His Angel (8 page)

Chuckling, he touched the quivering toy to her inner thigh and dragged it upward, drawing out the anticipation. "Six little words, and not one of them was a color." She didn't use either safe-word and he knew she wasn't going to because she was enjoying this way too much. Her clit had long since uncovered itself from its hood and the moment he touched the vibrator to the hard little bud, Angie went off like a rocket again, screaming louder than before. She bucked wildly and the finger in her ass almost dislodged. He lifted the vibrator off her clit until she began to float back down before he reapplied the humming toy, sending her right back up again...and again...until she had nothing more to give him. She was half unconscious when he pulled his finger from her tight little hole. He'd never gotten the opportunity to put his second finger in, and his tongue was the only thing to penetrate her sweet pussy. He gazed at her in amazement. She was the most responsive, sensuous woman he'd ever met and he knew when he eventually got his cock inside her she might very well kill him.

Rising from the bed, Ian walked into her bathroom and turned on the light. He soaped and rinsed his hands before retrieving two washcloths from a stack in the wicker tower next to the tub. Soaking them, he added soap to one of them before wringing out the excess water from both. He returned to the bed and with a gentle hand, cleaned her up. When he was done, he reached down and lifted her into his arms so he could work the comforter and sheet down to the bottom of the bed. Once she was back on one side of the bed with the covers pulled up to her waist, he closed the bedroom door to block out the lights which were still on in her living room. Rounding the other side of her bed, he climbed in next to her, still fully dressed. If he took his clothes off, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from taking her. He pulled her close into his embrace and as she drifted off to sleep, he heard her mumble, "Thank you, Sir."

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Eight o'clock the next morning Angie woke up alone and completed rested. She knew Ian hadn't left before four a.m. because that was the last time she'd roused in his arms before cuddling closer and falling back asleep again. Stretching, she looked around and noticed a piece of paper on her nightstand. Unfolding it, she read the words on it and smiled.

Hope you slept well. I'd like to see you today for lunch. Will call around ten. Wear something sexy. I left out the underwear I want you to put on. Ian.

He went through her underwear drawer? While it should have sounded stalker-ish, it didn't. Instead, it turned her on and she scanned the room again, spotting her sheer, white lace bra and thong set he'd left on top of her dresser. It was one of her favorites with its pink trim and tiny bows. The cut of the bra gave the girls a lift up and in, with one bow nestling between them. The other one was at the "y" junction of the thong and would sit right at the top of her ass.

She was excited he wanted to see her again so soon and hopped into the shower with a cheeky grin on her face. While the water warmed up, she removed all the bobby pins which were still in her now ruined up-do. Her body still tingled from all the attention it'd received from Ian's hands, mouth and tongue. Never in her life had she had multiple orgasms and, honestly, she’d thought they were a myth. But he had proven her wrong over and over. It wasn't until halfway through her shower routine when she realized that, although she had cum several times, he hadn't at all. In fact, he'd kept his clothes on the entire night. The thought stunned her. Not one of her ex-lovers had ever gotten her off without doing the same.

A few minutes later, she finished her shower, dried off and wrapped her wet hair in a towel before applying her favorite body lotion. She walked back into her bedroom and retrieved the bra and thong Ian had picked out for her. As she put them on, she could almost feel his hands and fingers on her, caressing her. She wondered which other sets of her undergarments he'd touched and if she would feel the same sensations when she wore them.

Now in her underwear, she went to her closet to find something sexy to wear, as per his instructions. She settled on a tight grey mini-skirt and a snug short-sleeve sweater. The deep V-neck was low enough to be sexy, yet not too revealing to be considered slutty. Before she went out she would finish off the outfit with her knee-high, black leather boots-–he ones with the three-inch heels. For now though, she laid the clothes on her bed. Throwing on her short silk robe, which she always felt sensual in, she headed to the kitchen for a cup of coffee and granola cereal for breakfast.

