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Monday, October 15, 2007
The wait is over. Mac said He loves it.
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Angel part 4
She knocked on the door of his apartment and waited impatiently for a whole 30 seconds before knocking again. She was angry. She had been letting her anger rise for days. She had woken the morning after the dinner and realised she had no clue what he had been doing there. Had he followed her? Had he gone there on purpose to lure her away from her husband? The only thing she knew for sure was that he did not belong at that dinner. She had picked him up in a pub for goodness sake. He did not belong in her world. She was angry that he had found his way there.
Of course she knew she was also angry at herself. She should have more control than to run off to a public bathroom just to suck him off. She had acted like a teenager on heat, not a married woman with a life to lose. She needed to talk to him, to set things straight between them. He could not invade her life like that. He had to stay in his place.
She heard a bang and some sort of movement behind the door. She knocked again. The door opened and he peered out at her. His eyes were bloodshot and his hair mussed. He was wearing just a pair of track pants. He had obviously been asleep. The smell of alcohol and something smoky, possibly cigars wafted out of his place. She rolled her eyes.
"It's 2pm." She said. "You were sleeping?" She pushed past him and walked in to his hallway.
"Well hello, Angel." He said shutting the door. "Do come in." He turned to look at her.
She looked back at him, her arms folded across her chest as she obviously waited for an explanation.
"I had a poker game here last night and didn't get to bed until 6am. Not that I have to explain myself to you."
"You had a poker game when you knew I would be coming over today?" She knew she was being unreasonable, but she couldn't stop herself.
"I am not your pet, Angel." He said calmly. "I don't sit around all week just waiting for you to show up."
"No," she said equally as calmly. "I noticed that the other night at dinner."
He smirked. "I noticed you noticed."
"It isn't a joke." She snapped, her voice now rising. "You can't just turn up places I am."
"You think I was there for you?" He asked, obviously surprised.
"Well why else would you have been there?" She spat.
He looked at her, a long hard look. "I am thirsty." He said. "And hungry. Fetch me a drink and make me something to eat and then I might take time to explain to you that my life is not yours to order about."
"Get your own drink." She said and turned away from him. Walking into his sitting room she put her handbag on the coffee table and sat down on the couch.
He followed and picked up her bag. He held it out to her.
"Get out." He said. "Get out and don't come back."
She looked at him, shocked. "You can't be serious?"
He continued to hold her purse out to her. "The only thing I can't do, Angel, is put up with shit like this from you. I don't have to. I don't owe you anything. Just get out."
She stood and took her bag from him. She tucked it under her arm and will all the dignity she could muster she walked out of the room towards the door.
"Don't come back." She heard him say again as she reached for the door knob. She turned it and opened the door. She stood there for almost a full minute, her mind racing. She had to walk away, she knew she had to, but she didn’t want to. She wanted to stay.
Slowly she closed the door again and with her head bowed and her eyes filled with tears she walked back into the room. He was still standing where she had left him.
"Well?" He said roughly.
"I am sorry." She said quietly.
"I didn't hear you. Say it again."
"I am sorry." She said a little louder. She was crying.
"Good." He said. "You are forgiven. I am still thirsty though. Go and fetch me a drink." He sat on the couch and picked up a newspaper as she put her bag back on the coffee table. She turned to walk to the kitchen.
"Angel?" She stopped and turned back to him. He didn't look up. "Crawl to the kitchen." He said.
She hesitated, unable to process what he had said. He looked up at her standing there.
"Get down on your hands and knees and crawl to the kitchen and fetch me a drink." He simply said.
Angel fidgeted. She looked at the floor not daring to meet his eye. "Am I being punished?" She asked quietly.
"No." He answered. "You will crawl because you need it. And because I will enjoy it." He said.
She hitched up her skirt to go down onto her knees and she remembered she was wearing silk stockings. "My stockings..." she said.
"Take them off." He shrugged. "Actually, you can get completely undressed. I think I will like watching your tits sway as you crawl." He looked her up and down. "You can put your shoes back on though. Those shoes look good on you. They make you look like a slut."
He read the paper as Angel undressed. He didn't even look up at her. She found herself blushing furiously, wanting him to notice her, to appreciate her body, and she hesitated again once she was wearing only her shoes.
"I am still thirsty." He said without taking his eyes from the paper and she got down on her hands and knees and crawled away from him.
"You can stand up when you are in the kitchen." He called to her as she was about to cross into the kitchen. "You might need to walk the drink back out here too."
He watched her as she walked back into the room with his orange juice. She had filled the biggest glass she could find. She was blushing again as he examined her with his eyes, her shoes making her feel even more naked. He smiled. She handed him the glass and he thanked her and she stood beside him while he drank. She tried unsuccessfully to find something to do with her hands and ended up just opening and closing her fists. She shifted her weight from foot to foot. Finally he looked at her again.
