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Tuesday, September 16, 2008
For all you very very patient people, here is... wait for it... drumroll...
PART 6 OF ANGEL!
I hope you enjoy it. For those who want a refresher before going on to the new bit, the parts are on the links below.
Part 1 is here.
Part 2 is here.
Part 3 starts here and finishes here.
Part 4 is here.
Part 5 starts here and finishes here
And now for Part 6!
She hurt when she woke the next day. Her body hurt, her mind hurt. She had done things with those men, in front of other men, all of them strangers. Her pussy was swollen and raw. Her throat felt scratchy, the muscles in her mouth sore from overuse. Even her knees felt bruised from spending so much time on them. But the worst of it all was the guilt. She felt so much guilt.
Angel made her husband breakfast, toast, cheese, tea. It reminded her of the cheese on toast and tea she had made her lover. She found that she couldn't speak. Her husband didn't notice her quietness, even though she usually made the most of the morning, knowing it would be the time he was least distracted and the best time for them to talk. But today she had nothing to say. When he left for work after a light kiss on her cheek, she went upstairs and threw herself on the bed. She cried. For a long time she just cried. Then she fell asleep.
It was mid afternoon before she woke. She felt groggy, her head heavy and her eyes gritty from the tears and the sleep. She didn't have a headache, but she could feel the tension behind her eyes, a headache waiting to start. Her eyes filled with tears again. She grew angry with herself, chiding herself to pull it together. She didn't know what was wrong with her.
She grabbed her phone off the bedside table and found his number under M. She pushed the button to call, and then flipped the phone shut. How could she call him? What would she say? 'Hi. I can't stop crying'? How stupid would that sound? She threw the phone away and dragged herself into the shower.
Usually the water helped her clear her thoughts and this time was the same. She remembered how her lover, her Master had held her in the shower after the men were finished with her. He had kissed her and caressed her and made her feel special. She needed that again. She needed to be held by him. She thought of the phone again. Maybe she could tell him that. Just that she needed to be held. She washed her hair, determined not to rush to the phone. She wanted to make sure she was doing the right thing. There had never been a reason to call him before, though she had wanted to. She wanted to make sure she called him for the right reason, because she really did need it, not just on a whim.
When she got out of the shower she took the time to do her hair and put on some makeup. She dressed nicely, a skirt and blouse as opposed to the t-shirt and shorts she normally wore around home. She composed herself carefully and picked up the phone. She took a deep breath and rang his number.
"Hello, Angel. Just hold on a sec, ok?" He said.
Her throat constricted and her eyes filled. "Sure." She managed to stammer before she started crying again. She could hear him speaking to someone that was in the room with him, then it sounded like he was moving, a door opened and closed. It was quiet where he was now.
"Hey. Sorry." He said. "I was in a meeting."
"Oh god. I am sorry." She was trying to get herself back under control.
"No. Don't be sorry. I am glad you called. The meeting was boring and you gave me an excuse to call a break." He waited a moment for her to speak then seemed to realize that she couldn't. "What's wrong, Angel?" He asked gently.
"I... I don't know." She couldn't stop herself from crying again.
"It's ok, baby." He whispered into the phone. "Whatever it is, you can tell me. Are you hurt?"
"No. It's not like that. It's just... I needed to talk to you. I need you to talk to me. Can you hold me, please?" Angel held her breath. She knew she sounded pathetic, on the verge of hysterical. Surely he would hang up now. He would run as fast as his legs could take him.
"It's ok, Angel. Hush now, it's ok. I am here, I am listening."
"I don't know what to say." She was still crying.
"Hey." He said. "Listen. Do you want to come over tonight?"
She hesitated, thinking about it. Her husband was always home early on Monday nights. Mondays and Wednesdays he made an effort to eat with her. The other nights she ate alone.
"I can't tonight. There would be too many questions." She said.
"Ok." He said. There was no disappointment, no accusation in his voice and still she felt guilty. She wanted to be with him, he was offering her the chance and she couldn't take it.
"Tomorrow night I won't be missed." She offered hopefully.
"I will be home tomorrow night, Angel." He said.
"Oh god, Master. I am so sorry." She felt so guilty.
