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  Pleasure/Pain

  A Naughty Angel Tale

  Alexis Angel

  Naughty Angel Publishing

  Pleasure/Pain

  A Naughty Angel Tale

  By Alexis Angel

  Copyright 2017 by Naughty Angel Publishing

  All rights reserved

  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.

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  Contents

  1. Nick

  2. Nick

  3. Caroline

  4. Nick

  5. Caroline

  A Special Treat From Alexis

  Carrie

  Jeremy

  Carrie

  Jeremy

  Carrie

  1

  Nick

  PRESENT DAY

  "Oh, yeah, you like that?" ask the stripper whose tits are pressed up in my face. My hand reaches out for my highball, shaking the glass with more interest for the condensation around the base then I have for the nipples that were pressed against my mouth just a second ago.

  I point to my cock, and she follows. "Good girl," I say, and I turn my attention back to my best friend and the reason I'm at this club right now. I need to talk to him.

  Still, I'm not quite ready to spill my fucking guts out. Not yet.

  I already know I'm out of sorts because this girl is running her hands down my eight-pack abs and I'm just ignoring her, despite her purring sounds and obvious, real pleasure with what's she's feeling. I know how good I look in this suit, and women who aren't expecting a wad of bills still throw themselves all over me. Normally I don't ignore pussy so readily, but...I'm distracted. First though I'll talk to Jeremy. He's been through more this year than most of us are in a lifetime. He's my best friend, and he needs to talk as much as I need to. Maybe more.

  "Jeremy, I don't know how you handled it all. After Carter…” I clank my whiskey glass against his and sigh, not even bothering to finish that sentence. You will find out soon enough just how Jeremy's long road to being a man with the love of his life…and a new best friend (Carter being the old best friend and when I tell you that ended badly, you just won’t believe it until you read it). Well, his year was totally fraught with all kinds of insanity. Enough to make me use words like 'fraught.' English professor or not, that's not the sort of word that you think when a tanned blonde is rubbing her perfect ass up and down your cock.

  "Yes, we've both had a hell of a go of it," Jeremy laughs. "But you seem to be doing okay?" He nods to the girl who's shaking everything she's got on me, and I realize...I'm just not paying any attention to the woman who should have my cock standing at full attention.

  Part of it is because this sort of vanilla action doesn't do much for me. Strippers are kind of boring if they aren't tied up, getting spanked, and begging you to come. Yeah, did I mention that Jeremy and I met through a much more selective gentlemen's club we use to both belong to? Jeremy's settled down with a woman that shares all his dark desires. And when I say all...well let's just say this story would already be rated R, but Jeremy and Carrie really up the rating on that. There will be blood where those two are involved, but they're happy and content. I'm not the kind of asshole that they cut down, either, so I don't have anything to worry about.

  Yeah, that's a whole other story. We're talking about me today.

  Talking about how my 12 inch cock is hard, sure, but I've got no interest in the girl trying to reach inside my trousers and free it.

  "No thanks," I say, which is just about the craziest thing I've ever said to a woman that was probably about to suck my cock.

  "Fuck, really?" she says, looking up at me and putting her hands on her hips.

  I reach inside my wallet and toss a wad of hundreds at her. "Yeah, fuck off," I tell her. She takes the money and gives me the finger. I suppose that's fair.

  "So you want to tell me her name, because I know that's why you wanted to talk, or should you let your cock ignore a bunch more dancers until you've pissed off the entire club and your balls still have someone else's name written on them?" Jeremy takes a swig of his drink and I narrow my eyes at him.

  "That was quite the mouthful. When did you get so judgmental?" I pull out my phone though because Jeremy's fucking right.

  I'm very fucking hung up on Caroline. She was supposed to be nothing more than a simple fuck, we had a very basic arrangement that I've had with countless other submissives. I control my urges just fine and find suitable play partners.

  So why does this girl have some kind of claim on my cock already?

  "Look at her answers," I say, handing Jeremy my phone after I've handed pulled up Caroline's KinkLife profile. In the past, Jeremy and I have shared more than a few women, so it makes sense that we're aware of each other's proclivities.

  But I know he sees what I see. Two really dirty words that not everyone can appreciate it, but stay with me, okay?

  Pain slut.

  Now that's not exactly the kind of term a girl's mother wants to hear, but I play with very bad girls…and I’m their Daddy, not their mother. These girls I fuck are ones who like getting spanked, whipped, tied up, and fucked. A pain slut enjoys and gets off on someone inflicting pain on them for sexual purposes.

  someone like me.

  So you're starting to see why I'm so caught up in this girl, Caroline.