"What?" He asked.
She frowned. "I don't know what you would like to eat."
"I pretty much think you will only find some cheese and some bread in there." He sighed, nodding towards the kitchen. "I guess cheese on toast will be fine."
She turned to walk back into the kitchen.
"Crawl." He said without emotion.
She got down on her hands and knees again.
Staring out the window waiting for the toaster to pop up, she thought about why she had not been able to leave. She wished she could kick herself. He had her naked in the kitchen, crawling around his floor, making him things to eat for goodness sake. This was not how it was supposed to work. She knew she should march right back out there and throw his toast at him. She should get dressed and just go. There was no reason she had to stay. She didn't have to let him treat her like this. She owed him nothing either.
"I'll have some tea too." He called out from the other room. "Make it strong."
She reached for the kettle and filled it, turning it on. She should go. She should just leave. She didn’t need him, not really. She could go. Just get her clothes and go.
She found the teapot and rinsed it in cold water. She found the tea and put it in the pot. The toast popped and she put in two more pieces then buttered the first two and neatly arranged the slices of cheese she had cut.
She was naked in the kitchen. She should just get out of here. He wasn't going to change. He would always treat her this way, like she was his to do whatever he wanted with. She should go before it got any worse.
The kettle boiled and she poured the water into the pot and put the lid on it. She found a tray and put the teapot and a mug on it. The second lot of toast popped and she fixed it as the first and put that plate on the tray too. She picked it up. She had made up her mind. She would give him the tray and she would get dressed and leave.
"Good girl." He said as she put the tray down on the coffee table. "Now bring me the remote." He pointed beneath the television screen. She saw the remote immediately. She went to move towards it. "Angel?" He said. "Crawl. You can bring it back to me in your teeth. But gently, I don't want it marked."
She horrified herself by getting down on her hands and knees. She crawled across the room and brought the remote back to him, placing it in his lap. He patted her head.
"Good girl." He said again. He switched on the television and picked up a piece of his toast.
Angel was left on her hands and knees on the floor. She wanted to get up and leave. She wanted to tell him she was going. She opened her mouth.
"Can I sit on the couch?" she asked tentatively.
"No." He said. He reached over and grabbed a cushion from the other end of the couch and held it out to her. "You can lie on the floor, your head over there," he pointed to the floor below the television, "your cunt facing me."
She raised herself up onto her knees to take the cushion from him uncertainly.
"Go on." He said. "I want to watch you masturbate."
Angel hid behind her hair. "I can't." She whispered. "I have never done it in front of anyone. Not like that, with someone watching."
"Good." He said. "I like being your first." When she didn't move he took her face in his hand and made her look up at him. "Angel, you have already done things today that you thought you could never do. You have surprised yourself. Don't give up now. Do it. I want you to."
She turned around and crawled to where he had said her head should go.
Putting the cushion down, she lay down on her back. She raised her knees, pulling her ankles up near her bottom and she let her legs fall open. Her hand trailed down her body and her fingers rested on her pussy. She could hardly believe what she was about to do next. She couldn't look at him. She didn't want to know if he was watching her. She closed her eyes and listened to the sound of the television. Her fingers moved inside of her.
"Are you wet?" He asked.
The question startled her. She stopped moving her fingers. "Yes." She said shyly, ashamed.
"Good." He said. "I didn't tell you to stop."
She heard him bite his toast as she started moving her fingers again.
There was silence between them for a while broken only by the occasional bite of toast or slurp of tea. An apparent air battle droned along on the television in the background. She wondered if he was watching it, or her.
"What did your husband say when you came out of the bathroom the other night?" He suddenly asked. Shocked again her fingers stopped. "Don't stop." He said. "Just answer me."
"Nothing." She stammered.
"I saw him. He was wandering around as if he had lost something. I recognised him when he was leading you to dinner. Didn't he ask where you had been? What you had been doing?"
"No, he didn't ask." She felt pleasure start to throb in her cunt. "He had other things on his mind."
"Does he ever ask, Angel? Or is he always too busy for you?"
"He loves me." She said defiantly.
"So you tell me." He said dismissively. "Were you hoping he asked? Did you want to tell him you were in a public bathroom sucking on your lover's cock?"
"No!" she said and she meant for it to sound horrified but her cunt had clenched as it spilled from her lips and it came out sounding breathless instead.
"Did you want to tell him that you were sitting on a toilet with your legs spread and your fingers in your pussy while you took care of me?"
"No." She said again more forcefully. Her hips started moving against her fingers.