Five minutes after ten her cell phone rang from across the room. Hoping it was Ian, she hit the save icon on her laptop so she didn't lose what she'd been working on and dove for the phone. "H-hello. Crap!" She fumbled the phone and it fell to the floor. "Wait! Hold on!" Snatching it up again, she looked quick to make sure she hadn't dropped the call and saw it was still connected. "Hello?"

His low chuckle came over the line and it aroused her instantly. "Hi Angel. Everything okay?"

Giggling, she plopped down on the couch. "It is now. Sorry about that, I dropped the phone."

"I figured as much. Did you sleep well?"

Holy cow. How did he make a simple question sound so loaded with sex? "I did. You tuckered me out and I slept later than I usually do."

"Glad I could be of service." He paused, then his voice became deeper, silkier. "What are you wearing right now?"

A delicious shiver went through her body. "What you left out for me and my robe."

"Take your robe off."

Looking around her living room, she realized the vertical blinds on her sliding glass door were drawn open as usual. Not that anyone was in her backyard to see her, but Brody had gotten into the habit of popping over during the day to say hi. "Um, just a second. Let me go into my bedroom."

"No," he growled into the phone. "That's not what I told you to do, Angel. Where are you? And don't say your bedroom."

Really? Was he serious?

"Answer the question, Angel. You don't want me to ask it again because your bottom will pay for it later."

Holy shit!
"Um, I'm in my living room but the blinds are open on my doors and windows. What if Brody comes over to say hi?" He was the only person who knocked on her back door.

Several miles away, Ian knew that wasn't going to happen since his employee was right down the hall in the war-room, remotely finishing some work from Orlando. But he wasn't about to fill Angie in on the fact. He had a feeling she would like the idea of possibly getting caught while being wicked and wild. "That's not my concern. If he does, he's going to get an eyeful and probably jack-off. Now, do as you're told and take off your robe. Let it slide down your incredible body until it pools at your feet. Let me know when know when you’re standing there in your underwear."

His voice was pure velvet, and she let it wrap around her as the silky material slid off her shoulders and dropped to the ground. She was certain he could hear her increased breathing. Her heart was pounding as well, in anticipation of his next command. "Okay, it's off. I’m in my panties and bra."

"Good girl. Now go into your kitchen and open your freezer." Frowning in confusion, Angie did as she as she was told and opened the door.
Oh, no!
He had to be kidding her! Sitting front and center so she couldn't miss them were her florescent green vibrator and bottle of K-Y.

As soon as he heard her gasp, Ian snickered. "Your toy and lube should be nicely chilled by now. Put the phone on speaker and set it down." When she did, he gave her further instructions. "Take out your jolly green giant and put the batteries back in, they're sitting on the counter."

She groaned at his pun. "Really, Ian? The 'jolly green giant' is a name for my peas and carrots, not my vibrator." Her hand shook a little as she grabbed the adult toy and her anxiety went up a few notches as well as her excitement when she felt the freezing plastic. She knew exactly what he was going to make her do with it.

"I'll call it whatever I want, sweetheart, and since we're playing, you should be calling me 'Sir.' Are the batteries in it yet?"

"Yes, Sir."

Back in his office, Ian got up and locked his office door before grabbing a hand towel from room's attached half-bath. He sat again at his desk and released his throbbing erection. The fist-fuck he'd given himself this morning, followed by a cold shower, had done nothing to relieve the aching in his groin. He opened the bottom drawer of his desk and toward the back found a tube of lubricant he hadn't used in a long while. He wished he could have seen her face when she first saw her vibrator in the icebox. Before he’d called her, he told Brody to let her hidden kitchen cameras and audio bugs to go dark for a while. He would love to watch the scene which was about to take place but it would be a breach of trust without her knowledge. At least he would hear her over the phone. "Grab the K-Y and hop up on the kitchen island, Angel. You're going to fuck yourself with that ice cold cock and make me cum in my hand while I listen to you."

Holy shit!
It'd been a long time since she'd indulged in phone sex with a man, but this was already hotter than anything she ever experienced. She moved the phone to the island and set the lube and vibrator beside it. Using her hands and arms, she jumped up and twisted, gasping as the cold granite registered on her bare ass cheeks. "O-okay, I'm on the island. What next?" Her heart was pounding and her pussy was quivering.

