Page 113 of Whirlwind

Chapter 4

Nina

Nina hid her face in Angel’s shoulder, not sure if she could keep the adoration out of her eyes. After the spanking, she’d felt all floaty and small and soft. Angel had taken care of her and given everything that she needed, then held her close.

She’d felt clean and rejuvenated, absolutely dependent on Angel to take care of her and completely trusting that she would.

It was different than it had been a decade ago, but also the same. Nina had lived for those moments before. Not just the dazzling whirl of shame and pain and pleasure when Angel would push her past anything she’d imagined. But also those sweet, too-brief moments afterward when Angel would soothe her.

Sometimes it was just a single caress. A soft hand on her cheek. Fingers that ran gently through her hair a few times before pulling her to her feet. A lingering, tender inspection of her skin wherever Angel had slapped or pinched. When she reveled in that brief affection, she’d always felt like she was stealing something that wasn’t hers to take.

This time, she had rested on Angel’s lap, limp and quietly weeping not only for all of the lonely nights and daily frustrations of the past ten years, but for the overwhelming relief of being able to hand those over to someone else for a change.

And Angel had held her, stroking her back and feathering through her hair, untangling the small knots that she encountered. Angel touched her like she was made of spun glass. Like she wanted to wrap her up and keep her safe.

Her tears finally dried, but she didn’t want to pull away. She’d found many other people to fuck and hurt her in the intervening years, but no one who’d held her so tenderly. She hadn’t even quite realized how much she needed it.

Angel tugged at her bra strap and she made a noise of agreement. If Angel wanted her naked, she would be naked. She was proud of her rounded breasts and the gentle swell of her hips. She knew that she wouldn’t have to explain away the small scars or talk through any of her decisions, because Angel already understood.

Angel slipped off her shirt, watching her with searching, hungry eyes. She thought that Angel would touch her, then, but instead Angel just pulled her back down to her own soft chest.

Nina’s nipples rubbed against Angel’s soft shirt, and she hid a moan. There was something undeniably sexy about being naked and revealed while Angel stayed clothed.

Angel must have noticed, though, because those hands that had been touching her so gently now became seductive and demanding.

Nina whimpered into Angel’s neck. Just the spanking would have been enough. More than enough. But if Angel wanted more, she wanted to give it to her.

She dipped her hands around Angel’s back where it pressed against the pillows. She wouldn’t do anything more without an explicit instruction, but she wanted to be close.

Angel unzipped the back of her skirt and massaged her heated cheeks. Her skin felt tight and hot, even more sore and sensitive than it had when she’d gotten the spankings. She squirmed away, inadvertently rubbing her clit against Angel’s belly. Angel squeezed a little harder, sending flashes of throbbing desire back through her.

She pushed back into Angel’s hand, but by then Angel was stroking between her cheeks, teasing at her hole. She tried not to push back, knowing that it was her role as Angel’s plaything to keep still. It was terrible waiting, but thrilling at the same time.

Angel gripped her shoulders, then pushed her back so that they could see each other. She was so stern and commanding. Regal, even. The collar of her dress was bunched from where Nina had lain, but that only added to her allure. She was perfectly put together, but allowed Nina to touch her anyway.

Nina looked up to meet her eyes and found Angel watching her. No, more than that. Analyzing. Memorizing. Nina had always been on display for her like this, uncomfortable under her scrutiny but turned on by it anyway.

What she didn’t expect was for Angel to say that she was beautiful. Angel had never complimented her before, even if the dirty names she called her were sometimes spoken with affection.

Now, though, Angel looked at her with those fierce dark eyes, all anger and passion, and said she was her gorgeous little slut. She demanded that Nina acknowledge it, too.

Nina had always been Angel’s slut, and it sent thrilling waves of shame and need through her, a squirming desire deep in her belly. When Angel said that, it was like some dark part of herself could break free and do every filthy, dirty thing she imagined under Angel’s devouring gaze.

While she didn’t see herself as gorgeous, at best merely average and somewhat pretty, she couldn’t deny that Angel saw her that way. It was a heady feeling, knowing that she was beautiful to the person who she had always idolized, and who had undergone her own exquisite transformation.

But it was that first word, my, that stuck with her. Angel had called her that before, and it had seemed like a game. The way she said it now sounded like she meant it.

She’d never been pretty girl before. She’d never been baby. Maybe it was because they could see each other as women now, but it didn’t seem like that was the reason. Angel was still as commanding as ever, but something in her had softened and opened up.

“I’m your…” Nina echoed. God, she wanted that to be true, or at least the fantasy of it. She wanted to rock her stinging ass cheeks against Angel’s dress, her scalp aching from that wide hand in her hair, for as long as she could have it.

Nina looked away, not quite ready to say it. But then she wanted to see Angel’s face. She needed to make sure it was true. “I’m your gorgeous little slut.”

Angel’s grin was wicked, and Nina loved knowing that she’d pleased her. “That’s right. And I know what sexy little sluts like you need, don’t I?”

Nina wasn’t sure how Angel could be so bold and commanding, so absolutely in control of the situation, while Nina was crying and aching and absolutely losing her mind. That only made it hotter, though.

She loved feeling weak and helpless, her arms dangling at her side while Angel pulled her head back further. She had complete confidence that anything Angel chose to do with her would be exactly what she needed. “Yes. Whatever you want.”