Page 131 of Darling Psycho
Ohh.
Oh, wow.
She was inside the warm shed before her brain returned to normal functionality and the door locked behind them. Her feet felt the heat when Lawless told her to kick off her sneakers. The droplights above were set to a moody dim.
Several apparatuses were set out on a table like he’d planned this already.
It was fine in practice thinking she could handle whatever he wanted to dish out. But, unfortunately, it was a whole other bag of chips standing in a sex shed surrounded by chains and other means of bondage.
Whatever Angela expected, she should have known better that she couldn’t out-think Lawless.
He didn’t truss her up in ropes or bind her to the wall chains. Instead, he pushed her up against a hobby horse, kicked her feet apart, and thrust a hand down the front of her pants, immediately plying circling pressure to her slippery clit.
“You assume because I like kink, I haven’t enjoyed fucking you or being blown by you.”
“No, I...”
“We have honesty between us, angel, however dark and raw it gets.” He continued rubbing her. How was she meant to think when he was doing delicious things to her?
“I just don’t want to disappoint you. I’m sure you’ve had more experienced and adventurous lovers. In here especially.”
On the crest of an orgasm, she was panting when he slowed his touch, and she whimpered, wanting faster. The smack on her pussy came out of nowhere, shocking a cry from Angela’s throat. It hurt, not much, but it was a solid tap. But what pushed heat into her cheeks was how good it felt, too.
Lawless returned to stroking her with feather brushes and teases, driving her mad. He eyed her face like a sniper.
“When you’ve waited for something you hungered for, getting it is the sweetest fucking treat, angel. Disappoint me? You couldn’t even if you tried. Whatever shit has happened here or other places can’t touch us, you hear?”
Bobbing her head up and down, words failed Angela, not only because of what he was saying but the building feeling in her pussy.
“I don’t want to treat you like shit or hurt you. I’ve done that to people I don’t care about. If I’m rough, it’s because I want it, or you need it. Do you remember what I said when we were in here?”
Her breath stuck and came out like a stutter. A little fear. A lot excited. “Yes, you are in charge. Whatever you say goes.”
“Unless?”
“Unless I say I don’t want it. Shouldn’t I have a word or something?”
“Do you want one?”
Angela wasn’t dumb when she shook her head. She trusted Lawless never to push her too hard if she didn’t want something. He wasn’t a cruel man,not to her.
Lawless removed his hand, and Angela whined about losing his touch. He arched an arrogant brow, as if telling her to be patient.
Did he know her? She was the least patient person there was.
His touch didn’t go far, not when he whipped down her pants, and then off came the top half of her clothes, leaving her bare to his eyes.
Fighting a squirm, though that was her instinct. She loved Lawless’ gaze all over her.
“Are you warm enough?”
“Yes.”
Little did Angela know that would be the lastnicething he said to her for hours.
His hand immediately went back between her legs, this time only cupping her sex. Again, she was excruciatingly wet from only a little petting.
“How many times do you think I could edge you without you breaking apart?”
