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Spanking him while he’d carried her away was going to have its own repercussions.
But not yet.
Squeezing the pink globes of her ass, he enjoyed the way she moaned and squirmed under his hands. Her wrists were crossed almost delicately, held firmly in place by the tooled leather cuffs with a short chain between them. He was going to need to start carrying around his own on a regular basis. He hadn’t missed how much Angel liked being restrained—and to be perfectly honest, he’d be happy keeping her in cuffs every second they were in the club and for long periods of time outside of it.
“Alright, Miss Jones,” he said, grasping her by the hips and pulling her off the desk. Turning her around to face him, he pushed her to her knees. The bright amber eyes looking up at him were glazed with arousal, her nipples practically drilling holes in her bustier. With her wrists locked behind her back, it thrust her breasts out even more, offering them up to his hands. “You’re going to show me how sorry you are now.”
Undoing his belt, he smiled as she licked her lips, tracing her perfect little mouth with her tongue. The second his cock was out, she was leaning forward, straining to taste him. He groaned with pleasure as her tongue swiped up the center of his head, collecting the drop of pre-cum gathered there. The sensation of her hot, wet tongue gliding over the head of his cock was teasingly blissful.
“That’s it, sweetheart, take me in.”
Angel hummed with pleasure as she let his cock slide between her lips, sending vibrations trickling up the shaft and his spine. As he moaned with pleasure, Adam dug his fingers into her hair, disarranging the messy up do she’d put it in even further. Pins fell to the floor, unheeded, as he wrapped his fingers around the back of her head and pushed her further onto his cock.
Wet warmth engulfed him, her tongue lashing against the underside of his cock. He could feel her throat spasm as he pushed deep, and he retreated immediately to give her some time to get used to it. Without her hands she was a lot more vulnerable to him, unable to tap out if he became too rough, which meant he had to pay even closer attention than normal. Which was how he liked it, with him completely in control.
Looking down, he watched as his cock began to pump in and out of those gorgeous lips. Tilting her head back, he knew he was putting some strain on her neck, but he wanted to look into her eyes while he fucked her mouth. They were glowing, eager, staring up at him and he groaned before releasing his hold, allowing her head to slide forward into a more natural position.
He wanted as much stamina as possible for what he was going to be doing next, which was why he was going to get off in her mouth now. Then she’d have the taste of him on her tongue for the rest of the scene.
Moving his hips back and forth, he was gentle but firm as he began to take her mouth long, sure strokes. The length of his cock glistened as it pistoned between her lips, her hungry moans only encouraging him to move faster and harder. Every time she sucked him hard, her cheeks would hollow out, her tongue and throat working in tandem and wreaking havoc on his control.
“Fuck... Angel...” Gasping, he jerked forward, burying himself in her mouth. He could feel her pressing against him even though he was trying not to gag her, taking him into her throat as he started to cum. Every spurt made his knees feel weaker as she sucked and swallowed.
It was probably a good thing she did have her hands cuffed behind her back, she didn’t need anything more than her mouth to drive him wild.
Shuddering, he let her milk every last drop from him before he pulled away. His cock, still half-hard, hung down in front of him.
“Thank you, sweetheart, that was very good,” he said, caressing her head gently. Panting, Angel laid her head against his thigh, rubbing her cheek against his skin. “Now let’s deal with the rest of your punishment.”
Angel’s head jerked back. “But—“
Curving his hand under her chin, Adam put his thumb on her lips. He raised his eyebrow at her. “You thought if you spanked me, all you would get was a little spanking? No, the spanking was for not letting me talk to you and explain before you got all huffy in front of everyone. Now I’m going to punish you for being so insolent.”
As he pulled her to her feet she didn’t protest, but she was eyeing him warily, uncertainly, as if she wasn’t sure what to expect from him now. Adam hid his grin from her, enjoying seeing her off balance. Sometimes his Angel was a little too sure of herself. And apparently he’d gotten predictable if she thought she was going to get off with just a little spanking.
27
Adam
Adam unhooked the chain that kept Angel’s cuffs together so he could help her take off the bustier, followed by the skirt. Getting her back up onto the desk, he reattached the cuffs to each other before laying her down flat on her back, moving around to the other side of the desk where there was a short chain under the lip of the desk in case anyone wanted to secure their submissive to the desk itself. Which is exactly what Adam did.
The desk was short enough lengthwise that Angel’s bottom was only inches away from the end of it, her knees bent and pointed to the ceiling with her legs spread wide. He left enough give in the chain that he would be able to pull her to the edge of the desk itself once he was ready to. Right now, he was enjoying the view of her anxious face as he immobilized her upper body, as well as the slight jiggling of her breasts as she squirmed and the little cherry points of her nipples.
“What do you think, sweetheart?” he asked, leaning forward slightly to take each of her breasts in one hand, squeezing the luscious mounds roughly. “Do you feel vulnerable? Helpless?”
She squirmed some more as he pinched her nipples, moaning.
“Yes.”
“Good. Because you are.” He pinched her nipples harder, tugging them away from her body to emphasize his point. Angel cried out, arching her back as she tried to relieve the pressure on her sensitive tips. When he let them go, she flattened back down on the desk, her breath coming in short, excited pants.
“What color, Angel?”
“Green,” she purred. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were glowing as she looked up at him, a banquet of feminine flesh for him to indulge in.
Grinning, Adam went back to the same drawer he’d gotten the cuffs from. Someone had left little samples of various oils in there, probably someone trying to convince Patrick to add them to the goodies regularly stocked around the club. Adam wasn’t sure he liked the idea of communal oil bottles, but he was willing to use the samples available.
Hmm.... minty menthol. Perfect.
