Fallen Angel

As a put the phone down I had all manner of thoughts going through my head. It seemed such a bad idea and yet there was a part of me that was yearning for him. I'd told him not to come but he wouldn't take no for an answer. "It's just platonic," he said.

I turned on the lights and looked at myself in the mirror. I reached down and pulled up my casual but sexy black nightshirt with the slogan "fallen angel" to reveal my satin panties and looked at my rear. "Not bad," I thought. Then my phone starting ringing again, jerking me out of my day dream. It was him. He was checking I was going to answer the door. At minus 2 degrees outside, I couldn't leave him standing at the door and told him so.

When he arrived, it we were both acting casual but you could cut the tension with a knife. He walked into the kitchen and pulled out a can of beer before reaching into the cupboard for two glasses pouring out the beer. He wandered around my apartment, admiring my new bedroom and the floor to ceiling mirrors opposite the bed.

I got back into bed and told him to get in. He did as he was told and remained fully clothed. As he put his arms around me... I won't lie, I felt safe. Since the burglary I hadn't been sleeping that well and as I felt his muscled arms around me, I felt the tension melt away to be replaced with a deep aching for him. "Oh ooh," my head said. "Oh god James, I feel so safe in your arms." It was out of my mouth before I could stop myself. On that, he promptly reached his hand into my nightshirt, starting gently pinching my nipple and kissed me deeply. I pulled away. He said this was platonic. I knew how hard it would be to resist him. I wasn't sure if I could.

He said, "Hey gorgeous, don't worry, it's just platonic," but I knew. I didn't think I was going to win this battle. He started massaging my breast again, and repeated that it was just platonic. It took everything I had to say no and move his hand away. And then I made my first fatal mistake. Very innocently he asked me if he could do something, and I naively said yes.

He took my left hand, pulled it above my head and placed my fingers around the bars on the head board, lifted my shirt and started gently sucking my nipples, taking each one in turn, murmuring how much he loves my tits and at the same time had moved his hand down so he was rubbing my satin panties. Every time I took my hand away from the bars he put it back until suddenly, I felt cold steel on my wrist and before I knew it, out of nowhere he'd handcuffed my wrist to the bars. "You're mine now," he said.

I wasn't sure about this. "No. What are you doing?" I heard the words coming out of my mouth but it didn't feel like they were coming from me. "Relax angel, you'll be ok." His words reassured me but I felt the fear rising up inside. This wasn't what I wanted; but then I reasoned with myself. I had to be honest, I felt so fucking hot. But this wasn't supposed to be happening. In the meantime he continued licking and sucking on my nipples. Oh God I was so wet. It took every ounce of my being not to grind my hips against his his had. I tried to move my wrist but felt the cold hard metal dig in and thought better of struggling.

In a smooth, single movement, he lifted off my other arm and swiftly handcuffed it above my head to join the other, whipping my nightshirt over my head and onto my hands before moving down and yanking my panties off, down and over my feet. Oh Christ, what have I gotten myself into. It was that fear again, choking me.

But before it consumed me, he was back at my breasts, sliding that warm, moist tongue over them and gently pulling at them with his teeth. His thumb started gently rubbing my clit. It felt so damn good. I could feel myself dripping wet as he entered me with his finger. "Nooooo", I moaned, but it was no good, he just took it as a sign to put another finger inside me start fucking me with his hand. "See how wet you are, you want this." He pulled his fingers out and brought them up to my lips. "Suck," he commanded, "I want you to taste how wet you are." I paused for a brief second and decided that I should obey him, tentatively taking each finger into my mouth and sucking. "You're being a good girl, Angel," he murmured.

He kissed my belly and worked his way down but I couldn't let him. This wasn't supposed to be happening. It took everything I had not to open my legs and him work magic on my clit with his tongue.

He abruptly pulled away and I saw a flash of anger in his face before he gained composure and pulled his hand up to gently stroke my down my cheek and over my neck. Then he gently but firmly closed his hand around my neck and instinctively I tilted my head back. In that split second, I felt completely and utterly helpless.

He lent over, still with his grip on my neck, and gave me a hard kiss that felt like it went on for minutes as I tried to pretend his hand wasn't gripping my neck, although in reality only a few seconds must have passed. As he pulled his head away, he looked at me square in the eyes with steely determination and said, "Open your legs, wide. I want your legs open as far as they'll go." I felt myself gasp, panic rising up in me. Still with his hand on my neck, he squeezed and almost shouted, "Do it". I couldn't do it quick enough as the panic ran through my veins. But then he took his hand off my neck and tenderly stroked my cheek as he lent forward and whispered in my ear, "Your doing great, gorgeous. You're a good girl." For a moment I almost purred as my breathing slowed and I forgot how exposed I felt, spreadeagled on the bed with my hands handcuffed to the bars behind my head and my small but perky tits pointing square at the ceiling.

He moved down to between my legs, used his thumbs to gently part my lips and examined my pink, shaven pussy. I felt embarrassed and wanted to clamp my legs shut, but as I squirmed and felt the handcuffs dig into my wrists, I heard my brain telling myself that I just had to go with it. He said, "I wanna taste that magnificent pussy of yours," as he ran his tongue the full length of my slit before finally settling with his tongue on my clit. "Oooooooooh," it felt so good. Just as I was on the brink of orgasm, he pulled his tongue away and started working me with his fingers. As he looked up at me, he asked me if I wanted him to stop. I locked eyes with him and told him we shouldn't be doing this...