"Baby. Hush. Really, you have nothing to be sorry for. It is what it is, baby. You are who you are and I understand why you need me. I will just be worried about you until I see you. I will feel better when I see you. Angel, you are not in this alone. I am feeling it too, baby. I want to know you are ok. I will be home tomorrow night and we will talk properly, ok?"
She nodded, realised that he couldn't see her. "Yes. Ok." She said.
He asked her again if she was ok and she told him that she was. He said he had to go, they were waiting for him in the meeting.
"I want to see you, Angel." He said.
"I want to see you too, Master." She said.
"Good girl." She heard the smile in his voice. "Good sweet girl."
She managed to smile as she hung up.
When her husband came home she had herself back under control. She had dinner on the table as usual and they ate together, him dominating the conversation telling her about the things he had seen and done at work that day. His promotion announcement had been delayed due to the politics of the office. It was not to be announced until Thursday, though everyone seemed to know it was his. He had been getting congratulations on it all day. She was happy for him. He had worked so hard for it. She meant it when she congratulated him again. She could tell he was proud of what he had done.
She kept herself sane by reminding herself that she would see her Master the next evening. She sat with the man she married, one she loved and thought about her lover to keep herself from screaming. It wasn't right, she knew it, but it was all she could do to keep herself from falling apart. After dinner he went into his study to do some work he had brought home and she sat on the couch to watch some mindless television. She was asleep by the time he came to bed.
By 4 o'clock the next day she was sitting in the car outside his house. She just had not been able to wait any longer. His car pulled up at 4.30 and she wondered if he had been unable to wait either. He saw her sitting there and came over, opening her door.
"Been here long?" He asked.
"No." She said "But I didn't expect you yet."
"I get out of there early when I can." He shrugged. "Come on inside." He held out his hand to her.
She took it and followed him into the house.
When they got inside he let go of her hand in the entryway.
"I am going to get changed into something more comfortable." He said. "You should too."
She saw her collar and leash on the sideboard and she knew what he wanted from her. He left her and went towards his bedroom. She undressed leaving on her high heels then picked up her collar and put it around her neck. She had a little trouble with the clasp but finally managed to do it up. She attached the leash to her collar and got down on her knees, putting the handle to the leash in her mouth. Angel spread her knees wide, held her back straight and bowed her head. She waited.
He was obviously taking his time. She heard him use the bathroom, wash his hands and face, walk into the kitchen and make himself a drink. She knew he was testing her and she refused to move. She wanted so much to be a good girl today. He came into the entry way and she lifted her head and offered him the leash in her mouth. He petted her on the head.
"Good girl." He said.
He took the leash and led her into the other room. She crawled after him. He went to the couch and he sat down. There was a cushion on the floor and she crawled to it and sat down. She was surprised to see that there were two drinks on the coffee table. She lent her head against his thigh. He petted her and offered her a drink. She took it from him and sipped at her juice.
"I would have made the drinks." She said quietly.
"I know." He said. "But sometimes it is ok for me to do things for you too, ok?"
"Ok." She smiled and took another sip of her drink.
They didn't say much for the next 30 minutes. He petted her, she leaned against him. He told her a joke and she laughed. He said she could talk if she needed to talk but she was happy just being near him. He made her feel safe. He pulled her up to his lap and held onto her. She kissed him a lot, licking his neck and purring in his arms. He indulged her.
Eventually he asked her if she was staying for dinner. She nodded and kissed him again.
"Can I cook for you?" she asked and he smiled.
"I would like that." He said.
She left him on the couch and went into the kitchen. She went through all his cupboards to familiarise herself with what he had and where everything was and then she started dinner for them both.
When it was almost ready she set the table for two. She asked him if he would like a drink with dinner and he told her he had already opened a bottle of red wine. She put glasses on the table too. He was sitting at the table ready when she came in with the plates. She put his in front of him before putting hers down on the table. As she moved to sit down he stopped her.
"Would you mind getting me a bowl, please?" He asked.
She looked at him curiously but went back into the kitchen and returned with a bowl and handed it to him. He took it and put it down on the floor next to his chair. He took the bottle of wine and poured some into the bowl before pouring himself a glass.
"Give me your plate, Angel." He said.
She didn't understand what was going on but she obediently handed him her plate. He placed it on the floor next to the bowl of wine. He picked up his knife and fork and started to eat. She sat there for a minute, hands in her lap, head bowed.
"Wow." He said. "This is good. You may eat when you want to, Angel."
