Page 21 of Buying Angel

HUDSON

I STEPPED INSIDE the playroom and expected to find Gaby walking around and taking everything in. To my surprise, she was kneeling in front of my chair in the corner of the room totally naked. I knew that she was a trained sub, but I was amazed that she already seemed to know how I would start all of my scenes. We had never spoken about anything to do with my rules, but she had already figured one of my main ones out.

I took off my jacket and placed it on the settee as I passed it, next to her neatly folded clothes. I had already removed my shoes and socks before I had come into the room, so I didn’t have to worry about them. I walked over to the chair and sat down, getting myself comfortable and taking a few moments to gaze down at the beauty kneeling in front of me. She was gorgeous, and part of me wished that Nico was here to see this, but that would have to come later.

I would always do this before starting a scene, but usually my sub and I would have already discussed the rules for the evening. While I was sitting there watching, Gaby didn’t move a muscle. It amazed me, the composure and poise she must have been using to just kneel there.

I decided I had let her kneel long enough, so I spoke to gain her attention.

“Angel, look at me.”

Immediately obeying my command, she looked up and directly into my eyes. There was suddenly a sparkle to them that I had never noticed before. I knew we needed to set the rules before we did anything, so I continued.

“I would usually have discussed this before you presented yourself to me, but since you have been so diligent, we will do it here. Would you like to move from your position, or are you comfortable there?”

She did look very comfortable, which led me to suspect that this was a position she had often been left in for a long period. Without even a smile cracking on her face, she replied.

“I am comfortable, thank you, sir.”

I gave a slight nod. “Now, would you like to choose a safe word, or do you prefer the color system? My personal preference is color, but it’s okay if you prefer a safe word.”

“The color system, sir. It is what I am most comfortable with.”

I knew this woman was perfect for me. All I needed to know now was how far she wanted to go this evening.

“Okay. We will also use one to three fingers if you are unable to speak to represent the three colors. I know your preferences were explained to me, but how would you like the scene to go this evening?”

I could see her pondering this question. Knowing Vincent and what I had heard about Mikhail, they probably never discussed what they would do before doing it. In fact, they probably didn’t give her the option of stopping either. For a few moments, Angel was silent, but then she answered me.

“I am happy with whatever you desire. I know you will not hurt me, and I trust you, sir.”

I was surprised at her answer after what she had explained to me earlier. I had thought that she still would be wary of me, even though she knew me. For her to say she trusted me was the biggest surprise of all, even though she was perfectly correct in her statement, that I would never hurt her for the sake of doing so. However, she did say that she was happy with impact play which was perfect for what I had in store for her this evening.

“Angel, I want you to get up and bend over the settee over there.”

I watched as she looked around to see exactly where I was pointing. She got up from the floor, walked over to the settee, and dutifully bent over. It was only as she started walking that I noticed she was still wearing her heels, which immediately sent ripples down my already-hard cock. It was as though she could read my mind and knew exactly what I liked. Again, I left her there for a moment, both to get herself comfortable and to compose herself for what was about to happen.

I debated in my mind what I wanted to do. Getting up from the chair, I walked over to the cupboards along the side of the playroom and opened the first one I came to, which housed all my whips and paddles. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go down this route so quickly, but something told me that Angel would love it. I picked up one of my paddles, probably a little tame for a trained sub who was accustomed to impact play, but I wanted to keep things light after she confessed to me earlier. I walked over to where she was bent over the settee and spoke.

“Widen your legs for me slightly, Angel.”

Without question, she parted her legs and continued to stand there in position without moving. I glided my hand across the smooth skin of her buttocks. This was the first time she lost her composure as I heard her take a sharp intake of breath. I slid the paddle across both cheeks, and yet another intake of breath came from her lips. I brought the paddle down on one side, hearing it slap against her skin, then placed my hand over it and rubbed gently, and then continued to do this to the other cheek. I repeated this pattern a few times, spanking and then soothing each time Angel took in a sharp breath.

I could see her start to glisten as she became wet with her arousal. I wanted to make sure that she was still okay so spoke.

“Where are you, Angel?”

“Still green, sir.”

I knew then that tonight was going to be the perfect evening for us both. It was just a shame that Nico wasn’t here to enjoy it too, but his time would come. I placed the paddle down and stroked my hand across her cheeks slowly down through her wetness. I could feel how aroused she was as my finger slowly circled her swollen clit. I inserted two fingers inside her, feeling her walls tighten the instant that I entered.

All the while, Angel just lay there, not moving or making a sound. I guessed this was what she had been trained to do by Vincent, but it wasn’t what I liked to hear in my own sub. I wanted to know that she was enjoying the experience.

“Angel, I can’t hear you. I want to hear what I am doing to you. But you cannot come until I give you permission. If you need me to stop so you do not come, you must tell me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

I continued to pleasure her slowly. I wanted to build anticipation inside her. She would nearly come a few times before I finally allowed her to go over the edge. It may have seemed cruel to most, but those who have been taken to the edge numerous times and allowed to come would tell you that it was the greatest orgasm they would ever have. I knew because I had experienced it as well. I could hear the quiet moans coming from her lips and could tell she was struggling with the notion of verbally acknowledging her pleasure. When you have been trained one way, it is very difficult to revert to another in the space of a few minutes.

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