Page 31 of An Angel's Share
“Even lace can’t make them pretty. Functional, comfortable, but not pretty.”
She watches as I step back in front of her and lean over into a box at the back of the table, producing a pair of scissors. “I thought it might come to this. And even though I’m strong, I knew I wouldn’t be able to rend these ironclad knickers in two. So I brought in reinforcements.”
I snip at her with the scissors. Her mouth is gaping open as I drop to my knees in a swift movement, pull the knickers away from her skin and cut them off her. The fabric drops to the floor in three sections.
I grin lubriciously. “Now we can begin again. With no interruptions. But you’re going to pay for those knickers. What do you want first, Rua? Crop?” I hold up the crop and then bring it down on my hand. “Or belt?” I spin around and pick up the belt, swishing it also onto my palm.
Her eyes are like saucers. Her mouth is moving, but she says nothing. Her breathing, a hard pant, is the only sound.
“You want me to decide?” She nods, her body motionless. “Good girl,” I croon, picking back up the crop, ready to start all over again.
I glide the harder edge of the leather across her skin, and she groans out as it touches her nipples. Side to side, around and around, I constantly tease her. A sharp tap on the side of her breast has her crying out in shock. But the pleasure notes underneath the shock are music to my ears. I repeat on the other side, a few more flicks, and she can’t stand still. She’s shifting from foot to foot. I can see her muscles contracting on her stomach. Clenching her thighs together. She can hardly wait.
“Wait Rua, it will be worth it.”
I lean forward and kiss her, my tongue luxuriating in her soft, willing mouth. The noises she makes drive my brain into overdrive. Fuck, I want to taste her. I nearly throw my usual MO to the wind and take her now, but I promised her punishment. And I’m all about her.
“I have this lovely belt for you. Soft leather, to caress you, love you, give you what you need.” Her panting would rival any of the horses that may have lived here at one time. Her eyes are wild, the most untame female this stable has ever seen. She’s licking at her top lip, desire coursing through her.
“Tell me, do you agree you need to be punished? You know you’ve been disobedient?” She nods her head frantically. “Words, Rua. I need them.”
“Yes,” she croaks out. “Fucking yes, Jonno. Please, I need you.”
I throw my head back and laugh. “In that case, who am I to say no. If at any time you don’t like it, say stop. And I will.”
“Don’t we need a safe word?” Her thighs are clamping together, she will not last at this rate.
“No, not between us. Not here. It’s just you and me. If it gets too much, say stop, and I will.”
I run my hand over her tits, following the trail of the crop down her body. My hand slips between her legs, and I groan out when I feel the slick skin. “I brought lube, but you are sopping already. Open your legs wider, baby.” She does as I ask and I slide my fingers into her folds.
I kiss her all the while my fingers are moving inside her, my tongue mimicking my fingers, in, out, hard and soft. Bites and nuzzles. Long and slow. I remove my fingers and she moves as if she’s going to grab my hand and put it back. Her eyelids are half closed, desire making them heavy.
I remove her dress completely, and she’s stood fully naked in front of me. The sight I don’t think I’ll ever get over. Her glorious pregnant body on full show. Her luminous skin shining out in the muted sunlight.
“Bend over here, baby, and hold onto this bench. You are not to wear any knickers from now on. If I want to finger fuck you at breakfast, I will. If I want to taste your tits for lunch, I will. And if I want to eat your pussy for dinner, I fucking will. This is for not doing as you’re told. Feel how soft it is.”
I’ve picked up the belt from the workbench and I place it in her hands. Her thumb skims the soft leather and her body erupts in goosebumps. “Are you cold?” I smirk, knowing damn well she isn’t.
“No,” she breathes out. “I’m burning up. Please, Jonno.” She’s not bothering to play hard to get. She’s like a rose-golden offering.
“Widen those legs, baby.”
I pick her hand up and run it along the length of the belt. I can see she wishes it was my cock, and I shoot her a knowing smile as she runs her tongue along her lips.
“I’ll give you my cock later. If you behave.”
She practically comes on the spot.
I move behind her, her delectable arse pushed out at me. “This is going to feel so good,” I tell her as I swing the belt.
Gently at first, my strikes get harder and harder as she moans louder and louder. I swing it underneath her and hit her pussy, watching it contract with pleasure. Her voice is low and husky as she moans my name. Her head down, her body sways with the swing of the belt.
I swing and smooth out each hit with my hand. Kiss her arse cheeks as they glow a luscious pink. I run my hands up the sides of her body, teasing her whilst she waits for the next onslaught. Squeeze her tits, plucking at the hugely extended nipples.
Her head is shaking now, her body swaying with the desire to come. It’s like all my fantasies have been brought to life in this woman.
I continue my steady torture—swing, hit, caress. When she growls at me, pure desperation in her tone, I drop the belt and push my face into her pussy from behind. The cry of pleasure that escapes her lips lights me up like a St. Patrick’s Day fireworks display. I suck, lick, and nip at her. Pushing my fingers into her pussy to hit her front wall, I drive that pleasure up a notch.
