Chapter 2

It's easier to beg forgiveness, than ask permission

I couldn't stop thinking about those sweet blue-green eyes. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, crap I needed help. I was a grown woman, the thought of watching some sweet innocent thing underneath me come completely undone should not make me so fucking hot. I had the night off, maybe I needed to go find a good distraction.

"I need to find her, and explain that it is my job to protect her." Samandriel gave his brothers an impatient look. "I should not need to be trying on clothes to impress her. I am sure once I explain I am an angel of the lord sent to her she will understand."

Balthazar threw up his hands and sighed. "Samandriel, you know nothing about women, nothing. Gabriel and I are doing you a favor by ensuring she will be … more than receptive to your requests." He began fussing over Samandriel clothes again.

"And none of that Angel of the Lord crap while she is around," Gabriel added. "Most humans have a hard time accepting that we even really exist."

"Fine," Samandriel said compliantly. "But I am still confused why I must wear a dog collar?"

I walked into the club, the low vibrating music humming through me. I fingered the red bracelet, and headed to the bar. I hadn't been in this club before, and I liked the color code they had set up. It would make finding this evening's entertainment so much easier. Red for Doms, Blue for Subs, and Purple for people up for anything. I ordered a scotch, straight up, and surveyed the room. I almost choked on my drink when I saw a familiar face beckoning me over. Gabriel, the amber-eyed hottie, his older friend, and oh yes, my sweet little choir boy nestled between them.

I slid in next to Gabriel, and made an obvious point of checking their bracelets. Gabe and his older friend were wearing purple, and I almost licked my lips when I saw my choir boy wearing blue. Gabriel through his arm around my shoulder, and reached over and fingered choir boys blue bracelet. My eyes went up, and sweet lord, he was wearing a collar.

The older one spoke. "I don't believe we were properly introduced yesterday," his accented voice sent small thrills through me. "The name is Balthazar, the man-slut with his arm around you is Gabriel, and the reason why you came to our table in the first place" he inclined his head towards choir boy "Samandriel."

Samandriel couldn't take his eyes off her. The little black dress, her hair swept up with a few blonde curls framing her face, her cherry red lips. She smiled at him, just at him. "Bekkah, and it is such a pleasure to see you again, Samandriel." He felt his vessel began to get warm again.

She turned to Gabriel. "So, is he yours for the evening, or would you mind me stealing him away?" Gabriel waggled his eyebrows at her. "I suppose I could let him… slip the leash… for the night." She finished her drink, and slid out of the booth. Gabriel got out, and ushered Samandriel out also. She held out her hand to him. He clasped it, noting how soft her skin was. "Don't worry gentlemen, I'll take good care of him." With that she led him out of the club.

As she drove, Samandriel tried to make sure he remembered everything Gabriel and Balthazar had told him. Let her take the lead, do whatever she asks, call them if anything gets too much to handle. He watched her face, a soft smile on her lips. He could sense her anticipation, how happy she was he was beside her. He realized that he would gladly spend the rest of her life by her side, just to see her happy, smiling. He wanted to hear her say good boy, to hear her praise him.

I stopped the car, and lead the way to my apartment. In the elevator, I turned and touched his face, sensing how nervous he was. I placed a soft kiss on his lips, stroked his hair. "Are you going to be a good boy for me tonight, Samandriel?" Eyes wide, he nodded. We exited the elevator and I led him into my apartment. I pulled him down on the couch with me, my finger lightly stroking his flushed cheek.

"Samandriel, my good boy," I whispered, leaning in to brush my lips against his throat, my hand making its way through his hair. He whimpered, trembling into my touch. I pulled away slightly, and took a serious tone. "Before I take you any further, I need to make something clear. If I ask you to do something and you aren't comfortable with it, or if you want me to stop, you need to promise to tell me. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes."

"Is that a promise?"

"Yes," he grabbed my hand, "Yes Bekkah, I promise I will tell you."

"Good Boy."

I stood, and led him into the bedroom. We stood next to the bed, and I felt a rush of excitement building. He was going to look so beautiful once I took him apart. "Samandriel, I am going to give you the orders, and you are going to follow them, if you don't, then I am going to have to punish you. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Samandriel watched her blue eyes, he could see the desire in them, the desire for only him. Anything, he thought, anything to please her.

"I want you to take off all your clothes, slowly, the only thing I want to see on your body is that collar."

Samandriel nodded eagerly, and took off his clothes, observing her eyes to make sure he was going slowly enough for her. He finished, and stood naked, watching her as she licked her lips and her eyes roamed his slender frame. He felt his body flush with pleasure as she called him her good boy again. He was aware that he was fully erect, and this seemed to please her greatly. He shuddered with pleasure as her fingers slid across his shaft.

"On the bed, lay on your back, hands at your sides."

