Taming His Mistress [Revised]

(21) Good Morning

Shadow's POV:

I jolted awake, something, or should I say someone stirred on top of me. A gasp escaped my lips and my eyes shot open wide. I felt a hand moving down my boxers, slowly wrapping around my shaft. They weren't my hands wrapped around... I looked down at Angeline. Her eyes were closed and I heard a slight snore. Her snores are honestly the cutest. She stroked me, causing me to get rock hard. I froze, but her motions did not cease. She's asleep. Shit. She doesn't know she's doing this! I grabbed her arm and tugged. Her hand tightened around my shaft. A moan escaped my lips. I didn't feel comfortable knowing she was doing this involuntarily. Fuck! What do I do?

"Angeline." I moaned. I nudged her and she jumped awake. She looked down at her hand and up to my flustered face. Her eyes widened when the realization hit her. For the second time since we met, she blushed.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry." She quickly removed her hand and sat up. I let out the breath I was holding.

"I'm used to sleeping alone." She groaned. Her cheeks turned pretty pink in embarrassment. This was new to me. I've never seen her act like this. She is usually good at masking her emotions.

"It's okay Angeline," I said blushed, my entire body engulfed in heat.

"No, it's not. You just told me about your trauma. This is not good for someone with that kind of trauma to wake up to." She bit her lip in embarrassment.

"I told you, I feel safe with you." I blushed.

She bit her lip in thought. Suddenly she straddled me so her rear was facing me. I felt my boxers go down and her hand wrap around my semi-hard shaft once again. I hardened the full length immediately with her touch. A moan left my lips as my head fell back on the pillow.

"Mistress, what are you doing?" I asked breathlessly.

"Please, call me Angeline," She said quietly.

"Okay, Angeline. What... Are... You doing?" I asked between moans. My chest expanded as I gasped for air. I was utterly breathless, and slowly coming undone at her touch.

"I started this. I shall finish this." She said. She leaned down, her ass more exposed to my face. Part of me was very grateful I helped her undress last night. The warmness of her wet, delicious mouth encased my hard shaft. Unintentionally, I cried out, gripping the sheets, and moaned loudly. Who knew something like this could feel so good? Why did I not take up all of the offers I've gotten? Perhaps it's only this good because it's with her. And the sight in front of me was also a blessing. This was one thing Ned never did with me. The one part that is untainted by his toxic touch.

"Fuck." I hissed as she sucked harder. My hand flew up and gripped her ass as she continued to suck me. My fingers dug into her plump ass and she moaned. The vibration sent me over the edge and I came into her mouth. My body jerked as my hips thrust forward, finishing my release into her sweet mouth. She swallowed all I gave and licked me dry. She got off of me and sat down next to me, her eyes filled with lust and pride. My breathing evened as I processed what just happened. She leaned down and kissed me softly. I could taste myself on her, and it was very erotic. The thought of tasting my own seed was something I've pondered but found disgusting. However, I am now finding out wrong I am.

"I'm going to shower. We have lunch with Richard and his family in an hour," She said and disappeared into the bathroom.

I stood shakily and froze. My clothes are in Richard's hotel room. Fuck. Lucky for me, we're at the same hotel. Angeline must favor this hotel. After all, it is quite nice. I slipped on the clothes I wore yesterday and made my way out of the room. There was a breakfast cart sitting near the door. I grabbed a muffin and refrained from stuffing the rest in my pockets. Old habits die hard. Biting into the sweet chocolate chip muffin, I walked down the hall, Richard should just be a floor below us. I walked to the elevator and got on. Soon I was walking down the hall, trying desperately to remember his room number. I chose the one I thought was correct and knocked. Here goes nothing. If anything, I'd piss off some French people.I heard shuffling on the other side. My heart pounded in fear that I got the wrong room. The door opened to reveal the eye rapist I met yesterday, the male one, and he was practically naked. I sighed in relief to see Richard's brother. He had a towel wrapped around his waist. My guess is that he just got out of the shower. My shaft hardened slightly at this spectacular view.