She looked at him to see if he was joking then slid to the floor next to him. She was blushing furiously. She knelt with her head down wondering how she would eat it.
"Can I have a knife and fork, please Master?" She asked.
He looked down at her plate. "Pass it up to me." He said.
She passed up her plate and waited while he cut up her steak. He gave her back the plate.
"Now you don't need them." He said.
She put the plate on the floor and got down with her hands either side of her plate. She stuck out her tongue and managed to move a piece of meat into her mouth. She chewed. It was good. She lapped at the wine. It was good too. She tried not to think about what she was doing. She continued to eat in silence, wondering if he had forgotten she was there.
After a little while she stopped feeling embarrassed. It started to feel, not right, but not wrong either. Then it started to feel kind of hot. He reached down to pet her head. She looked up at him.
"This is really good." He said.
"Thank you. So is this." She smiled at him sheepishly. He grinned. They both turned their attention back to their dinner.
When they had both finished dinner he turned to her and bent down. He picked up her leash handle off the ground and tapped her under the chin so she looked up at him.
"Thank you for dinner, Angel." He said.
"Thank you." She smiled. "I should clean up now."
"Not yet. Angel, I have something to admit to you. I love this, this way that you are today. You have not questioned anything, you have simply obeyed. You have been sweet and loving, just adorable. I love it."
Angel blushed and smiled, hiding behind her hair.
"It also makes me hard." He continued. "Which is something you need to take care of before you do the dishes."
She was grinning now.
"First though," he reached out and wiped a bit of gravy off her chin, "we need to wash your face."
He led her to the bathroom where she washed up then to the bedroom where he put her on the bed. He undressed and joined her, pushing her face down to his groin, using the collar on her neck to position her head where he wanted it. He made her lick his balls and he groaned when she did. He made her take his cock into her mouth before he pulled her up to kiss him, then he dragged her back to his cock again. He did that for a while, making her kiss him, then making her suck him. She knew he was close to coming when he pulled her up to kiss her one more time.
"Don't swallow it." He said to her and thrust his tongue into her mouth, groaning. "Hold it for me." He forced her back down and pushed his cock up into her throat. He grunted and spurted and she held onto his spunk, not swallowing. When he was done he pulled her up to his mouth and he kissed her again, taking his spunk hot from her mouth. He pushed her down onto her back and pulled open her legs. She watched as he dribbled his spunk onto her cunt. She lifted her hips, spreading her pussy open wider. He spat the last of him onto her and then devoured her. She bucked and writhed beneath the relentless attack of his teeth and his tongue. She held onto the back of his head and ground herself against him as she came. She lay back against the bed, breathless from the pleasure he had taken from her. He moved back up her body and kissed her again. She wrapped her arms around him and held onto him.
"I don't want to let you go." She whispered.
"So don't. At least, not yet." He kissed her again.
They stayed in bed together for another hour, kissing, touching. She made him come again and he made her come twice more before they decided that they needed to get up. She went to the kitchen and started to clean up. He cleared off the table and brought her their dirty plates. She washed and he wiped and he told her some more jokes and she giggled a lot. When everything was put away he led her back to the couch and let her curl up in his lap. They watched a silly show together before she had to go.
He went back to the entryway with her and watched her while she dressed. When she was done she knelt before him and he took off her collar. She smiled at him.
"I feel naked without it." She said.
He nodded and helped her up off the floor.
"Are you ok now, Angel?"
She put her arms around his neck. "Yes." She said. "I feel much better. Thank you."
He stroked her back. "Angel, there is a dinner on Friday night..."
"Yes. I am going with my husband."
"Yes. I thought you might be. I wish that I was the one taking you." He said.
She held onto him tighter. "It just gets harder doesn't it?"
"Did you expect it would get easier?"
"No." She shook her head.
"I didn't either, Angel." He pulled away to look at her. "I guess I will see you on Friday night."
"I could come over on Thursday night." She offered.
"I don't know that it would be a good idea." He said. She was disappointed and it must have showed on her face. "Call me Thursday afternoon and we will talk about it." He added.
"Ok." She kissed him again then picked up her purse. Her hand was on the door when she turned back to him again. "I know this doesn't change anything," she said quietly, "but I do love you."
He smiled at her. "I know."
She smiled too. That was enough.