  Jeremy looks at the profile pictures, giving me looks of course because I know he's married and allergic to looking at another woman's pussy. When he came in, he handed a fat wad of cash to the house mom to make sure no girl touched him. A far cry from what he and I used to do in a place like this, or someplace with a kinkier reputation.

  But this is different. So him looking at these pictures of her bare ass, well these are his eyes looking in a friendship capacity. "That ass...well, it is even better to spank in person. The way she moans," I swallow.

  Her limits are listed, or what limits she does have. They're...well, they were enough to make me agree to meet up with her. In a BDSM relationship, you need a solid understanding of limits between two parties -- limits are what each person is willing to do or not do in a sexual encounter. Seeing that her limits were pretty intense, I thought, okay, we can really have some fun together.

  I messaged her, we met up, and we fucked. It wasn't supposed to...okay, yes, I know I sound like a little bitch right now, but it wasn't supposed to mean something. Now, I can't get images of her out of my mind. I'm thinking about how she breathes when she comes right now and my cock is twitching.

  Why am I thinking about the sound of her heart beating while she was tied up on my St. Andrew's Cross?

  Baby, if my face is pressed between your tits and I'm listening to your heartbeat as you come down from a post-orgasmic high? Well, I'm in too deep.

  There's a such thing as too compatible. That's why I have to talk to Jeremy. He knows the danger in what happens when you meet someone who is completely your match. "I don't know why I can't get her out of my head, Jeremy."

  Jeremy laughs. I mean, I have never heard him laugh this hard in my life and it takes me aback for a second. "You always play it safe with girls, and now you found one that you didn't with, right?"

  "Yeah. But it is more than that," I say quickly and realize like, fuck, what am I even saying?

  Jeremy raises his eyebrows. "When are you seeing her again?"

  I exhale deeply. "I don't know."

  Jeremy looks at me, eyebrows kn
it. "I thought this was 'more' and clearly you're fucking crazy for her. But you don't know when you're seeing her again," he states -- it isn't a question. I mean, the question is hanging in the air.

  "I don't know if I should," I admit.

  Jeremy flags the bartender but I wave her away.

  "Okay, no booze, no pussy, and you're not sure if you want to see her?"

  "I do want to see her--"

  "You don't know if you should," Jeremy interrupts. He laughs again and he's got that knowing smile.

  "I...it was fucking intense." I say that and realize that I've already finished my drink.

  "You need to see her again, or you're just going to lose your mind. That's why you asked me here. To tell you what you already know and to tell you to man the fuck up." Jeremy pats me on the back and I'm thoroughly chastised.

  "Fuck." He's right. Of course he's right.

  Caroline and I met up and she was the most perfect submissive I'd ever had. We were feeding off each other's energy like nothing I'd ever experienced before. I knew I'd never find it again.

  2

  Nick

  ONE NIGHT EARLIER

  "So you haven't had a dominant in some time," I ask Caroline, my voice unwavering as I maintain my calm. I'm on edge because no girl has ever had this effect on me. I've seen plenty of beautiful submissive girls strip naked before me, let me spank them, let me fuck them, and never have I been so excited just to touch a girl. To inhale the scent of her, like cinnamon and oranges. There's a delicate scent to her the makes me feel warm...and there's a perfect curve to her ass and flawless tits that makes my cock throb for her.

  Did I mention that she's still fully clothed and she has this effect on me?

  Her face. Her innocent face hides none of her filthy urges. It is in her eyes. I saw in them something that I knew would be absolutely, perfectly filthy.

  “No, Nick,” Caroline answers, her voice is like silk over my skin. I want to feel her breathe on my skin when she talks, but I resist and l carry on. Protocol is what binds the BDSM community together after all. It is how we deal with all these animal urges and then let them loose in a safe, controlled environment — we play in scenes.

  "When we're in a scene, you will call me Sir. You will not speak unless I've asked you a question; when I have asked you a question, you will answer promptly. Otherwise, you will thank me for everything that I do to you. Do you understand?"

  Caroline nods. "Yes, sir." There's that fire in her eyes. It is almost a challenge. I don't want to break this from her...some people think sexual play with power exchanges is all about one person dominating the other until they break them, mold them into everything that they want them to be. But that's not what I want with Caroline at all. When I see that fire in her eyes, I was to stoke the flames, not put them out. I want them to burn in my direction.

  "Take off your dress," I tell her.

  She obeys, untying the front of her wrap dress. She steps out the material.

  No bra. No panties. Typically, I enjoy lingerie, but the surprise of her complete nudity under the dress is a welcome surprise.

  I let the pleasure show on my face, and I see the small curve of a smile start to pull at her perfect lips.