"They were my people." He said softly. "They were my friends, my colleagues, friends of my parents, people I grew up with. I was not the intruder there, Angel. You were. That was your first time at this event. I have been going for years. Did you think you were slumming when you met me, Angel? Did you go looking for some poor rough man to fuck you hard and stay out of your life?"
"Yes." She gasped. She gasped again. Then she panted and grunted.
"Did I disappoint you, Angel? Are you disappointed you found me?"
"No. God no." She grunted again.
"Tell me when you are going to come." He said. "I don't want to miss it."
She heard him take another mouthful of tea.
"Bastard." She hissed. "Prick." He said nothing, ignoring her completely. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. He was watching the television. She grunted again. "God." She gasped. "I am going to come."
He looked at her. "Come for me, Angel. Come because I want you to."
Her eyes rolled back into her head and her body convulsed. She pushed two fingers deep inside herself and lay her palm flat against her clitoris and her hips moved up and down, grinding against her hand without her exerting any control. She grunted, gasped, and called out to god before the feelings inside her started to subside. She waited until the contracting of her muscles stopped before she pulled her fingers out. She rested her sticky hand on her tummy and just lay there, breathing. In the end his watching had not changed the way she did things. It had just made it feel more intense.
"Come here." He whispered after she had lain still for a while. "It's my turn."
She slowly rolled onto her side and got up onto her hands and knees. She crawled carefully, shakily, over to him.
He had taken off his pants, she wasn't sure when, and he was idly stroking his already hard cock. She reached him and rested her head against his thigh. He smiled down at her and put his hands behind his head, shifting his bottom forward to the edge of the seat.
"Please me." He said.
She crawled between his legs and moved up to her knees, her bottom resting back against her heels. She ran her hands up his thighs up towards his cock, digging in her nails just enough to make him suck in his breath. She smiled up at him, the seductress now. He watched her as her tongue snaked out to lick across the head of his cock then she used her hand to delicately lift it up so she could lick his balls. He closed his eyes and groaned. She took her time, licking at him, lapping at him, nuzzling and kissing his cock, taking him into her mouth and rubbing against the head with her tongue. She took great pleasure in every groan and grunt, every throb she elicited from him. She worshipped him, just because she could.
He didn't touch her until he was ready to come. Then he pulled her from him by her hair. Her hands went immediately to cup his balls and jerk his cock. He spurted over her cheek and around her mouth before he forced her back onto him. He growled and grunted and she moaned and whimpered. She swallowed the rest he gave her. She sat back when he released her hair.
"God." He groaned and his cock throbbed one more time and the last of his spunk welled in the tip. His eyes were closed and he didn't see her lean forward. She licked the last drop with the tip of her tongue. He jumped and pushed her away. She grinned.
He chuckled. "Smug little bitch."
She bowed her head and hid behind her hair. In the littlest of voices she quietly asked if she was allowed to sit on the couch yet.
"No." He said. "You can get your cushion and sit here beside my feet."
She frowned but she turned and crawled to the cushion, picked it up and crawled back with it. She put it on the floor next to his feet and she sat down on it, leaning back against the arm of the couch.
She looked up at him again. "Am I allowed to wash my face?" She asked, cheekily.
"No." He said. "Now shut up! I am trying to watch this show."
She leaned back against the couch and stared at the television though she really wasn't watching what was on. She was thinking about the things that he had said to her, that they were his people not hers. It confused her, because he was not who he was supposed to be. He was not the guy she had meant for him to be. She felt a little lost.
"Who are you?" She asked softly, more to herself than to him but he heard it anyway.
"I thought you would have worked it out by now, Angel. I am your Master." He answered just as softly.
She let that sink in for a while. She grew tired and rested her head against his thigh. He absently played with her hair.
"Yes." She said heavy with sleep and contentment. "Yes Master. You are."
She stayed with him another two hours and he did not let her stand in that whole time. She crawled to the bathroom when she needed to go and she crawled into the kitchen when he needed a drink. She sat by his feet when she was still. He took her on the floor while she was on her hands and knees just before she had to leave. He watched her dress and when she was ready he walked her to the door. He kissed her gently, almost as if he thought she might break. She walked outside and got into her car.
She arrived home knowing it would be a while before her husband had finished at the golf course. She ran herself a bath, hot and deep. She left her phone within reach in case her husband called to say he was on his way but it was the message tone that beeped.
"Angel." The message read. "You were beautiful today, so delicious and sweet. You can call me anytime you need to. I will always message before I ring you. Take care, my pet."
She had given him her number a few weeks before in case he had to change his plans. He had not given her his. She replied, "Thank you, Master." She saved his number to her phone under M.
Then she put her head in her hands and she cried.