Graham, Jan - Finding Angel [Wylde Shore] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (32 page)

She reached up and ran her hands down the side of his face before leaning closer, presumably to cuddle him. Christian stopped her as she moved forward and kissed the top of her head.

“Thank you, Angel. I was worried that I had damaged what we had. I’m glad you aren’t scared of me, but there is something you should be scared of.” He moved away from her and went back to staring at the car engine.

“What should I be scared of, Christian?” Angel walked over to the car and joined him staring at the engine. Christian had no idea if she knew what she was looking at but he felt at ease knowing she was happy to be close to him.

“I’m filthy, and if you get to close to me, I’ll make you dirty.” He held up his greasy hands. “I’ve been working on the car all morning, my love.” Angel moved closer and pushed herself in between the front of the car and Christian.

“I don’t have to be close to you for you to make me dirty. I get dirty just thinking about you.” Angel put her arms around his waist and pressed her body against his.

He was hot and sweaty from working, but she didn’t appear to mind. As she moved her hands up his back and over his arms, Christian felt his muscles ripple under her fingers. Finally, her hands came to rest at the back of his neck and she pulled him down to kiss her on the lips.

Christian looked into her eyes as she pulled his head toward her. They were smouldering with lust. As their lips met, she parted her mouth, ready to receive his warm tongue. He kissed her passionately. He felt her desire for him increase as his tongue explored her mouth. Her fingers entwined in his blonde curls, and her nipples grew hard as her top rubbed against his bare chest. Her nipples raked against him. She lowered her arms, allowing her long nails to gently scratch at his back. A low moan gurgled at the back of Christian’s throat as her nails scraped over his shoulder blades. He released her mouth from his and ran one hand down her spine, causing her to gently shiver. The other hand pulled one of the singlet straps down, releasing a breast that he quickly cupped in his hand and squeezed tenderly. The other hand roamed toward her denim-covered arse, which he squeezed hard as he pressed his jean-covered erection firmly against her lower body. Angel breathed out heavily he sensed her increasing arousal and longed to explore the wetness between her legs.

“So tell me”—Christian’s voice was husky with passion—“is your bra the only piece of underwear you neglected to put on this morning?”

“I can’t remember. Maybe you need to investigate that for yourself.”

Angel let out a soft cry as Christian’s fingers pinched at her nipple in response to her answer. Christian allowed a devilishly wicked smile to spread across his lips. He squeezed her nipple harder this time as he repeated his question, demanding she answer him properly.

“I said is your bra the only piece of underwear you neglected to put on this morning? And, Angel, your answer should include a term of respect.” His eyes fixed on hers and he smiled as she squirmed beneath his firm grip.

“Yes, my bra is the only piece of underwear I neglected to put on this morning…” Angel paused, only to feel Christian tighten his fingers around her erect nipple. “…Sir.”

Christian laughed as she answered, loving the look he saw on Angel’s face as she acknowledged his dominance.

“I’m pleased that you remembered I like to have something to rip off your hot body.”

Christian released the pressure on her nipple slowly before bending down to gently kiss it. He placed his hands around Angel’s waist, lowered the car’s bonnet behind her, and lifted her slightly, sliding her up onto the hood of the car. Angel spread her legs as his hand moved up her inner thigh. He began to tease her pussy through the cotton knickers she wore.

“Your pants appear to be wet. Tell me, why that is, Angel?” he asked.

“It’s because I’m horny, Sir,” she answered, appearing to become quite frustrated that he was taking the time to drive her nuts. “It isn’t a great time to tease me, you know, I’m tired and impatient because of lack of sleep. So it’s not a great day to get all dominant and wicked on me.”

Christian grinned when Angel pouted. If it was a good day for her to get all pouty and seductive then it was definitely a great day to be dominant and wicked.

“Well, you’re the naughty girl that’s come here in your short skirt and wet panties to tease a man that’s obviously trying to work. I think you’re asking for a little wickedness.”

Christian pressed his fingers against her cunt, forcing the cotton pants inside her lips until he felt the bulge of her clit underneath them. He felt the moisture surge through the material and heard Angel groan. She went to pull at her pants to move them away, obviously wanting his fingers to touch her skin without hindrance. Christian stopped teasing her and grabbed both hands. He forced them behind her back and held her in place until she stopped struggling

“What do you think I need to do with you?” he asked with a wry smile.

“I think you need to put your cock inside my cunt and fuck me stupid instead of teasing me like you are. I want to be fucked,” Angel demanded.

Christian released her hands and stood in front of her. The wry smirk still on his lips was beginning to annoy her significantly. He moved away, leaving her spread-legged on the bonnet of the car. She could see the bulge in his jeans. It was obviously uncomfortable, but still he just stared at her in amusement. Angel slid her hand down to feel her wet knickers and pouted in Christian’s direction. She knew he was as horny as her, and if he wanted to tease her and keep her hanging, then she could tease him right back.

“Fuck me please, Sir. I’m so horny.” She pleaded seductively.

“Well, at least that was a nicer request than the last one. Try again. This time, though, make it a little less bratty, will you. And if you are thinking of touching yourself while I watch, I would change my mind or take the consequences.” Christian’s voice was firm, his eyes fixed on her every move.

