Touching Angel's Desires (16 page)

Angel didn’t answer, twisting on her foot and heading to the hall. She
barged through the crowds, heading for the bar. She ordered a double vodka and
orange. “Not too much orange,” she snapped. She downed it in one, shuddering at
the strong taste before slamming the glass down again. “Another!” The bartender
prepared a second drink without batting an eye. This one went the same way as
the first. She put the glass down a little more gently this time. He raised an
eyebrow at her, clearly asking if she wanted a third. Angel shook her head a
tiny bit, closing her eyes, feeling the alcohol’s numbing fingers extending
throughout her body.

She tried to look at the positives. The woman was spending money
here. And at least Dan was doing his job, otherwise she would not have rebooked
him. Her tutors were just as bound by the ‘no emotional connection’ contract as
the clients were, so if anything were to spark between them, she would have no
hesitation in firing his ass. He’d have to go back to living on his crappy
income as an IT geek. Surely he would value his cushy job here more than some divorced
woman years older than him.

Angel stared into space, only vaguely hearing the sounds around her,
music booming, people giggling and talking dirty to one another. She sat at the
bar holding her head in her hands, staring at the empty glass still on the bar,
wanting to have another, but remembering her mother. Alcohol never solved
anything. Dan would be hers. He
was
hers. Stacie was just work. Pretty work, but work none-the-less.

She turned around watching two girls fondle one another, running their
hands all over one another’s bodies. One pulled down the other’s flimsy top,
exposing her breasts. She began to fondle them as she kissed her. The other
pulled down the first girl’s top also, their naked breasts pressed against each
other’s as they kissed hungrily. Angel stared. One dropped to the floor,
kneeling between the other’s thighs. Angel watched as she raised her short sexy
skirt, revealing her naked pussy. The girl standing put her foot up on a chair
and the kneeling girl began to lick her folds of flesh. Angel found herself
becoming turned on. Watching the girls was exciting, but she felt the need for
a cock. Maybe she should get involved in a gangbang. She looked at the two
women, as the one standing threw her head back, moaning with pleasure.

“Hi,” she heard a male voice say, a very familiar male voice. Her
head twisted. Dan stood calmly next to her, ordering a drink from the bar.

“Why aren’t you with Stacie?”

“She’s resting,” he replied, nodding at the barman who passed his
drink. “Are you not going to join in?” he asked, sipping his drink and gazing
at the women Angel had been watching with great interest.

“Have you had sex with her yet?” she asked, ignoring his question.
She turned round, facing the bar and stared at the sticky surface.

“Why, does it really matter?”

“Just interested.”

“Really?” he asked, taking another sip of his drink.

“I want an answer, Dan.”

“Why, what does it matter?” he asked again.

Angel felt frustration and annoyance well up. She didn’t bother to
hide them. She needed to know if he had inserted his dick in her. “I need to
know.”

“Why, will it make you jealous that she is having my cock and you
aren’t?”

Annoyance instantly built into a hot black rage that he had so
quickly divined her problem. She quelled her first impulse to grab his glass
off him and smash it across his smug face. “Don’t start,” she told him instead,
staring him down with all the authority of her position as his employer.

“I’m not. You started this,” he reminded her, meeting her gaze
calmly.

“Dan, don’t play this pathetic game. I am asking you a question and
expect an answer.”

“Fine, yes she has had my cock deep inside her vagina. She loved it,
and came all over the place. Is that what you needed to hear?” His calm
expression had slipped somewhat and a glimmer of…something…shone from his eyes.

Quite unexpectedly, Angel felt her rage supplanted by something she
could only describe as grief. A sudden vision flooded her mind of Stacie lying
on the bed, Dan lying over her, making love to her, her moans as they came
together. She was shocked to find a tear begin to well up. She dashed it away,
under the pretext of scratching her nose. Dan couldn’t see her like this.
Reminding herself once more that Dan was just doing his job, that they were
both under contractual obligation, she turned back to him, pasting a cool
expression on her face. “Good, I hope you fucked her good and hard.”

“I certainly did.”

“How long have you got?”

“For what?”

He knew far too well what she wanted, but he did love to play hard
to get. That was one of things Angel found irresistible about him, that he
wasn’t a pushover.

“Follow me,” she demanded.

She stood up and moved away from the bar stool, walking through the
hall and into the reception. Angel didn’t bother turning around to check he was
following her, she knew he would be.

She headed for the strip room. The lap dancers were still swaying
and dancing to the music. The customers that had been there before had gone,
and more had taken their place.

Angel found a table in the corner of the room where she could see
the stage and took a seat, pulling up her skirt. Dan sat in a chair alongside
her, his eyes resting on one of the strippers.

“No. I want you on your knees,” she commanded.

When he didn’t instantly comply, she turned her head to look at him.
He was looking at her oddly. His resistance excited her, made her want to
compel him to do her bidding. Angel stared him down, waiting for him to make
his move and drop down between her legs. His next comment took her breath away.

“What happens if I don’t want to?”

Don’t want to?
“Trust me, Dan, you want to!” Was she really going to have to
threaten him? He’d never been defiant before. Her heart bounded in the chest.
She was suddenly unsure, for the first time.

Dan scowled back at her. Angel kept her gaze level, cowing him with
every ounce of her position over him. Would he really do it? Would he risk
losing his position here? Because if he refused her now, that was it for him.
He was finished! She wasn’t about to compete for his time with Little Miss
Boring, who’d probably had more sex in the last day or so than she’d ever had.
A ten-minute break wasn’t going to kill her.

Dan suddenly stood up. She could feel the weight of his stare
looking down on her. Her heart ached. Was he getting up to go, or getting up to
comply? She tried to remain calm, to not let her inner worries show. Relief
swept through her like a tidal wave when she saw him drop down to his knees on
the floor before her. She smiled.

