THE ANGEL
I go still as I stare up at the man I love, dressed as the man who once filled me with fear. The dark paint in his eyes makes the colored contacts he’s wearing look even brighter.
He’s different when he’s the Silencer. Even with his mask off, he holds himself differently. He looks bigger and infinitely more dangerous than Christian Reeves.
I gulp. I can’t describe the emotion I feel in my chest. Anticipation, maybe?
Christian is a master manipulator. I used to see that as a bad thing. Now, all I want is for him to manipulate my life, my feelings, my emotions, my heart. I want him to make me feel whole again, and sometimes I want it so bad that I don’t care what it will cost me.
Christian takes a cigarette from his silver case discarded on a small table near us. He takes it between his teeth before lighting it and letting the smoke waft in the air between us.
“Take the gun in my left thigh holster. The silver and black one,” he commands. I blink up at him, confused, but he raises his eyebrows in an encouraging sort of way that says, ‘trustme’.
I look over his body and then grab the gun. I hold it out to him like an offering. Like it might bite me. He doesn’t take it.
Instead, he uses his strong legs to move the bench at the foot of the bed a few feet to the left, until he can sit with his back straight against a thick wooden post of his canopy bed. He tosses a zip tie at my feet and then lifts his arms over his head.
“Tie me to the post.”
“What?” I ask, because he’s clearly gone mad.
“Look at me.Look at me. Take a deep breath and trust me.”
My body breaks out in a nervous tingle, but I swallow heavily and comply. I use the white plastic to fasten his wrists against the wooden post.
He tugs on the restraint a few times to check that they’ll hold. “Tighter.”
I tighten them, and he tugs again. When he’s satisfied, he looks me straight in the eye. “Grab the gun and come straddle my lap.”
Yeah,he’s gone insane. I don’t move. All I do is stare at him in shock.
“Elena,” he says huskily, in that way that makes me melt. “Trust goes both ways, and I want to prove to you that I trust you too.”
After a few more moments of uncertainty, I take the gun in my hand and walk to him, slowly settling on his lap, our faces inches apart. I’m trembling, but I trust him.
“Put the gun to my temple,” he instructs, and tears well in my eyes when I do.
“Please don’t ask me to pull the trigger,” I beg. “I can’t.”
“I won’t. I promise. It’s there to remind you that you’re in control. I can’t do anything right now that you don’t want me to. Take a deep breath, keep the gun to my head, and make yourself cum on my lap.”
I shake my head, but his intense stare is unfaltering. He flexes his pelvis slightly, to show me that he’s got a growing erection. He’s showing me he’s not scared. His throat bobs as he swallows slowly and drinks in my face with his eyes. I can see that he’s waiting for me to panic and back off.
He’s giving me control of my pleasure,andhis.
I pull the tiny nub of the cigarette left between his teeth and put it out on his sleeveless jacket, burning a tiny hole in the fabric. I look at him, expecting him to be upset, but of course he isn’t. He gives me a small nod of encouragement. I lean forward and press my lips softly to his, the gun feeling heavy in my fingers.
I pull away and I can see the lust in his dilated pupils. Can feel it against my center. I adjust myself on his lap so that I’m only straddling one of his thick, muscular thighs.
I experimentally drag my center over his thigh. We’re both fully clothed, my leggings and panties another layer on top of his tactical pants, but the sensation still shoots through me like lightning.
He flexes his thigh under me and smiles with satisfaction when I hiss. “Use me. Take whatever you need from me, baby.” He kisses the underside of my jaw. “You want to rub that greedy pussy on my thigh while I describe all the ways I’m going to fuck you when you’re ready?”
I nod, and I feel him laugh against my throat. He kisses down my neck until he reaches the base and sucks a mark into my skin.
“I’ve thought about all the ways I want to make you come apart in every room in this house.” I feel him smirk against my skin as I grind down on him once more. “I think I’m going to start on the kitchen counter, because you’re just so delicious.” My heartbeat speeds up and I moan softly as my clit rubs against his muscular leg. Even with all the layers of fabric between us, it still makes my blood molten hot. “And then I want to make love to you in front of the fireplace in the entry way. And then I want to finger you in the hot tub. And then I want to bend you over the dining room table.”
I whine as I feel the coil in my stomach tighten, his words making me gush inside my panties with each breath.
