Nobody's Angel (41 page)

Nothing. No sound. No touch.

Tears stung her eyes. She hadn’t meant to hurt Luke, but realized how much she wished Marc had been the one to restrain her on this cross tonight. How could she ever be anyone else’s submissive? She only wanted him to be her Dom.

Luke reached up to untie the blindfold. Clearly, this scene had ended, just as abruptly probably as her last one in this room. She had no other words to say to convey how sorry she was, but it was probably for the best if she didn’t get involved with Luke. His friendship with Marc would only force them to be in each other’s company from time to time, and the thought of being with Marc and not being able to touch him would be the worst form of torture she could imagine.

The blindfold came loose and he pulled the ends away. The air felt cool against her wet eyes. She blinked, afraid to look up and see the hurt in Luke’s eyes. He placed a finger under her chin and forced her to look at him.

Angel. Man. Wolf.

Her dream lover.

Her knees gave way and she hung supported by her arms until he placed his hands around her waist to relieve the strain on her arms until she could stand on her own again.

“Marc?”

He nodded. He removed the wolf’s mask, not that she didn’t already recognize him. Apparently, she didn’t even need her eyes to know it had been Marc touching her. Her body had known all along.

“It was you that night?”

He nodded and reached up to remove the cuffs from the cross. Her joints were stiff as she lowered her arms. Then he knelt down and unhooked the ankle cuffs from the cross. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the loveseat in the corner, his spurs clanging on the floor. She smiled. He’d certainly gone to great extremes to make her think he was Luke. He pulled a blanket from the basket, but Angelina waved it away. She wasn’t cold in the least.

Sitting on the leather seat, he brought his finger up to trace the line of her jaw.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get to you in time that night,
cara.
I’ve been haunted day and night by images of you being flogged so badly by that asshole. If only I’d come to the club on time, I could have saved you from much of that pain.”

Is that why he’d lied to her? He was ashamed for not rescuing her soon enough? All she could think was that he
had
rescued her from Allen’s cruelty. Not once, but twice. More importantly, he’d started her on a journey of sexual self-discovery as a submissive and she wanted to continue that—in the bedroom and out, with or without him. Preferably with.

Angelina realized she needed to tell him these things, not just keep them inside. She reached out and ran her finger along his collarbone and down to the vee in his scrubs to touch his chest hair.

“You did rescue me, Marc. And I, too, have been haunted by that night, but my dreams were filled with an angel-man-wolf dream lover I thought I’d imagined. You reminded me so much of him so many times, but I didn’t think he existed. Yet, here you are.”

“When you left the club that night, I thought I’d never see you again.”

Marc leaned forward and pulled her face toward his, teasing her lips with tiny nibbles until she opened her mouth, allowing his tongue entrance to thrust in and out in simulated lovemaking. When she sucked him deeper inside, his hand brushed across her nipple, then pinched the tip until she squirmed in his lap. Her clit throbbed, needing him to touch her there again.

She pulled away, gasping for air. “I need you to make love to me, Marc. Now.”

“Not yet.”

She groaned. “Marc, please.”

He chuckled. “First, I want your hot mouth on me, Nurse Angelina. Give ol’ Doc a blow job.”

She grinned at his crude language. Well, he’d turned her down so many times she’d wanted to please him, she didn’t think he’d ever let her get this close, so she wasn’t going to wait around for him to change his mind. Scooting off his lap, she knelt between his knees and lifted his scrubs, then pulled the drawstring on his pants to free his penis.

Mio Dio
. So long and thick. How would she ever get him inside her? Well, that was something to worry about later. Staring at him, she felt some performance anxiety for the first time in her life. She wanted to please him so much.

Angelina placed her hand at the base of his penis and he hissed, throwing his head back. She smiled. He hadn’t come with her before. More than likely anything she did would get him off. She brought her fingers up to play with his balls, gently pulling the hairs and skimming her fingernails over him.

She lowered her mouth to him and ran the tip of her tongue around the head of his penis, tasting the salty pre-cum.

“Ah,
Gesu, Amore
, you’re killing me.”

