Angeline had been around me a lot over the years. She’d been around me almost constantly for the last several days. She wasn’t a stranger, getting swept up in the way I looked and having no idea what lay beneath.
The more time we spent together, I knew she was starting to glimpse beyond the outer layers.
I didn’t expect that to happen, but I knew it must be happening.
I could hardly believe this was real.
But it was real.
She was vibrant and luscious and real, the force of her desire for me holding me down, stealing my breath. I didn’t even want to move.
I didn’t know what to say to her. I’d never prepared myself for this moment. I’d been keeping her at a distance, even when we spent time together, like I always kept women at a distance.
That was what I told myself.
She wouldn’t get near me. I wouldn’t let her near me.
It was instinctual.
A base impulse, stronger than any other drive I’d ever had.
Stronger than the drive to succeed, and that was a powerful fucking drive.
Stronger than the need for love or connection.
Stronger than anything I’d ever felt in my life.
Until… this.
“I want to kiss you,” she whispered. Like she wasn’t sure if she was allowed to, post-sex.
“Good.”
She softened, maybe with relief.
“But could you take the cock ring off first? I may never get my circulation back.”
She giggled. “Shit. Sorry.” She climbed off me to reach for it, and when I groaned a little, she ended up using her tongue to lick the surrounding area, soaking my skin before rolling it off. “I don’t know why I did that.” She tossed the ring on the bedside table.
“Because you wanted to.”
She met my eyes, softening again. I could tell what that meant to her.
She felt respected, again.
I understood that. I was feeling something similar, maybe. Like she was seeing me in a way no one ever had before.
“I’m scared,” she said softly, looking deep into my eyes. I wondered what it was that she saw there.
“I know, Angel. Me, too.”
I wasn’t lying, exactly. I just didn’t know what I felt. It was still buried so deep, I didn’t know how to access it. And whatever was rising to the surface when we were together, right now… I couldn’t understand it. It wasn’t bad, but it was making me uneasy.
Maybe I was scared. Terrified.
But whatever was happening, I wanted more of it. When she stripped me naked and bound my wrists, I knew I would’ve done any-fucking-thing she wanted me to.
Anything.
