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Adam
The dark pink of Angel’s normally light tan skin was about as far as Adam wanted to go for their first time back in a scene, so he let the flogger drop with only a bit of reluctance. There would be more chances. This sure as hell would not be their last rodeo at Marquis.
Walking up behind Angel, he ran his hand over her back, then down to cup her ass, enjoying the way she shivered and whimpered at his touch. The pink skin was hot against his palm, and his cock throbbed against his zipper. Fuck, he’d missed this.
“Do you feel sorry for lying to your Master, naughty girl?”
“It wasn’t a lie. It just wasn’t the truth.” Angel’s voice was husky, with a lilting quality that he usually only heard when she was drunk. In a way, he supposed she was. Drunk on sensation. On pleasure and pain.
Lifting his hand, he gave her bottom a short, sharp smack that lifted her up onto her toes. She cried out, her head falling back in ecstatic torment. Pressing his lips together to keep from smiling, he watched her face as he slid his fingers between her legs, pressing them against her sopping folds.
Another whimper.
She squirmed against the tips of his fingers, moving her hips forward, trying to take what she needed from him.
He wasn’t ready to give it yet.
Pulling his fingers away, he waited until her eyes popped open, glaring at him with all the affront of a woman denied her climax, before bringing them to his lips and licking them clean. She focused on his tongue, watching every movement, fascinated, and he had to stifle the impulse to reach down and rub his own cock.
“It’s hard to say I’m sorry when I love her name,” she admitted, long lashes blinking rapidly as she tried to form coherent words.
Adam enjoyed watching her struggle. Letting his fingers drop, he patted the top of her mound, letting his fingers tap against the top of her slit where her needy clit would ache for contact, but only that.
The frustrated noise that came from her throat was his reward.
“At least now, you’re being honest,” he said with a chuckle as he went to work, freeing her from the frame. She sagged into his arms with a small, happy sigh, shuddering against him.
Smiling because they were nowhere near done yet, Adam scooped her up and carried her over to the padded table he’d prepared while she was pumping. The position would have her bent over, but not in the same way as a spanking bench—rather than being on an incline, she would be laid flat with her breasts pressed against the leather surface and her body at the perfect height for the next part of his plan.
Angel
If being tied to the frame had made her feel vulnerable, this did even more. She couldn’t move forward or back—the best she could do was lift her hips up and down but only a very little. Her legs were spread again, wrists together, but bent over like this with the table beneath her, there was very little give.
All she could do was lie there and take whatever Adam did to her. Which was incredibly exciting.
Even though she’d pumped recently, having her breasts flattened against the table gave her just enough of a hint of pain and stimulation to turn her on rather than off. It was also a barrier to keep more stimulation from overwhelming her. She appreciated that tiny bit of attention to detail Adam always took with her. Not only what would turn her on, but what would make her the most comfortable.
“Such a pretty pink,” he murmured, running his hand over her hot cheeks. Angel moaned and wriggled, though she wasn’t able to do very much of that, either. A hard swat had her gasping and squirming, despite the lack of range to move. “I have something special for you tonight, naughty girl.”
“Oh?” Angel tried to crane her neck to look behind her, but even before she heard Adam’s chuckle, she knew it was a useless endeavor. The attempt did nothing but make her neck hurt, so she dropped her head back down, cheek resting against the table with a frustrated grunt.
She moaned as a slick, hard finger pushed into her ass, making her clench. Not that it did any good. His thick finger pushed in deeper before retreating, then pushing in again, making her gasp and squirm as he stretched the tiny hole. It felt good, better than she remembered, and all tied up while he had his wicked way with her only turned her on more.
“Oh, fuck…” Her toes and fingers curled, body shuddering as he slowly twisted his finger, simultaneously adding another and stretching her even farther. It stung, burning slightly, but she welcomed the pain as it added to her pleasure. She was hot inside and out, the need swirling through her and adding another level of tension to her already wound nerves. Still, she couldn’t stop her mouth. “Is this the something special? I’m pretty sure we’ve done this before.”
One day she might learn to stop challenging him, but it wouldn’t be today. Besides, she knew that—deep down—he liked it.
And she liked his reaction to it.
Smack!
His free hand came down hard on her ass, making her moan and clench again, shuddering as the added sting rippled through her.
Delicious torment.
“Oh, I think you’re going to like what I have planned for you.” His fingers thrust harder, faster, making her writhe—well, she would be if she wasn’t tied in place. Her pussy clenched hard, but his fingers pulled free before she could even come close to climaxing.
