Page 115 of Whirlwind

Then, she used the side of her toe to trace down Nina’s thighs, toward her knees, and then back up over the top. The heel caught in Nina’s skirt, pulling it up and making her feel exposed and dirty.

Well, apparently that was her answer. Even if Angel was just doing this for her, at least she wasn’t bothered by it.

Angel kept going, gliding over Nina’s belly and up her arm.

Nina’s heart raced, and she heard her own breath, heavy in her ears. The sole was slightly rough with small rubber treads, just a bit abrasive and dangerous over her skin. As Angel’s foot rose, it lifted her own skirt, offering a tantalizing glimpse of what looked like silky red panties beneath.

Angel’s foot came to rest on her shoulder, the heel digging into the hollow just above her collar bone. God, it was fucking good. She’d played with other people’s feet before, but Angel got that degree of dominance, possession, and teasing just right.

“Kiss it,” Angel said quietly.

Nina did, starting at the dark, gleaming skin across the bridge of her foot with the press of her lips. She could just reach Angel’s ankle, and she tongued over it, moaning. Her nose rested against the leather strap, and she breathed in the scent.

“Look at me,” Angel commanded again.

Oh, God, she wasn’t done tasting. But there was something heady about being forced to stop, too. She complied.

Angel ran the ball of her shoe down her chest, pausing just above her boob. Nina sucked in a breath, then stilled, hardly daring to move. She wanted to cover herself, but also to be revealed for Angel’s hungry gaze. She kept her hands knotted behind her back.

Angel teased her foot lower. There was something so deliciously depraved about having the bottom of her shoe on such a tender, sexual part of her anatomy. Nina put all of her pleading into her eyes, hoping that Angel wouldn’t stop.

Angel slid a little lower. The rounded tip of the sole grazed Nina’s nipple. It was like electricity shooting through her body. Such a little touch, but it left her shaking.

Then Angel pressed hard and twisted. It hurt. Fuck, it hurt. But in such a glorious way, taking over all of her senses. She felt owned and small and dirty, just a thing to suffer and moan and come for Angel’s pleasure.

And she could come like this. She knew it. Not yet, but if Angel continued that magnificent, painful twisting… Angel changed the direction, rubbing harshly upward against the delicate nub.

Nina was crying and shaking. She wanted to hide, but she had to keep her eyes up. Angel was breathing heavily and her pupils were dilated against her dark irises. She looked like she wanted to eat Nina up, and Nina loved seeing how she’d managed to disrupt that perpetual control.

Angel slowly eased the pressure, then dropped her foot so that she could lean forward and cup Nina’s breast with her hand. She ran her thumb over the abused flesh and Nina pushed into her gentle hand. There was something almost magical about having Angel touch her there, affirming her desire for her as a woman.

“How are you doing, sweet girl?” Angel’s kind words and gentle touches after the vicious treatment turned her inside out.

“Good. Um, really good.” Angel was so good at saying dirty, sexy things but it was all Nina could do to just answer the question. It had always been that way between the two of them, with Nina sputtering out answers.

“Tell me about your body. Is there anywhere I shouldn’t touch?”

Nina shook her head. There were places she hadn’t been comfortable with before, but they were gone now, healed and transformed.

“Good girl. Use your safeword if you need to.” Angel smirked. “Or if your mouth is full, you can tap twice.”

Nina groaned. That implied all sorts of dirty things.

She watched, mesmerized, as Angel slowly pulled up her skirt to reveal a pair of silky red panties, cupping a noticeable bulge. She desperately wanted to touch, but she knew she had to wait.

For a moment, Nina was back in high school, reliving the first time that Angel had pulled down her uniform pants and revealed a hard cock covered in lace. Nina hadn’t known which part she was most enchanted by, even as every muscle in her body tensed in fear at how wrong it had seemed at the time and how much she wanted it anyway.

Fortunately, Angel hadn’t hesitated, pulling Nina’s face right up to that forbidden, tempting place of soft skin and scratchy fabric, demanding that she lick it. She’d been helpless to do anything but comply. She’d been awed that she was lucky enough to be the one whose mouth Angel chose to thrust her hard cock into, even when she choked and sputtered.

Everything was different now, but the command was the same. Angel pulled Nina’s head forward with a single word. “Lick.”

Nina happily complied. The bulge beneath the silky fabric was delicate and soft where it nestled between Angel’s legs. She still felt the same sense of awe that she was the one lucky enough to touch it. Her tongue stuck to the fabric, and she nuzzled with her cheeks and nose as much as her lips.

She was rewarded by a quiet moan, and she renewed her efforts.

Angel shoved down the panties, revealing her flaccid, perfect cock with a shiny, round tip. It was darker than the rest of her skin, almost midnight black, and surrounded by a patch of neatly trimmed curly hair. Nina continued slurping, pulling the warm, dangling flesh into her mouth. Even without an erection, it was still a heavy mouthful, stretching her jaw when she managed to pull all of it inside. She felt tender toward this deceptively gentle part of Angel’s body.

She knew that all it would take for Angel to fuck her hard with it was Viagra and a cock ring, but for tonight Angel had plenty of other ways to show her dominance.