Not touching below the neck was impossibly erotic. Angela's lips, coated with her unique silk, tasted more exquisite than the finest sweet liquor. She was a drug, and I was high on her.I pulled a hair's breadth away. "Put your finger back in your pussy. I want my mouth on yours when you come."I sucked at her mouth, pulled her lower lip with my teeth, and used my tongue to fuck the only way I could at the moment. She squirmed and sighed against my lips. Her hand was moving faster and her hips lifted from the seat."No, keep your ass pushed against the leather." My answer was her vibrating groan in my mouth. Her breathing picked up and I knew she was close. "Come for me, baby." I bit her a little harder and then slid my tongue deep.She screamed around my mouth and I deepened the kiss until her hips stopped thrusting against her hand. When her breathing was under control, I kissed the side of her nose. "It's time to go. I can't take much more. When we get back, I'm going to kill yo
Apprehension caused my slightly bratty wiggle against his groin when we entered the room. How would he handle me in this mood? I craved submission and knew my fear came from the undeniable need to know if this walking sex god would master me. Relief and an unstoppable wetness between my legs caused shivers to run across my body when his dominant side took control. He rebuked me with a firm swat on the ass, and stern fingers in my hair, as he continued to strip me naked.After he covered my eyes with the slip of silk, my mind drifted into pleasant bliss; my subconscious was programmed for obedience.The next touch to my body was nothing I expected: instead of warm hands, these were cold and slippery. Something - God-only-knew-what- was being slathered over my skin, but once I got past the initial shock, the sensation was not unpleasant. Still, I couldn't place the unique scent of the substance.I finally stopped thinking all together and let his callused fingertips have their way. Hi
The next morning, lying in bed, the world seemed brighter.I checked in with Barry, my AA sponsor, and assured him I was in control. Bending his ear about Angela, he sounded happy but cautious. I understood. Then, I called Wade, the young man I sponsored who was now working for me. We spoke for over an hour. The twenty-two year old man somehow survived life on the street after becoming a runaway addict at age fifteen. He received his ninety-day chip before I left for Houston. We made a good pair and he was no longer star struck by my larger than life persona. He had no problem giving me shit and I pushed his buttons right back. I ended the call after giving him the schedule for my return flight back to LA for a benefit concert.The unwanted thought of leaving Angela after coming so far drove me to approach Lydia. I needed to know her feelings about taking Angela with me."I don't know, Krispin. She doesn't handle society well.""This is a short gig, and both you and Damian tell m
I could feel Mistress's apprehension but she released my hand and placed it in Krispin's. "I know you can do this, Little Bird. Damian, Abigail, and I will be waiting when you return.""Thank you, Mistress." She leaned into me and took my lips in a deep kiss."God, Lydia, that's damn hot." Damian looked from me to his wife and we all laughed."I don't want her to forget who owns her." Lydia looked hard into Krispin's eyes and didn't give an inch.Krispin wouldn't back down. "You've staked your claim but I agree with Damian. Will you kiss her again when we get back? It's damn hot.""Get out of here before I drag you to the dungeon and tie you both up.""Promises, promises." He laughed.The wicked redheaded Domme slapped his ass when he grabbed my hand and walked me out.Carl drove us to the airport and Krispin took us quickly through the VIP security and then into a private lounge to wait for our plane. Damian offered his private jet but for some reason Krispin wanted to fly on
I remained pissed about the bathroom incident knowing I was completely to blame. Lydia told me to watch Angela closely. Her squirming around in the car shouldn't have been my first clue.It was a relief to get home and I loved showing off my LA home. I owned a penthouse in New York and thought seriously about renting a permanent suite in Damian's Houston hotel. Depending on how Angela did with this trip, I was ready to sign the papers and make it happen sooner than later."You have your own movie theater?""Yes, but the popcorn isn't nearly as good as the Cineplex." She was like a child at a candy shop. It felt wonderful to see my house through her eyes. "What would you like for dinner? Wade can run and pick us up anything you'd like.""Would you let me cook for you?""You cook?" I tried without success to keep the longing for a home cooked meal off my face."Yes, I cook." Finally, she seemed to relax."The kitchen is yours. Just use the house phone and dial 666 for Wade. He'll
Their silliness was infectious and I made sure they got dessert. We carried it out to the pool where three gorgeous nude bodies continued their antics. They seemed so carefree, and I wondered if Krispin would normally be playing with them.He looked at me. "Do you want to swim?""Yeah, come on in and please tell us you forgot your suit." Stephon rested his bulging forearms on the side of the pool and the other two looked on with puppy-dog eyes."Leave her be, Steph, or we'll all be horny tonight." Matt yelled from the deep end."You're always fucking horny, and as soon as you're home you'll be using your fist to get yourself off anyway." Another playful round of "Dunk-the-Idiot" ensued. If my pussy singularly belonged to Krispin, I could get used to this.They finally pulled themselves from the water and joined us for still-warm chocolate chip cookies. Then they lay back on the recliners and talked about rehearsal in the morning."We're only going over the song order and doing a