Empowered, she wrapped her lips around him, sucking him into her mouth, pulling her head away at the same time. He scooted further down in the loveseat, closer to her. She pressed her mouth down his shaft and pulled back. With each thrust, she pressed him a little further into her mouth, until he’d gone as far as the back of her tongue. Oh, God, she still only had half of him inside her.

He placed his hands on her head and held her there as he pumped his penis into her mouth. With each stroke, he went deeper until he hit the back of her throat and she gagged. He didn’t stop and each time he hit her throat, she gagged a little less. His hands controlling her head made her want to try and take him deeper. She tried to relax her throat. He continued to pump into her face and she placed her fist around the base of his penis and fisted him. When she felt him start to pulsate around her hand, she pulled her face away.

“I’m sorry. God, your mouth is so hot. I didn’t want to stop you, but I want to come inside your pussy. Put a condom on me.” He pointed behind her and she turned to find a bowl of condoms on the table. Picking up one, she grinned seductively as she slowly tore open the foil package with her teeth.

“Pet, if you don’t get that damned thing on me now…”

She laughed and took the condom out and placed it around the head of his penis, then slowly rolled it down his bobbing shaft.

“Straddle me. Now.”

Angelina pulled the short skirt of the nurse’s uniform up and placed a knee beside each of his hips. He took her bare butt in one hand and his penis in the other and rubbed himself along her cleft.

“So fucking wet for me, pet.”

She leaned forward and pressed her mouth against his, nibbling and biting at his full lower lip. When his penis found her entrance, he pushed himself against her. Would he just ram himself inside? She held her breath.

“Relax. I haven’t lost all control. Yet.” He placed both hands on her butt and held her in place as he thrust his hips up and down a little more each time, stretching her opening, lubricating his penis by entering, pulling out, entering and going a little deeper, then withdrawing, and repeated the motions over and over as he worked himself inside her.

“So tight. So perfect.”

His words warmed her and she lowered herself further onto his penis. “Oh, Marc. I mean, Sir. Oh, God.”

“At this moment, I’ll answer to any of the above.”

His hands left her butt and went to her breasts. He kneaded and pinched them into a frenzy. She threw her head back with abandon.

He continued to ease his length into her. How much more? She reached between their bodies and felt he still had several more inches not yet inside.

“Touch yourself, pet. Play with your clit.”

In front of him? She shook her head.

“It wasn’t a suggestion. Touch yourself the way you do when you’re alone.”

Her face flamed. He wasn’t supposed to know she did that.

He pulled out of her and she was afraid she’d displeased him, then he took the head of his wet penis and slid it along her cleft until her clit was well lubricated. He slid his penis back down until he was at the opening of her pussy again and pressed halfway in with one thrust.

“Oh, God.” Her insides melted.

“Touch yourself. Now, pet. Don’t make me punish you.”

With reluctance, she let her finger slide to her now very wet clit. She closed her eyes and looked away, embarrassed.

“Look at me.”

She groaned, then opened her eyes.

“Pleasure yourself for me, pet.”

She felt her pussy clench around his penis as he drove deeper inside. When his penis hit her G-spot, she felt her control giving way. Slow it down. He didn’t give her permission to come. She stroked harder, taking him deeper and deeper. Using her free hand on his shoulder and her knees on the seat to steady herself, she pumped up and down on her knees.

“Yes,
bella
. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

Emboldened and close to coming, she flicked her finger over her erect clit. “Sir. Please, may I come.”

“Come, pet. Suck me dry.”

She took herself over the crest. “Oh, God! I’m coming! Harder, Sir. Fuck me harder. All the way in.”

“I thought you’d never asked.” He grasped her hips and lifted her up, then slammed her down on his penis to the hilt.

“Oh, my God! Oh, Marc! Don’t stop! Oh, yesss!” No longer needing her finger to come, she put both hands on his shoulders and they slammed against each other. The pressure built, each impact sending a frisson of electricity to her clit, her pussy muscles tightening.

“
Gesu
. I’m coming, pet. “Ahhhhgggggg!” Marc shouted his release at the same time she bucked and jerked against him in their simultaneous orgasm.

