Page 50 of Wicked Angel

“Sometimes,” I warned her as I reopened my eyes and continued the movements of my finger. I circled her clit slowly, and it grew redder with each pass. “I will simply order you to strip and lay back on the bed so that I may admire you. You’ll part your legs for me and let me see all of you.”

My finger trailed further down and I pushed into the openness of her cunt. Despite our earlier sex, her insides gripped me tight. The muscles were practically clinging to me as I thrust into her and withdrew, only to thrust back in. Her hips rolled with need. My other hand snapped up and I slapped her thigh, earning a shocked yelp from her lips.

“Don’t move,” I ordered. “When I wish to admire my wife, you’re to let me. Don’t disrupt me.”

“But—” As her lips parted and that single word escaped her lips, I pulled my finger from her clit and raised my hand, bringing it down against her open pussy. The slap rang through the room and just because I could, I grabbed her thigh to keep her legs from closing automatically and brought my hand down against the sensitive flesh of her cunt once more.

A cry erupted from her and she trembled as tears broke the surface. Her eyes turned to me in heated confusion and … yes, arousal. Just to make sure, once I delivered my punishment, I shoved two fingers into her core and relished in the soaking wet insides of her cunt.

Devious little girl. She liked me slapping her pussy. I’d already found with how she’d reacted to my fist in her cunt that she could handle at least some level of pain. She was going to be so fun to train. To fuck. To devour. Perhaps, I’d turn her into the perfect little pain slut. Just for me, she would bend and let me hurt her. Let me wreck her completely.

“You liked that,” I said with a cruel smile as I fucked her with my fingers.

Her head turned back and forth in denial, blonde hair flying around her face. “No,” the denial flew out of her mouth. “I didn’t. It hurt.”

“Pain can be just as enticing as pleasure, Angel,” I said. “Shall I show you?”

Wide, teary eyes met my gaze. “What do you mean? How?”

Pulling my fingers from her cunt, I lifted them to my lips and sucked them into my mouth. Her eyes widened as her lips parted and formed a soft little ‘o’ of surprise. She tasted of nirvana, deliciously wicked on my tongue as I drank her juices and licked my hand clean. Once I was done, I released her thigh and moved back.

“Turn over,” I ordered, “on your hands and knees.”

A beat passed and then another. Finally by the third one, she was moving.Curious little thing,I thought with barely repressed excitement. Despite the pain and despite her automatic denial, she was interested.

Once Angel was turned over and her hands and knees planted on the bed, I got off. The mattress shifted with the loss of my weight, and when she lifted her head and turned back, I spoke. “Don’t move. Keep facing the headboard. Stick your ass out more. Yes, just like that.”

I found what I was looking for on the floor, but kept it from her gaze as I set it down on the end of the bed. My hands gripped the front of her thighs, reaching around the sides and using my hold, I yanked her back until she was practically at the very bottom. Too far from the headboard to grasp for it.

A gasp left her, but I ignored it in favor of running my hand up her spine, feeling the way her muscles moved—contracting and releasing—in response. My fingers met the soft blonde locks of her hair, and I gathered them in my fist, wrapping them around my hand as I pulled sharply.

Angel’s back arched upward. “Don’t tell me to stop,” I commanded. “Not unless you really think you can’t take it. I don’t want to be disappointed, Angel. I want to see how strong you can be.”

“What are you going to do?” she stuttered, breathlessly.

I grinned. “You’ll see.” I released her again and the front of her fell back to the bed. “Now, arch your back. I want that ass all the way out.”

Hesitantly, she did as commanded. I grabbed my leather belt from the end of the bed where I placed it and took a step back. For a moment, I simply stood there, admiring the trembling of her body—the uncertainty as she waited, not knowing what I was going to do to her.

Finally, after enough time had passed that her trembling had subsided slightly, I looped the leather and held the end with the buckle. The sound of metal clinking against itself reached her ears and I saw the way her head rose. Before she could turn back, however, I lifted my fist and brought the belt down hard across her asscheeks.

“Ah!” Her scream was music to my ears. Red blossomed over the pale skin of her ass. It was a fucking beautiful sight. Her hand reached back and I slapped it out of the way.

“Don’t let go of the covers,” I commanded.

“What—Ah!”

She didn’t get a chance to finish as I brought down the next strike—hitting a little bit beneath the first. Another streak of pure perfection. Red blossomed against her pale, milky white flesh. The mark of my ownership, of the pain I gave her.

Perhaps I would’ve stopped, maybe I would have asked her how she was feeling, but it was all too obvious. Her pussy was fucking dripping. Wet juices glittered against her folds as they oozed from her, streaking down her inner thighs.

“Dirty little girl,” I murmured appreciatively. “Your pussy is hungry, isn’t it?”

Her pants were my only response.

“That’s alright,” I said, cupping my palm over her ass and rubbing the red welts I’d created soothingly. “I’ll give you more.”

When she next whimpered, I didn’t shush her. No, in fact, I enjoyed the sound so much that I rewarded her with five more strikes.

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