The melody floated through the room.You can't say we're not satisfiedBut Angie, AngieYou can't say we won't tryAngie you're beautifulAnd it ain't time to say goodbyeAngie, I love youIt ain't time to say goodbyeAs the last cord died away, I sat my guitar down and said "Thanks, guys" without ever taking my eyes off Angela. Her green orbs were looking back at me with such incredible need. I picked her up and carried her out of the building to the car. Sitting in the back with her wrapped tightly in my arms, the traffic delayed our appointment in the playroom.Her sexy grin further ruffled my feathers. "You have no reason to complain. My pussy needs relief more than your cock.""Oh, Little Bird, watch that mouth of yours.""I need your mouth on me, Sir. Please?""Wade, can't you go any faster?" I groaned, not caring that I sounded like a petulant teenager."Yes, Sir," he said in a husky voice, smiling slyly at me in the rearview mirror. I decided I would kill him l
"Do you pay someone to put the holes in your jeans?" I was looking at his ass, covered by the second skin of his ripped jeans. His black wife-beater completed the look of sex god, mega rock star. If another woman touched him, I'd break her fingers, slowly. The euphoria of Krispin Righteous, sex on a big hard stick, continued to throb through my tender pussy. It was like having repeated mini orgasms but he didn't need to know that. He stuck his fingers into one of the threaded holes in his jeans. "They come this way." He gave me a quirky grin because he noticed my eyes moving up and down his body. "How are you feeling?"I give him honesty. "Scared, excited, nervous.""You'll stay with me until I start playing, then you'll be standing off to the side with Wade. He'll take care of you.""Thank you. I like Wade.""He likes you too. Maybe too much. His eyes follow you constantly."A shiver went through me. "Jealous, Sir?"He drew me up against his scrumptious body and I smoothed my
I claimed he wasn't romantic, but Luke proved me wrong.He had something special planned for our one month wedding anniversary. I was currently strapped to a chair in the playroom, a scarf covering my eyes. Luke's hand gently moved my hair aside. Or, I thought it was Luke, but when the fingers moved up over my jaw a different scent filled me."Hi, beautiful girl," Wade said as he kissed my cheek. "I'm here to fuck you dry."An electric thrill ran over every inch of flesh on my body and I shivered."She's been a naughty girl all day. For some reason she seems to think I should have spoiled her surprise and told her you'd be joining us." Luke spoke from behind me. He reached around and pinched my nipples. "Untie her and we'll move her to a more accommodating location. You haven't seen her pretty pussy piercing."Luke loved calling it that. It usually had me laughing, but he squeezed my nipples again and I sucked in a quick breath. Wade unclipped me from the chair, leaving my wrist a
Two nights later, my dream was back. My sister watched me from the mirror. She spoke, but I couldn't understand. I made a grab for her hand as it turned to dust beneath my fingers. She swept away on the wind and I couldn't breathe."Shh, babe, breathe." It was Luke.He rolled us so I was on my back, his lips against mine, with his hand at my throat. He added pressure and I froze until he eased his fingers back. His cock entered me. He restricted my breathing again and again until I came so hard my toes curled."Tell me about Vachala," he said after rolling over so I lay on top of him.I hadn't spoken freely about my sister since she disappeared. I had told the private investigators details about our location in India when my mother sold her, but they never asked anything personal. Bittersweet thoughts of her poured into my mind. "She would run so fast she'd trip constantly. She always beat me in any race. I cried and she laughed. I think she was a demon in disguise. The only way an
I'm sure people had horrible night terrors and handled them better than I did. Saying mine aloud made them feel inconsequential. "A mirror or the reflection from water. I see me-starving, skeletal, always trying to say something. I fade to dust and I realize it isn't really me. It's Vachala." A calmness was settling over me. For years I kept this hidden. My father never knew. My mother died with me hating her, but more than that I hated my weakness. Even now I couldn't find a way to forgive myself. My mother should have chosen Vachala and left me to die. I used pain to prove I was strong. The more the better.I rolled over in Luke's arms and faced him. "I don't know why I can't breathe when I wake up. I know when I was hospitalized, I couldn't breathe. That was the last time I saw her." I could picture her so easily because whenever I looked in a mirror, she was there. "We were only babies, but that bond is unbreakable. I imagined her holding my hand for years. I could feel her soft f