Angel contemplated him for a short time. She was going to touch herself and tease him, show him she could take care of her own horny needs. Now that he had thrown down the gauntlet of taking the consequences, she knew she had to decide whether to continue with her bratty actions or just obey. Angel made a quick judgement call as she stared at Christian.

What the hell. I’m in just a bad enough mood to play this game and drive you nuts.

Angel licked her lips and ran her hand over her exposed breast, causing a shiver to run over her already aroused body as she spoke.

“Please, Sir, may I have your cock inside me?” Angel watched Christian closely as she slipped her fingers inside her pants and began to circle her clit.

She lay back on the bonnet and stared at him as he watched her start to finger herself. Angel knew Christian could see her hand moving underneath her pants. She bit her bottom lip as he undid his leather belt and removed it from his jeans before walking toward her. Just as Angel was about to bring herself to climax, he pulled her hand from her pants. She frowned and kicked her foot against the car’s bonnet as Christian examined her hand before placing her fingers in his mouth and sucking her wetness off them.

“Very tasty.” He laughed as she tried to sit up and reach for the button on his jeans. Grabbing her other hand, he wrapped the belt around them in a figure eight design, securing her wrists firmly together.

“You’re a cheeky brat this morning.” He laughed as he lifted her off the bonnet. “It appears you may have to learn a lesson.”

“Do your best.” She grinned, kissing his cheek as he carried her over to the hoist he and Daniel had used to put the engine back in the car.

Angel knew he could smell her arousal, hell, he’d tasted it when he sucked her fingers. Her wet pants pressed against his stomach. She had wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her and continued to try and kiss him. He seemed to be resisting the urge to just take her back to the car bonnet and fuck her stupid.
Damn stubborn man.

“I really want to feel your cock inside me,” Angel whispered into his ear before she bit his earlobe playfully.

“Feet down,” Christian ordered, prising her away from him.

Angel lowered her legs from around his waist and felt the cold cement floor against her toes as she placed her feet down. Before she knew it, Christian had secured her leather-tied wrists to the hoist, her hands above her head linked to the metal support bar and the balls of her feet only barely touching the ground. Angel glanced up to see the chain that Christian had looped under the leather belt and slipped onto one of the hooks on the support bar of the hoist.

No getting out of that
. Although, she was tempted by the idea of trying to escape and run away, forcing him to have to catch her.

Christian kissed her on the nose and smiled. He slipped his hand back in between her legs and ripped her underpants away from her body. She watched as he threw them over his shoulder not caring where they landed. He ran his hands over her partially clothed body before pushing her singlet up and over her head. Angel closed her eyes, revelling in his touch as he returned to play with her breasts. Angel wondered how wet he could actually make her, how horny she would need to be before he conceded to provide her with some relief. Angel moaned as Christian’s fingers alternated between pinching and flicking her hard nipples. She could feel her pussy begin to clench as he suddenly began to roll the hard nubs firmly between his fingers. She felt a rush of moisture release from her pussy lips and begin to trickle slowly down her inner thighs.

“Please, Sir,” Angel whispered. “I need to come.”

“Really…Are you sure?” Christian gave her left breast a playful slap and walked over to the side wall of the shed to stand near a gray cupboard.

“Yes, really, Sir.”

‘You aren’t allowed to come yet, Angel. I haven’t punished your for disobeying me when I told you not to touch yourself. Let alone that bratty attitude you’ve been giving me. Now, what would you like me to punish you with? I have a leather strap or a cane down here, or I could just use my hand. You choose.”

“I don’t care. I just want you to do it and then fuck me please, Sir.”

“Choose,” Christian snapped.

“Hand, please.” Angel sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Cane it is, then.” He laughed as he opened the cupboard and took something out, presumably a cane.

“But I didn’t choose the cane,” Angel replied indignantly, only to become annoyed as Christian laughed at her.

“I don’t have the cane,” he said. “I found something better.” Christian stood in front of Angel, running the crop across the palm of his hand so she could see its full length.

“I don’t like the crop, Sir.” She teetered against the hoist and jerked against the restraint as she pouted at him.

“Then isn’t that an excellent choice as a punishment? You’ll be able to tell all your friends what a wise Dom I am when it comes to punishing you.” Angel’s head was spinning, and her body was so aroused she could hardly think.

Christian pointed the crop toward her moist pussy and slid it between her slightly parted legs. Angel gasped in delight as he slid the leather tip of the crop between her pussy lips and began to gently tease her clit with it. The forward and back motion caused her to part her legs farther so the full width of the leather could cover the highly sensitised bulb between her legs. Angel moaned as pleasure flowed through her body. Just as Angel thought Christian may actually let her come, he removed the crop and started walking around her, surveying his handy work. He ignored Angel’s growl of protest as he spoke.

“Now the way I see it, you are due about six strokes. You disturbed my work on the car, you touched yourself when I told you not to, you didn’t use ‘Sir’ on at least one occasion, you have been demanding I put my cock inside you, and you have behaved like a brat. So, six should do it because I’m sure I have forgotten at least one indiscretion.”

Christian walked behind her and pulled her skirt up around her waist to prevent any hindrance to the punishment Angel knew she was about to receive. He ran his hand over the curve of her arse eliciting a soft moan as she pushed her arse further into his touch. Angel felt the tap of the crop softly on her backside and waited for the first strike with anticipation.