"Take off your thong but leave the sexy bra on. Put some lube on your pussy lips and get them all nice and wet."

"I think I'm wet enough." She ripped her thong down her legs and threw them on the floor. "I don't need the K-Y, Sir."

His voice became stricter. "I didn't ask your opinion, Angel. When I tell you to do something, you do it without questioning me unless it jeopardizes your safety or frightens you. Do you understand?"

She grabbed the cold bottle and immediately realized why he wanted her to use it. The chilled liquid on her hot sex was going to be torture. "Yes, Sir."

"Good girl. Now talk to me, nice and dirty, while you finger fuck yourself."

That she could do. She always enjoyed dirty talk during sex. "I have the cold lube on my fingers, a lot of it. I'm spreading my legs wide and my bare pussy is open for you to see. I'm drenched. Have been since I first heard your voice on the phone." Angie gasped as she touched her nether lips, the chilled lube sending shivers and goosebumps throughout her body. "Oh, God! It's s-so cold, but it's heating up fast. I'm spreading it all over. One finger is going into my slit, ooohhhhhh, now two. I'm rubbing my clit with my other hand and fucking myself with my fingers. You're kneeling in front of me, staring at my pussy. Oh, Sir, it feels so good. I'm soaked and I wish you were here to lick my juices up with your tongue. Oh yes, eat me and fuck me with your fingers, Sir....Faster."

"Slow down, Angel." Ian’s groan sounded tortured. "You're killing me here. I’ve got my fist around my cock. It’s so fucking hard and all for you. Get the vibrator, sweetheart. Turn it on and touch it to your nipples through your lacy bra, but keep finger fucking yourself. Whatever you do, don't cum until I tell you to, sweetheart. You won't like the spanking you'll get."

Whimpering at the appealing thought of him smacking her bare ass with his hand, she grabbed the cold, plastic toy and flipped the switch on the end of it. "Okay it's on and...Oh crap! It's so cold and my nipples are so hard. Oh lick them, Sir. Please, suck them into your mouth and heat them up again. Oh fuck, I can feel it going from my tits to my pussy."

"Baby, you're so fucking hot. I wish I was there to see you. I don't think I'd be able to watch you more than a minute though, before I rammed my cock into your hot pussy and fucked you until neither one of us could walk. Put the vibrator on your clit, Angel and keep those fucking fingers moving in and out."

"I'm still pumping them. I'm so tight and wet, and you feel so good. I'm about to...ooohhhhhh! Shit! Oh, it's so fucking cold and its making my clit throb harder. Please Sir, touch my clit again...Aaahhhh! Oh, fuck yeah...Oh please Sir, let me fuck myself with your hard cock. Let me put your shaft deep into my pussy."

"Shit, baby, do it. Put that frozen cock in your hot little pussy and fuck it hard." Back in his office, Ian's own breathing was keeping pace with Angie's panting. He was going to explode the moment he let her cum. How long had it been since he had phone sex with a woman? And had it ever been this good? He doubted it.

Angie shrieked. "Aaahhh, fuuuuccckkk!!! Oh sh-shit, it's still ice cold but my tight hot walls are melting it fast. Oh fuck me, Sir! Hard and fast."

Ian's hand tightened around his cock and sped up. He grunted and groaned as the sounds of her fucking herself for him rushed over the phone. "Yeah baby. Damn, I can feel your hot, wet sex around my dick. It feels so fucking good. Rub your clit. Get there, Angel, get ready to cum."

"I'm ready, Sir, please hurry!"

"Cum now!"

On opposite ends of the phone lines the sounds of ecstasy reached each other's ears as they both exploded, squirting their individual cum together, as wave after wave of intense gratification hit them. Angie screamed her release but Ian didn't want his secretary or anyone else to overhear him masturbating in his office. It was hard to keep his cries of completion to mere growls and murmurs but somehow he succeeded. For the first time since he saw her dressed for her blind date two nights ago, his dick was finally sated and flaccid, and he still hadn't gotten inside her...yet.