Their Tale

All of you

"The first night Angel had me as a submissive, I knew what I was getting into. I gave him my body, heart, trust and my voice and I don't regret it, I just wonder about it sometimes."

Walking through the evaluator, I shiver as the puddle worth of rainwater falls from my body. The soft sound of the piano serenades the dimly lit penthouse, I welcome it because I know who created it. With soft steps, my heels knock on the wooden floor until I come into view of him. Angel.

His attention is ripped from the piano when he looks up, and in seconds a once calm and tempered dementor is shifted. With my arms folded around my chest, I know he takes in the image of the rose gold knee-length dress. Coming from an art show, I thought I would beat the rain but it had other thoughts.

For seconds, he says nothing, simply taking me in visually. He stands from the stool, teeth clenched as he takes slow strides toward me with his shirt moving with his steps until he is standing before me. Even with the heels, his height towered over mine, "I told you to go home after the show." I knew I should have listened, but seeing him overpowered the request he made of me. His eyes looked down at me, yet I never met his gaze.

Shivers, not just from the rain running through my body, I focused on his chest, knowing he did tell me to go straight home, but still, I stood here, "I wanted to see you." The feeling of his finger brushing across my neck follows until he lifts my chin to meet his eyes "Celeste I can't have you like this."

I unfold my hands from my chest, my hand trailing over his stubble. He almost flinches at my touch but lets me continue, moving into my hand, his eyes closed in an attempt to hold himself back. I didn't want him to. I wanted what other women got to feel when he took them, I wanted who he hid away from me, "Just tell me the truth for once, tell me why you won't have me like you want."

Angel lets his finger draw moving patterns along my jaw, slowly tracing around my neck, the thought of my cold soaking dress an afterthought. He doesn't let one second of my shaken expression go to waste when he envelopes my neck between his fingers. My body burns with arousal from his actions, with my breath roughly moving past the pressure he was applying, "If I hold you, taste you, fuck you, hurt you like I crave. I will never stop wanting more."

His other hand brings my waist closer to his, I feel his hard rubbing against me through his black slacks, "You will scream, beg, plea and I will want it all for me. Having you means you're mine. All of you." The feeling of his words growling along my lips as he brushed them with his own made me clench my thighs from the arousal of his promises. Ones that I wanted him to keep.

"Do it, use me, make me scream, make me yours. Please, Angel." There is an unspoken moment in the air as he looks down at me with an overpowering glare. I could feel him bringing me closer, his nose and stubble brushing across my cheek, it was like he was taking in what could be his next actions if he moved just inches closer to me.

Then like a crash, I feel his lips on mine. His grip on my throat goes to my hair, and he pulls me into him, my lips owned by his, and I let him. For the first time in years, it felt right between us. This place of absolute possession and submission found its release between us.

Needing more, I tangled my fingers in his hair while the feeling of his hand gripped the tight material of the soaked dress on my body. To rise to his height, he feels my effort and quickly brings me into his arms. Lifting me by my waist. I wrapped my legs around his hips as he trailed stinging kisses along the base of my neck when he stopped us in the living room.

He sets me down on the ground with little restraint, and I feel him hold the back of my dress before pulling against the gentle material. It was no match for his lust, so quickly the buttons and material popped and tore before being roughly pulled off my body. Angel takes in the image of me, braless in a thin pair of lace underwear.

Pulling the belt off of his pants, he brings my hands to the buttons, "Take them off." He commands me.

The simple request felt reliving to me as I undone and helped remove the pants and briefs when I saw the large hard hidden in them. Giving me no moment to think Angel brings us down to the couch, his teeth nipping at my skin.

Being with him, just feeling him touching my body felt orgasmic and when he took my hands from the side of my body and brought them to the back of me, I clam myself to his actions. In this moment, he is in himself as he carefully looped the belt around my wrists.

When they are looped, he pulls at the leather piece and the tightening of the material in his hand had me moving closer to him when he stops me with a question, "A safe word. I need to know when you truly want me to stop."

The strain in his tone made me understand that he was being honest. Silently, I thought about what made me feel safe, when I ever truly felt like I was in a space that made the world feel like heaven, "Sunset." Uttering my word, he brings his free hand to my waist and whispers, "Don't forget that word."

All I can do is nod, and with nothing left to say, Angel rises me from his lap and with no pace, the moment I am in line with him sinks into me, "Angel, oh god, I can't." I cry, feeling him slowly yet deeply thrust into me, "You will." He decides for me before crashing his lips on mine, each thrust being met with the binding of my hands pulling me down.

Deeper and deeper, he let go of the hesitation, soft nature and affection and gave me the carnal lust that we both needed to feel. He looked beautiful as he closed his eyes each time. I clenched around his hard fucking me harder and deeper with each moan and a whisper of his name I could make out.

He made me scream, through the pleasure of each thrust that was in me, and in pain of my arms bound to his will in his leather belt. I was his, and I would give more as long as he asked me to.

I could feel the rise of my orgasm build in me every time he ruthlessly hit my g-spot, "I'm going to cum." I cry out, my body shaking in pleasure made stronger by the feeling of his bites trailing along my neck, "No, you won't." A non-negotiable statement to my pleasure made when he brings his hand to my throat, his thrusts going sloppy.

Bringing me closer to him, I catch it, the dark part of him he always tried to hide. The part of him I wanted to please as much as I pleased me in accepting it.

He brings me closer to him, his entire length in me, when he brings his lips to my ear, "Those words, your words, mine, all mine." My body wraps around his tighter

"Angel... please." My scream roughed voice pleas.

His lips brushing against mine, heavy breaths he whispers his final word before he fills me with his pleasure, "No." A tear runs down my cheek taking in his cum but never being allowed to give into my pleasure. My body crashed over his as the belt went loose, his focus never broke from mine, my tear brushed away by this thumb in this feeling of unconditional love, "I told you to go home after the show mi Esmerelda."

"His control, it fuels me. I am his submissive, I just don't know if I can be my own dominant. Give myself control." Celeste's hands fiddle around in this change of thought and conversation.