shaft, but I try to focus on the pain of my aching nipples so I don’t break the rules.
“You’re taking your punishment so well, pet,” Angel moans, rocking against my mouth. She tweaks the nipple clamps, and my body bucks again. As if getting off on my pain, her juices coat my tongue, dripping down my chin. “Such a good boy,” she cries, riding out her release.
My stomach flips, pride flooding through me as I increase my ministrations on her cunt, licking and nibbling, lapping up every last drop of her. When her body stops shaking, she climbs off and removes my blindfold. I blink as the low light assaults my eyes.
“Are you going to act like a brat again?” she asks, her smile saccharine as she tweaks the clamps once more.
“N-no, ma’am,” I choke out.
“Are you sure?” She tweaks the other.
“Y-yes, ma’am.”
Angel leans down and licks a path down the centre of my chest. “Do you think you’ve earned your reward?”
I swallow, my balls drawing up painfully. I’m in desperate need of release, but I’m afraid of blowing the moment she touches me.
“When I ask you a question, pet, I expect an answer,” she admonishes, pouting.
Clearing my throat, I nod. “Yes, ma’am. I think I’ve earned my reward.”
Her eyes twinkle behind her mask as she smiles.
She releases the clamps before reaching for the key and unlocking the cuffs around my wrists.
I ignore the need to rub my sensitive skin, instead focusing on the gorgeous woman settled between my legs.
She’s still wearing the corset, and I watch the rise and fall of her breasts as her eyes drift over my tortured nipples.
“Since you’ve been such a good boy,” she murmurs, stroking my face with her delicate fingers. “You can decide what your reward is. Do you want my pussy or my mouth?”
My control snaps, and my hands hook around her thighs, lifting her and sinking her down on my cock in one slick move. I groan as her tight cunt squeezes around me. “I choose your pussy and your mouth,” I growl, claiming her lips as I thrust deep inside her.
Euphoria makes every member submit regular health checks, and there’s nothing I love more than feeling her bare.
Our tongues tangle, and the thought of her tasting herself on me has my balls drawing up. Her nails scratch down my back, and she bites down on my bottom lip. “Hold it, pet. Not yet.”
The way she grinds down on my rock-hard cock is torture.
My heart rate is erratic as I fight to hold off my release.
Her kisses steal my breath away. The room spins, but I’m determined to behave.
I don’t want to make my angel angry. Not being able to touch myself at the memory of her over the past month had me tense and on edge.
Enough so that I almost got red-carded from a match for the first time since making the Beckford U team.
“Stay with me, pet.” Angel bites her bottom lip and places her hands on my cheeks, forcing me to meet her gaze as she rolls her hips to take me deeper. When she knows she has my full attention, she smiles seductively. “Fuck me. Show me how much you want to please me.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I grunt out, gripping her hips and thrusting inside her at a punishing pace.
Her mouth drops open in a silent ‘O’, and the indecent sound of our flesh slapping together tips me over the edge.
My balls draw up, and I finally spill inside her.
My orgasm is the longest and most intense I’ve ever felt in my life.
Cum drips from her cunt, coating both of us.
She collapses in my arms, my dick still twitching inside of her.
I close my eyes, nuzzling my head in the crook of her neck, and breathe in her sweet smell mixing with the scent of us.
While I love the dynamic of our relationship, this is my favourite part of the night.
Holding her as we both come down from our high.
“I can’t wait another month to see you,” I murmur against her slick skin. “Meet up with me outside the club.”
She pulls away, ducking her head. “Someone like you wouldn’t be interested in someone like me in real life.” Her vulnerability pierces my heart.
I tilt her chin so she’s looking into my heavy gaze. “Someone like me?” My stomach churns as I wonder if I’ve somehow given myself away. Beckford isn’t a big city, but it can’t be so small that she’s worked out my identity, despite the mask covering half my face. “You don’t even know who I am.”
“Isn’t that better?” She presses her lips to mine before climbing off my lap. I feel the loss of her, and it guts me like a knife when she turns her back. “This wouldn’t work if we knew each other’s true identities.”
Angel picks up her underwear, slipping them on without cleaning herself up, and the primal beast inside me is glad to know she’ll be walking around with my seed inside her.
My long legs eat up the space between us when she moves for the door, and I press my palm to the wood, not letting her escape me just yet. “Tell me I’ll see you next month.” I hate the needy tone in my voice, but I can’t lose her. I can’t lose this.
She hesitates, her back pressed to my front. “Maybe.”
I don’t move. I can’t. Not until she gives me something more.
“Promise me.”
She sighs. “Move, pet.”
My stomach coils, chest tightening. This can’t be the end. “I’ll wait for you,” I whisper in her ear before stepping back and letting her leave.
She doesn’t look back.