As he neared me, I realised I wasn’t even seriously considering giving in. I shrieked and ran back around the bath. He, cool as you like, reached across it and snatched my wrist into his palm. I tried to break free, but his grip didn’t even waver and he dragged me, squeaking and giggling towards the shower cubicle.
‘Don’t say I didn’t warn you,’ he murmured into my ear, as he pulled me under the flow of the water and into his chest.
He kissed me, his mouth claiming mine savagely as the water coursed down across our faces. As our tongues met, we clung together as if we’d been parted for years, our hands moving over each other, his knee pushing mine apart.
He ran his hand down over my breast, fondling it roughly, before sliding it further down, over my tummy and between my legs. He pushed my thighs apart and slid one finger, then two, inside me, rubbing at my clit with the heel of his hand.
‘Oh,’ I breathed, in between kisses. ‘Take me…please.’
‘I will,’ he murmured. ‘But not in the way you want. In the way I want.’
‘Anyway you want,’ I whispered back, my desire taking over and making me more daring. ‘Just take me.’
He slid his fingers out and, turning me around, came up behind me and pushed me forwards. ‘Put your hands against the glass. Spread your legs.’
The glass was cold and slippery, but I hardly noticed. I was too distracted by his hands, one of which was back in place in front, massaging my clit. The other had moved down behind and was fondling my buttocks.
I couldn’t help but moan again.
This time, he pulled his hand away and spanked me. Hard.
‘I warned you – this is for my pleasure now, Gorgeous.’
He pushed his fingers in between my cheeks and started to stroke around my asshole, pushing at it with each pass. His fingertips were slippery with the water and, each time, it pushed further inside me. After several passes, the tip of his finger pushed right inside.
‘There’s a good girl,’ he whispered. ‘Now, how does it feel?’
‘It’s…all right.’ I was surprised. I’d thought it would be painful.
‘This is nothing, Angel,’ he said, sounding amused. ‘Relax, okay?’
I nodded, hardly reassured by his words.
He pushed his finger further in, moving it around inside me. It felt odd, but not unpleasant.
‘You have such a beautiful ass,’ he said, bending down to look at it. ‘Has anyone ever fucked it before?’
I shook my head. ‘You know they haven’t.’
‘I suspected,’ he said. ‘From your reaction at Dominion. I couldn’t be sure.’ He kissed my ass cheek, letting his tongue run over it as he pushed at my hole. ‘Sliding another finger in now, Gorgeous. Relax.’
I felt it as his fingers pushed my hole further open. Once inside, he twisted them around, squirming them inside me as he toyed with my clit. ‘This will make it easier on you,’ he said. ‘Trust me.’
He came back up behind me, his wet length slapping against my thigh. I felt his fingers slither out, as he took hold of his cock and positioned it at the entrance.
‘I’m going to go slowly,’ he said. ‘Or it’ll really hurt. Just keep calm.’
As he pushed it in, I felt it spreading my hole apart. Once the tip was inside, he paused, but didn’t stop working away at my clit. It was sending shudders of excitement through me, tamed only by my nerves. ‘Just a little at a time,’ he murmured. ‘And you’ll be fine.’
Bit by bit, he pushed his cock into me, spreading apart my hole until, suddenly, it almost seemed to pop, and it was inside. It hurt, but not as much as I was expecting. He stopped again, nuzzling at my shoulder blade as I panted with fear and excitement.
‘How’s that, Gorgeous?’ He pulled away slightly. ‘Remember, you can say stop at any time.’
‘It’s…not so bad.’
‘It’ll get better.’ He began to move his cock inside me, just a tiny bit, back and forth. With each movement, I noticed the pain growing less and the sensation becoming more enjoyable. ‘How’s that?’
‘It’s...different.’
‘Different?’ He sounded amused. ‘It’s fucking amazing from this end.’
He worked his fingers faster on my clit and, now that the slight pain had dissipated, I started to relax into it. My clit was on fire under his fingers, the sensations spreading from it into my pussy and even into my ass. I found myself pushing backwards against him, in spite of myself, as he pushed his cock further into my hole, filling it up with his length.
‘Do you feel dirty, Angel?’
‘Yes,’ I said with a gasp. ‘Yes, I do.’
‘That’s because you are,’ he whispered. ‘You’re my dirty little Angel, letting me fuck your ass.’
I leaned back against him, his fingers pulling and pushing at my clit, his cock thrusting in and out of my ass. He was nuzzling my neck now, his other hand kneading at my breast as he took me harder and harder. ‘What are you?’
‘I’m…’ I quailed for a moment, then, I said it. ‘I’m your dirty little Angel.’
‘Why are you?’
‘Because I’m letting you fuck my ass.’
‘And you’re enjoying it.’
‘And I’m enjoying it.’
Being made to say it aloud, coupled with the sensual assault in my rear, was just too much. My clit and pussy shuddered, over and over, in his hand as I came.
He held me tight until I’d finished, his hands stroking my clit gently as I came down, and then he turned me to face him. ‘On your knees, now, there’s a good girl.’
I felt my eyes widen. Surely, he wasn’t expecting…not straight after…
But as I looked down, I saw that he was stroking his cock, clearly almost on the verge himself. His hand was moving faster and faster until it was almost a blur.
I sank to my knees in front of him, watching as he brought himself closer and closer to the brink.
‘Open your mouth,’ he said, looking down at me. ‘Be my dirty little slut.’
I did as I was told, opening my mouth against the water still gushing across us. As he came, he moved my head from under the flow, his cum spattering into my mouth and across my cheeks, over and over.
‘You look fucking adorable,’ he murmured, his breath coming short and shallow. ‘You wanted to be a slut and now you are, Angel. You’re my dirty little slut, now and forever.’
Forty Two
Her
Ronnie was waiting in the entrance hall, when we came downstairs. If she was surprised to see me, she made no show of it. I wondered how she’d feel about me being involved in their meeting.
We walked through into the drawing room. It was large and airy, with the sash windows open and the scent of honeysuckle blowing in from the grounds outside. The only thing out of place was a hospital bed, sticking out from one of the bay windows. Around it, were positioned several armchairs, a coffee table flanking each one.
In the bed, a man was lying, a tube attached to his nose and a heart monitor at his side. He sat up slightly as we came in, his eye alighting first on Nathaniel.
‘Oh,’ he said, wheezing. ‘So you’re here then, are you?’
He didn’t make it sound like a good thing and, when his attention turned to me, I shrank back, wondering whether my reception would be any better.
‘And you’ve brought a lady. Well, she’s a bit easier on the eye than the last one.’
‘Shut up, you cantankerous old git,’ said Ronnie, as he burst into hoarse, breathless laughter. She was smiling, though, and went over and dropped a butterfly kiss on his forehead. ‘How are you today, Quin?’
‘Shite as fuck. How’s the club?’
‘You’d be ecstatic,’ she said.
‘And the rest?’
‘Seamless.’ She cast a knowing glance at Nat. ‘Nat’s running it all beautifully.’
He gave a disparaging laugh. ‘Well, he’s good for something, then. No grandchildren, yet, though, I notice.’
He shot a curious glance at me and I felt myself flush.
‘Not exactly child bearing hips, eh, Nat?’ he added, clearly enjoying my discomfort.
‘She’s perfect.’ Nat put his arm around me. ‘You jealous bastard. This is my father, Grace. Quinlan Fforbes.’