There was that flash of anger again in his eyes and he speedily pulled his hand away, and just waited, watching me. "Oh God, ohhh, ohhh, noooooo." The sounds coming out of me were guttural, like a wild animal as I started thrashing around. I was so close to coming. He smirked and you could almost see the power and sense of victory written across his face. "Do you want me to continue...?"

My eyes were wide as I looked at him and whispered, "Yes... I... I want you to continue..."

With one hand he pulled my ankle onto his shoulder, twisting me onto my side, and with the other he entered me with his fingers and started pumping away at my pussy with his thumb, covering it in my juices, before replacing his thumb with this fingers and pressing his juice covered thumb against my tight asshole. "Your ass mine, tonight."

"No," I murmured. "Not there". But he simply ignored me and pressed his thumb into my sweet virgin hole. I felt so full as he pumped away with his fingers in my pussy and thumb up my ass. "Fuck my hand," he snarled. I just looked at him, those eyes ever wider, so with the other hand, he pinched my nipple so hard I let out a yelp and my pussy clamped down hard on his fingers. "Move your hips. I want you to fuck my hand... NOW!"

In that moment, I started grinding my hips, drawing his fingers and thumb deeper inside me, as he kept his hand completely still and used the other to gently pinch my nipple. I felt completely defenceless and totally at his mercy, acting like a wild animal, thrusting my hips against his hand. His voice started to soothe me, "You're a good girl. Your a good, good girl. That's it; work my hand". I felt so dirty but I just couldn't help it. I began to moan and settle into a rhythm. Just as my orgasm started to build he slowed my hip movement with his hand and said, "It's time."

At that, I looked at him and he pulled away and started to strip.

I couldn't help but lick my lips as he exposed his magnificent, hard cock and knelt next to me, with it hovering next to my face. "You'll be a good girl, right?" I nodded. With that, he lent over me and reached for my wrist furthest away to undo the handcuffs. I couldn't help but lick the precum off tip as he unlocked my hands; I knew what he wanted. "Yes, that's it," he moaned, "but first I want you to lick my balls."

I got to work immediately. I'd reached the point where all I wanted to do was please him. I wrapped my hand firmly around the base of his cock and rotated it towards him, moving his sack closer to my lips. Seeing my compliance, he released my other hand from the handcuffs to allow me full access. With my other hand I gently cupped and caressed his balls before burying my face in the space between his thighs and crotch and taking each ball into my warm, wet mouth.

As my tongue reached my hand around the shaft, I ran my tongue slowly up his entire length to the tip, pausing to lick and suckle the tip before taking his long shaft in my mouth. My hand remained cupped round his balls, gently massaging them as I settled into a rhythm, pumping his shaft with my mouth. He grabbed my hair with his fist, forcing himself deeper into my throat. I could hear his groans as he got closer to coming. Going through my mind, I heard my thoughts, "Is he going to cum in my mouth? Does this mean my ass is safe? What's he going to do next?" all the while I was dutifully rhythmically sucking . And then I felt his balls harden and I knew he was there. He suddenly pulled away and said, "I'm going to fuck you now, whore."

And with that he was between my legs and entered hard and fast, causing me to let out a loud shriek. He didn't let up and kept pounding away at me. I couldn't believe how good it felt to finally have him inside me. As soon as the thought about him not being able to make me orgasm left my head, I felt it building inside of me. He pulled my ankles onto his shoulders, put my hand on my nipple, silently instructing me to pinch my own nipples. As he pounded into me even deeper and I exploded and screamed, "Oh my God, oh my GOD!" I felt myself flood with wetness and my pussy contract, pulling his hard cock deeper inside me.

Before the contractions subsided, he pulled out of me and replaced his delicious cock with his fingers. His strength surprised me as he managed to turn me over with only his other hand and started preparing my ass with his thumb whilst my pussy contracted away at his fingers, still feeling the effects of my orgasm. Then I felt his sweating skin and weight on my back and he removed his hand and pressed the tip of his cock, still wet with my juices against my tight asshole. I was a quivering wreck from such a massive explosion I didn't have the ability to say no.

He was kind to me as he pressed the tip in and waited. Oh wow, it felt soooo good, so full. I started grinding my hips against him and taking more and more until his entire length was inside me. It felt so awesome, I couldn't believe I hadn't let him to this to me before. As he grinded away, he reached round with this hand and started rubbing my clit, driving me to a mania. "I'm going to cum in your ass," he whispered in my ear before biting the skin on the back of my neck. Oh God, he was actually going to make me orgasm like this.

He could obviously sense my second orgasm building and pumped away furiously at my ass. I orgasmed like a banshee, wailing, which set him off, spurting his hot load deep into my ass and collapsed with all his weight on me, pinning me underneath him. "Oh my God!" I screamed. I'd never felt anything like it, his hot sticky cum in my ass just added to my huge explosion. At that point I realised I was his to do with me as he chooses...