He moved onto the bed, stretching out and placing his hands as she had asked. He watched her as she slid the black dress off, then her bra. Wearing only black silk panties. He found himself wishing she had taken them off, he was curious to see what she looked like without them.

I slid onto the bed, and straddled his thighs. "Beautiful," I whispered, my hands sliding across his chest. He flushed a deep red, whimpering, his cock twitching. I placed my finger onto his erection. "I do not want you to come until I tell you to, and you will not move your hands or touch yourself, do you understand?"

"Yes," his voice husky "I will not touch anything, I will not spill my seed, until you have commanded me to do so."

"Good Boy"

Samandriel flushed under praise. Her hands stroked his chest, his face, and she leaned in to place her lips onto his. He had seen humans kiss, but again was a bit unsure. He copied her movements, parting his lips and sliding his tongue into her mouth, his body felt like it was on fire as they kissed. Her mouth moved to his neck, sucking and licking, and further, her tongue circling his nipple. He gasped as her teeth grazed his ribs, and her tongue delved into his navel. She kissed and nibbled his hips.

I looked up into his lust blown eyes, feeling a wicked heat between my legs. I forced myself to calm down.

"Spread your legs for me." He parted his thighs, and I sat between them. I placed a hand on either thigh, drawing them up and out, until I had a perfect view of his puckered hole. He smelled so fresh and clean, virginal. Again I quieted the part of me that just wanted to feel him inside me. "Samandriel?"

He looked at her, her perfect form sitting beautifully between his legs. "Yes?"

"Remember your promise to me?"

"Yes, I will tell you if I require you to stop."

"Good boy"

I reached up and grabbed a pillow, sliding it under his hips. "Comfortable?" "Yes." I kissed and licked the inside of his thigh, and worked my mouth down his ass, and towards the puckered entrance. "I am going to use my tongue on you now, Samandriel. Be a good boy and do not spill your seed, or I will punish you." He gasped in response.

I circled his entrance with my tongue, his body shuddering and twitching at the feel of it. I licked back and forth, getting him good and wet, I was almost trembling now, the sudden rush of power, I was his first, I got to taste his beautiful body before anyone else. I pressed the tip of my tongue against the tight ring of muscle, and he cried out in pleasure. I pressed further, tasting him, listening to him mewling and moaning my name. Grabbing his hips I drove my tongue in fully sucking and darting it in and out feeling him trying not to buck his hips.

I pulled away gently, looking up at him, his eyes begging for release, his cock swollen and constantly dripping pre-come. "Soon, Samandriel, soon I will let you come. Just a little longer, can you be a good boy and wait to come for me?

"Yes," he gasped "Bekkah"

I reached behind me for the lube and toy, keeping it out of his sight for the moment.

"Samandriel, I am going to put my fingers inside you, are you ready for me?"

"Yes"

I coated my fingers with lube, and gently pressed my index finger against the muscle. I watched his face, his head rolled back and he was panting, his hands fisting the sheets. I slid my finger inside him. His mouth opened, eyes squeezed shut, and I knew how hard he was trying to not come. "Good boy, Samandriel, so perfect for me. So obedient." He whimpered eagerly.

I worked my second finger into him, scissoring. I had chosen one of the smaller toys, we'd have time for the bigger ones later. I lubed the toy, leaving it laying between his legs. I gently removed my fingers after making sure he was good and stretched. "Don't move, and don't come." I stood up, and removed my panties.

He marveled at her nakedness, his erection beyond painful, she was beauty, and she was moving atop him, straddling his hips. He watched as she gently took his erection, and aimed it up towards her.

I pressed down slightly, as I reached behind me and grabbed the toy. I was glad I had practice at this. I pressed just the tip of him inside me, and just the tip of the toy, simultaneously. His hips twitched, eyes widening.

"Are you ready? Ready to come for me?" I whispered. "Yes, please Bekkah, it hurts, I need…"

I dropped myself down onto him while driving the toy into him fully. I kept the toy pressed in firmly while I clenched my pussy muscles around him and bounced up and down, hard and fast.

"Bekkah! So close, please, please…"

"Come for me Samandriel, spill your seed inside me," I gasped as pinpoints of light danced in my vision. He came hard, his hips bucking up, crying out, and I came with him, screaming his name, collapsing forward onto his chest.

We lay there panting and gasping, tangled into each other. I leaned up slowly, kissing him, that sweet mouth opening eagerly for me. I pulled away and stroked his face. "Beautiful, perfect, such a good boy," I whispered "So good for me Samandriel." He whimpered, still shaking. "Be a good boy and wait for me, I will be right back." He nodded, eyes locked onto me.

I hurried to the bathroom, grabbing a warm damp cloth. I gently removed the toy, and wiped us both clean. I pulled him with me under the covers, and cradled his head to my chest, stroking his hair and back.

"Mine," I whispered "Mine, only mine."

"Yours" he replied, awe in his voice "yours, only yours."