Kneeling before Him...



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Saturday, November 24, 2007

Ok, here is part 5 of Angel. At least, here is the first half of it. It was just too long to post as one piece. (Just over 9 pages!) I will post the rest in a couple of days. Once again, I hope you enjoy it.

ANGEL Part 5.1

She arrived at his house an hour early. She had not meant to, she just couldn't bring herself to sit around waiting at home for any longer than she had. She didn't know if he would be pleased or upset, or if he would have company. She had learnt last time that he was not her pet. He had a life outside of her. Now that she was there, she couldn't bring herself to go in. She drove off without getting out of the car.

An hour later she made her way back to his house again. She hadn't gone home. She couldn't stand the thought of more pacing of the floor, more watching the clock, so she had gone shopping instead. Somewhere in amongst the clothes she didn't need and the jewellery she didn't want, she had an idea. Now sitting beside her on the seat of the car were a bag of groceries for him. His refrigerator had been empty last week. She had thought that she might make him dinner but now, out the front of his place, she realised how foolish that seemed. Still, she had spent a lot of money on buying the best meat and cheeses. She couldn't let it sit in the car and go to waste. She got out of the car and picked up the bag. She hoped he wouldn't laugh at her. She headed towards his door.

Today the door opened quickly, almost as if he was waiting for her to knock. He smiled at her and held out his hand to take hers and lead her inside. It wasn't until the door shut behind her that she realised she heard voices coming from another room. A wave of heat swept over her body. He had told her that he would offer her to other men weeks ago and she had thought that he had forgotten. She listened and the voices all seemed to belong to men. She felt a blush creep up her face. She looked at him.

It was his smile that made her understand that she was right. He was obviously amused at her discomfort. For a moment she wanted to hit him, but it passed and instead she hid her face away behind her hair. He actually chuckled at her and the thought to hit him rose again.

"You are just so beautiful, my Angel." He said. "Everything you feel is written on your face. Just lovely."

She couldn't stop herself from smiling, just a little.

"What do you have in the bag?" He asked.
She jumped almost guiltily. "Uh, some uh, groceries, some food. For you." She stammered feeling silly. "I thought uh, maybe, I might cook you some dinner or something..." she trailed off hiding her face behind her hair again.
He stood there for a moment, just looking at her. He reached out and cupped her cheek, making her look up at him. "Angel." He said her name quietly. "You are so utterly sweet. I couldn't imagine a sweeter girl." He smiled at her, a warm unguarded smile and she felt a jolt of happiness rush through her, all the way down to her toes. They curled inside her shoes.
She smiled self-consciously. "Thankyou." She murmured. "Some of the things need to be put in the fridge."
"I will take care of it." He said. He walked to the door behind which the voices were and opened it just a little. She tried to see around him but he was blocking the way. He called out to someone and a few seconds later another man was standing in the hall with them.

"Hey." He said smiling crookedly at her. "I am Adam."
She blushed and looked at her him, not really knowing what to do.
"This is Angel." He said. "I need you to put some groceries away for me, Adam."
"Sure." Adam said, taking the bag from Angel. He looked her up and down for a second time. He sighed. "You lucky bastard." He said to the other man. "You always get the best looking girls for this!"
"Thank you, Adam." He said.
Adam went back through the door.

Angel stood there, her now empty hands clenched at her side.
He sighed. "Adam has all the tact of a randy bull." He said.
"What did he mean, "You always get the best looking girls for this?" Her jaw clenched.
He sighed again. "Angel, I am not a virgin, you know that. This is not the first time I have offered a girl to others. I enjoy it. The girls enjoy it too."
"Always." She scowled. "How many times is always?"
"No." He shook his head. "I will not apologise for anything that has happened before we met, Angel. You don't have the right to hold my past against me. Once again, I do not owe you an explanation. Do we need that lesson again? Do we need to re-establish which of us in control and which of us wants to serve on her knees?"

She shook her head. "No." she whispered. She didn't need the lesson again. He was right. He owed her nothing on what happened before they met. What mattered between them was the right here, right now.

He reached out and placed his fingers around her neck. No pressure was applied, none needed to be. She found herself breathless with just his hand there. He leaned in close, so close that she felt his breath on her lips. She knew what he was doing, taking charge of her, and she didn't want to stop it. She wanted to give herself up to it.