I had her back in the waist belt and her hands attached in front of her when I walked her into the bathroom. I'd had everything ready. She saw what waited and stopped."Don't worry. This is only a mild cleansing, no cramping or pain. Bend over."Tears filled her eyes."Come on, girl, it looks worse than it is.""Please, Luke." She looked down at the floor and I saw a tear roll from the end of her nose."'Please, Luke' is not your safeword. Lift your leg onto the toilet seat or I'll use a different solution."She lifted her leg and I could see her knees trembling. I inserted the enema nozzle and she jerked as if the solution had hot pepper in it. Actually, I used a bit of peppermint along with a mild soap and warm water; it wouldn't hurt at all. I opened the valve. "Hold it in. I'll tell you when you can relieve yourself." Her tears turned to soft hiccups. I really thought she'd cave by now, but her stubborn brain was blocking her desire to end the humiliation. I moved her to the
Machala was asleep, her breathing deep and even. I sat down beside her and transferred our lunch to the nightstand. I moved pillows beneath her head after loosening the straps at her wrists. I went into the bathroom and soaked a washcloth in warm water. I hadn't left any cuts on the front of her body, but welts covered her. After running the cloth over each welt, I rubbed ointment into her skin.She woke up when I loosened her wrists, but waited until I finished with the ointment before speaking. "I can't do it, Luke. You're wasting your time." Her dejection came through in each soft word.I slowly removed the blindfold so she could see my eyes. She squinted into the light before her gaze settled on mine. "I love you. It's not something you walk away from. I can't watch you suffer alone. Sharing your terror may not help, but I'll be there and I'll know the worst. I've imagined so many things and each one causes me sleepless nights. You have no idea the abuse I've imagined. I only wan
The lies she lived with couldn't continue. I refused to allow her to destroy herself. She barely slept and I wasn't as stupid as the first time she stayed with me. Then, I missed the small nuances that showed how exhausted she was. That would never happen again. And now something set her off without lack of sleep involved. Some trigger that no one but she understood. I couldn't fucking help her if she wouldn't talk to me. All my frustration from months ago came rising to the surface. I imagined her as a young child being raped, beaten, or both. I couldn't stand the pictures in my head... the unknown.I wrapped rubber bands tightly around the ends of the sticks, securing them together. Machala's breasts were hanging freely over the bench, which made clamping the sticks on her nipples easy. The rubber bands applied the pressure so her nipples squeezed between the lacquered wood. When I put them on, she stopped struggling and speaking. I grabbed the sticks in the middle between her breas
I couldn't hold back the tears and he stopped moving. "No, don't, Luke. Fuck me hard, please."He did. I have no idea how much noise we made and I'm surprised the door didn't cave. He pulled my hair until I thought he would leave me bald, and when that didn't work, he rammed two fingers in my ass. No lube and it hurt but... it took me over the edge and I cried out as my body crashed. I was crying, but pulling air into my lungs."Shh," he whispered against my ear.I knew he suspected I was crazy. Hell, I was the ice queen. No panic attacks allowed for me. "I'm so sorry." My forehead rested against his chest. His cock was still inside me."You shouldn't be. Having my very own fuck bunny during practice is something I plan on growing accustomed to."He was attempting to change the mood. I shouldn't let him, but I desperately wanted to forget my near out of control disaster. We cleaned up in the bathroom. Luke took special care of my piercing. He'd explained about condoms for the firs
We woke up after seven-much later than a usual Monday morning. I could tell by her breathing that Machala was awake. "What are you thinking about, girl?" I asked into the quiet room."Hmm, touching you. I always want to touch you while you sleep." Her voice sounded drowsy and sexy."I won't stop you." There were times to be dominant and times to give your sub what she wanted. This was the latter. I expected her hands to travel my chest, arms, even ass. I saw the way she stared at me. A hungry lioness came to mind. What I didn't expect were her hands on my face.She moved up a little, using her elbow to prop herself. I closed my eyes as her soft fingers traveled across my jaw, moving to my cheeks and even along my nose."You're beautiful," she whispered.I didn't think any man alive wanted to be called beautiful. At least not until this moment. Her thumb swiped across my eyelid before her fingers went to my lips. Now they ran across the outline of my mouth and one finger slipped in
How did he do it? This man knew what my brain did not. The dull ache above my clit caused by the piercing had me craving more. It also reminded me that it wasn't just a collar that bound a submissive to their dominant. Luke piercing me was his claim and wouldn't disappear like the bruises he left after a scene.He was on the phone while I used a mirror to look between my legs. He'd actually handed it to me before he went to make his call. Fuck, I desperately needed to come again or somehow get my mind off my body's greedy cravings.I latched onto work. I had to call Danny and explain I wouldn't be at work for two weeks. Luke had removed the butt plug after our prolonged scene in the playroom. I sat on the end of my bed fully aware of my new piercing and hit Danny's name on my cell."Hello, doll. What's happening?" His anger over the newspaper article and picture was obviously gone.There were times I used my icy business voice with Danny, but this wasn't one of them. I valued his f