Leaning back in the chair, she widened her thighs and closed her
eyes, waiting for the arrival of his oh so very talented fingers and tongue. She
held her breath, her pussy twitching and quivering, anticipating the initial
touch. What was taking so long? She opened her lashes just enough to see
through. He was just kneeling there, looking at her pussy on show for him.

Then she watched his shoulders rise and fall, as if he’d heaved a
very quiet sigh. His face was expressionless as he placed his hands on her
inner thighs. She drew in her breath at his touch, her body attuned to him. He
pressed his lips lightly on her skin, dropping small kisses up her inner thigh.
She erupted in goose bumps and a delicious shiver shuddered her body. She held
her breath as his lips continued to press softly on her inner thigh, moving toward
her pussy. His breath was hot against her naked flesh. Angel heard a moan
escape from between her lips as he approached.

He took hold of her panties, pulling the fabric to the side. She
felt cooler air on her pussy, then warm breath as he leaned in to press his
lips against her outer labia. Angel’s pussy tightened and squeezed of its own
volition as his gentle touch maddened her. She pushed herself onto him as his
fingers opened her labia to allow his tongue access to her slick folds. Angel
groaned. She opened her eyes, seeing his face losing itself in her pussy. Dan moved
his mouth up to enclose her clitoris in his mouth. He sucked hard and Angel
cried out. She buried her fingers in his hair, holding his head in place.

He flicked his tongue over her sensitive flesh, sucking her excited folds,
which quivered, craving attention from his agile tongue. She tipped her head
back, grabbing the back of his head, forcing him harder on her pussy. Angel could
not stop herself from moaning, feeling her body taken over by his touch. Her
body shook with desire, longing for all he could give to her.

Angel moved one hand to her pussy, widening her sex lips further for
him. She flicked her fingers over her clitoris, rubbing her fingers rapidly over
the bud while Dan finger-fucked her hard. Dan slid his fingers in and out her
vagina thrusting them hard and fast. She felt his mouth near her fingers, his
tongue licking wherever it could. Angel pulled her hand away allowing him to take
over. He licked and sucked her clit until she screamed to heaven, his fingers
continuing to penetrate her.

She leaned her arms across the backs of the chairs next to her,
closing her eyes and allowing the delicious feelings to consume her. Her whole
body was lusting for him, wanting the explosion, needing him more than ever.
She wanted him to own her, enjoy her body fully.

The pure pleasure of his tongue teasing her clitoris and his fingers
plunging deep in her vagina controlled her. Angel grabbed her breasts squeezing
them both together. Then her hands went back down to his head, forcing his face
harder on her mound, wanting to remind him who’s the boss, although she yearned
for him to do all the managing. How did he hold this power over her? Angel
didn’t understand why he made her feel this way. Since he had arrived on the
scene, she had slept with plenty of other men, but not one had she enjoyed the
way she enjoyed him. She was torn between loving the feeling of completion when
she was him, and loathing herself for feeling so dependent. What happened to
sex just being for fun? When did it start to hurt?

Angel opened her eyes, watching his tongue flick over her clitoris,
feeling it responding. Dan circled his tongue around her clit, flicking it on
the exact spot—her body became overwhelmed with pleasure, her nerve endings screaming.
Her mind went crazy, her body lost control, jolting and jerking in the chair, she
could hear her own voice crying out her pleasure over the music.

As the spasms died away, she looked down at him still kneeling
before her, wiping his mouth of her juices. She wasn't satisfied. She wanted
his cock. Angel sat up as Dan stood, reaching out to unfasten his jeans. She rummaged
around for his cock, surprised and disappointed that it wasn’t erect.
Nevertheless, she gamely pulled his dick out and took it inside her mouth,
sucking on the soft tissue, flicking her tongue over the warm skin. It was an
interesting sensation. Angel had never sucked on a soft penis before. It was
very different to playing with the velvety firmness of a hard cock. She was
worried about hurting him as she manipulated the limp flesh with her tongue.

Angel pulled his flaccid penis out of her mouth. She lifted it up,
licking up and down the length, adding flicks of her tongue over the tip, but he
still did not respond. She put his penis back in her mouth, sucking hard,
trying to get a rhythm, but still nothing. She stopped, horrified, sitting back
in the chair, feeling as if her heart had been punched. Angel found the courage
to look up at him while he stared down to her.

“Why are you not hardening?” she asked, mortified. This never
happened to her.

Dan shrugged. “He obviously isn’t in the mood.”

“Well that isn’t good enough, I need him.”

“I’m sorry, if he doesn’t want to play then he won’t.”

“I need your dick, Dan.”

“Well, it doesn’t look like you’re going to get it.”

“Fuck you,” she said, standing up, and stormed out of the room.

Gutted, she headed to the bar, intending to get a stiff drink. She
didn’t understand. Why could he not perform for her? Instantly, she thought
about Stacie. “Bitch,” she cried out, punching her fist down on the bar. The
bar manager stared at her, then came over.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, concern in his voice.

“Just mind your own fucking business,” she told him, then stood up
and fled to her office. The only thing in the world she wanted was for Dan to
give her some little attention. But all his attention right now was on that
bitch Stacie. Maybe there was something she could do something about her, make
her leave the place. Her money wouldn’t be missed that much. Some things are
worth more than money.

She headed to her bedroom, turning on some music and flinging herself
down on the bed. She considered her reactions to Dan. She had never felt so,
well, so obsessed with anyone before. Her last boyfriend was married and had an
affair with her. She didn’t love him and she knew it was just sex for both of
them. It was easier that he was married. It was just no-strings fun. She could
still play around and enjoy Desires, without some man getting obsessive and
protective. The fact he was married and went home to his wife made it so much
easier for her, no commitment.