All coherent thought escaped her. She screamed as he plowed into her, then glanced down at him and saw his eyes closed, a look of ecstasy on his face. She’d made him feel that. The power left her weak, which didn’t make sense at all.

When his penis and her vagina stopped pulsating, unable to hold herself upright any longer, she collapsed onto his shoulder, gasping for air.

Marc stroked her back. “Incredible.”

“Yes, it was.”

She smiled, then sat up, his penis still inside her, and began buttoning the rest of her nurse’s uniform with fumbling fingers.

“I had a whole scene planned for the medical room tonight, but I knew I would never make it across the hall. I’ve been hard for you since Friday night at the bar. That scene will have to wait for another time, though.”

“Well, I did offer to do something about that on Saturday. And Sunday. And Monday.”

“I know,
bella
. Sometimes I’m a damned fool.” He looked up at her and stroked her hair. She thought he was going to say something else, but he just grinned and said, “Now I’m just going to have to make up for lost time.”

This couldn’t be good. Okay, yes, it could, but she’d already had two orgasms tonight. She was more than satisfied.

“You didn’t happen to wear the butt plugs like I asked you the other night.”

She shook her head. She hadn’t wanted any reminders about what she’d lost with Marc. To have him back now seemed too good to be true.

“Well, maybe we can do a little demonstration of Doc’s techniques some other time in there.”

“You mean let people watch?” She felt her body tense.

“Judging by the way your pussy just tried to strangle my cock, I’d say that’s a definite possibility.” Marc smiled. “How do you feel about that?”

She’d never thought about it, but wondered what kind of demonstration he had in mind.

“I can see from your eyes the thought interests you. I love your curiosity.”

She couldn’t believe the things she’d tried in less than a week. “I can’t believe how different tonight’s experience was from my first one in here.”

“It’s all in who you let Dom or Top you, pet. Trust. Negotiation. Consent. Safety.”

Angelina smiled and she almost didn’t say it, but decided to be brave for a change. “I want you to be my Dom. Not just for this week.”

His eyes warmed to her. “I’d be honored. Thank you for trusting me.” Then he grew serious. “Why don’t you move to Denver? You can live with me. My house is enormous and you can have as much privacy and independence as you like. But I need you in my life,
Amore
. You complete me.”

Angelina froze and pushed away from him. Whoa! Moving in? This was happening too fast. “Marc, I appreciate how gentle and patient you’ve been with me as you explained this lifestyle to me and I want very much to be your submissive. No man has ever excited me the way you do.”

“Angelina, for the first time in my life, I want more than a Dom/sub relationship.”

She placed her finger on his lips to stop his words before he said something they’d both regret. “I can’t be anything more right now. Please don’t ask.”

She saw the hurt in his eyes and ached that she’d put it there. But Marc was an adventurer; he loved the wilderness. She was afraid of everything about that part of his world. Eventually, he’d grow tired of her not wanting to share all of his world. Sex and lust could only last so long. While having a Dom/sub relationship would be enough for her right now, eventually, he’d expect more. She couldn’t tie him down to her like that.

“You need someone who can share your love of the wilderness. That’s a huge part of who you are and I wouldn’t be able to be with you. I’m terrified of those mountains. They took Papa from me.” She felt him tense. “He was SAR. There was an avalanche.” Marc showed sympathy, but didn’t seem at all surprised, which seemed odd to her.

“I’m so sorry,
cara
. To suffer a great loss like that, it’s understandable to want to find a reason why. To blame someone—or something.” He reached up and brushed the hair back from her face as he searched for words to say. “The wilderness can be unforgiving. She demands respect. But she can also embrace you and make you feel you’ve come home, as she does me. I could show you that world, too, just as I introduced you to this one.” He waved his hand to take in the cross and spanking bench.

Tears pricked her eyes. “You see what I mean? You’re at home out there, but I’d feel like a prisoner.” Yet she wanted more with Marc, too. She touched his cheek, hoping he’d know how much she cared for him, but restraints were working against her now.

Maybe it was time to free herself. “Marc, you did rescue me in time last month. But now I have to rescue myself before I can be the woman you deserve.”