"No, what?" He whispered his lips almost touching hers.
"No, Master." She gasped out breathlessly and slowly, ever so slowly he devoured her in a kiss.

She trembled and her knees grew weak. The wave of heat washed over her again and she couldn’t think. Suddenly he let go of her and stepped away and she almost fell at the loss of him. She caught herself just in time, still completely lost in him.

He had taken her, just like that, with a hand at her throat and a kiss. It had only been a few weeks before that he would have to beat it out of her. Now she gave it up so quickly. She was his.

He smiled a smug sort of smile at the confusion and surrender on her face. "You need to get undressed now, Angel." He said calmly. "You can leave your slutty shoes on, but everything else comes off."
She blushed as she looked down at her feet. They were the same shoes he had liked her in so much last week. She had worn them again on purpose and was embarrassed but pleased that he had noticed them again.

She turned around and lifted the hair from her neck. He undid the zip at the back of her dress. She turned back around to face him and let the dress slide from her shoulders. She stepped out of it and turned back, bending over in front of him to pick it up off the floor. She stood and faced him again. He was smirking at her.

"Slut." He said.

She grinned and folded the dress, placing it on a small cabinet that stood in the hallway. She removed her bra and panties and placed them on top of her dress.

He held out his hand. "Panties." He said.
She took her panties from the top of her clothes pile and handed them to him. He felt them, the wetness of them. He put them to his face and breathed in.
"Mmmm." He murmured and put the panties in his pocket. "I will give you back your other pair before you leave."
Angel blushed remembering that he had taken panties off her at the dinner they had both been at. She wondered if he had used them as a spunk-rag as he had said he would. She was too embarrassed to ask.

He went to the cabinet and pulled open a drawer on the right hand side at the top and took some things out placing them on the cabinet for her to see. It took her a moment to understand what she was looking at.

"A collar?" She asked.
He smiled and picked it up. "Your collar. Or at least, my collar for you to wear."
"Oh." She said quietly. Then before she could stop herself she asked, "How many girls have worn that collar?" She had the sense to hang her head in shame.
He chuckled then he held it out for her to look at properly. "None." He said and chuckled again.
She saw it, her name, Angel, engraved on a small metal plate that was attached to the leather. "Oh." She said again.
He laughed. "It's ok. That was such a girl thing to do, Angel. But now, you will have to ask me for my collar. If you want it, of course."

Angel hesitated for a just a moment before sinking to her knees. She bowed her head.
"Master?" She said in the tiniest of voices. "May I please wear your collar?"
"Tell me that you want it."
"Master, I want to wear your collar. Please?"
"Angel, I want you to understand that this isn't just for today. From now on, when you arrive here you will undress in here and you will take your collar from the drawer and put it on."
"Yes, Master."

He placed the collar around her neck, strapping it tightly but comfortably around her neck. Then he took a leash from on top of the cabinet and attached it to a D-ring in the front of the collar.

"Open your mouth." He ordered and Angel obeyed. He placed the loop of the leash's handle in her mouth and she gently closed her lips around it, holding it there. He stepped back to admire her. "Yes." He nodded. "This is how you will greet me from now on, Angel. You will undress, kneel and put on my collar and you will offer me your leash, just like this."
She tried to say 'Yes Master' but it was impossible with the leash in her mouth. She nodded emphatically.
He took the offered leash from her mouth and smiled at her.
"You are such a good girl, Angel. You are my girl. I adore you."
Angel blushed with pride.
"One more rule, Angel. This collar around your neck," he gently stroked the collar, "It is never to be taken off by any hand but mine. You are to put it on when you arrive, Angel, but only I can take it off when it is time for you to leave. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master. I understand."
"Good girl." He said again, now stroking her cheek.
"I..." she stammered. "Thank you. For the collar. For everything."
He leaned over. "You are most welcome, my pet." He said and kissed her gently on the lips. She eagerly kissed him back.

When he stood back up the leash swung from side to side between them. "I am going to take you into the room, now Angel. Are you ready?"
Angel bowed her head and nodded quietly.
"Are you scared?" He asked.
"Yes." She answered.
"Are you aroused?"
She squirmed. "Yes." She answered shyly.
"Come then, pet. Let's go and have some fun."

He tugged on her leash and she moved to her hands and knees and crawled along behind him. He opened the door and led her through. She found a sense of freedom while he led her. She didn't need to look up to see the men. She kept her head down and concentrated on following him.

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