  We haven't even started and I need to get a fucking hold of myself. What's going on with me?

  “Get on your knees,” I say, and I can barely contain myself, still attempting to keep my voice level before I'm totally undone by the sight of her.

  She complies instantly. Looking up at me with wide, eager to please eyes. She can’t even hide her smile and I feel the excitement and anticipation in the air. Her wet pussy fills the air and makes me want to drop to my own knees and pull her up against my mouth, wear her like a fucking crown and taste every last drop of her soaking wet arousal.

  In time, however. I don't want to rush a perfect thing.

  THAT SAME NIGHT

  CAROLINE

  My face heats intensely and my head feels a little dizzy. I want to cover myself. My legs are spread and I'm bared to him and I'm intensely nervous. I realize that I'm trembling. My fingers are digging into my thighs and shaking to cover myself. But I can't. That's not what Nick told me to do.

  "Breathe for me, baby girl. Stay with me. Don’t go anywhere else in your head.” Nick stands and it is all I can do not to follow him with my eyes. I want to see him. My mind is racing and my cheeks are flushing, I can feel it. I need to know. The urge to control this, organize it, like I do everything else in my life is crushing me. I want to be able to know what comes next and plan for it. I want to do the right thing. I have never felt so vulnerable before. As exhilarating as that is, it is also terrifying. In fact, that makes it more exciting.

  But that's it. Right now my obedience is required, and I've not been told to do anything but to maintain this position. So I will.

  My pussy is so wet that I feel my arousal dripping down my ass from my position on my knees.

  "You're so responsive already, and I can’t wait to taste every inch of that obedience.” I can almost feel his strong voice vibrating through my body. I'm trembling more than ever and trying hard not to move my hands to cover myself, or touch myself. I’ve been a submissive before. I’m well-behaved and obedient but…I become someone else with him. So soon. I just met him, but there’s something in his voice, in the way he acts, that has me completely enamored with him.

  His hands are on my breasts, and she slaps them, makes them sting, pinches my nipples, teases me endlessly. I reply as I should — with gratitude — for every sensation he offers me. Sometimes, it is gentle. Sometimes, it is painful enough to make my eyes water. But that’s all enough because I need every touch that he offers. I moan, sucking in my lower lip, when his hand trials down to my pussy. He spanks me right on the clit, and I cry out before I yelp a thank you.

  Nick’s hand takes mine and he leads me back to another room of his apartment. This one has a familiar face in BDSM, but I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited to see the large wooden ‘X.’ The St. Andrew’s cross…I inhale sharply in excitement when he starts to secure me to it. I know now that the real pain is coming…and that means the real pleasure. I won’t be able to contain myself an obey perfectly with the way he makes me feel. It scares me.

  Not the pain. I love the pain. The pain is comfort. But the last person that I trusted to touch my body, to have any chance at my heart? They crushed me. I don’t want to let anyone in. Or I didn’t. But from the moment I met Nick, this has been so much more than a simple hookup on a fetish dating app. No. He makes me want more.

  But in that wanting, that's where my heart starts to ache and I'm not sure if I can handle this. There's an intensity with Nick that I'm afraid of. I knew that finding one person that understood everything about me I wanted someone to know would be thrilling.

  It is the part where he seems to reach past the parts that I want someone to know and into the parts that I attempt to hide from even myself.

  Nick walks behind the cross and I am acutely aware of how bare my skin is before him.

  I feel Nick’s fingers trace over my ass gently, giving me goosebumps. My blood rushes as I wait for the spanking. The feeling when he spanks me is like nothing else I've ever felt in my life, it makes my skin light up and my breathing still and then go ragged all at once from one second to the next.

  He lifts is fingers and for a moment I am left squirming in anticipation. I can just barely squirm as I’m secured, but for some reason, I do. His hand tightens against the back of my neck.

  “Don't move.” I can’t really, but I know what he means. I need to be still.

  I breathe in and out shakily, holding my body as still as possible. Every second that I wait for the slap heightens my arousal. After what seems like an eternity, his hand comes down on my ass sharply, the sound ringing through the air. I yelp softly and then take in a breath.

  “Thank you, sir,”

  He slaps my ass again and I thank him once more, my skin starting
to sting.

  “Louder,” he commands as his hand comes down twice more. I raise my voice as I thank him, my words shaking.

  “Louder!”

  He spanks me rhythmically, making sure that he strikes the same patch of skin each time, with more weight, with more pain, and now when I thank him my voice is a shout. Chills run over my body and tears rim my eyes, stinging but making me more in the moment and less in the fear in my mind. My ass throbs every time his hand makes contact. He pauses for a moment, running his hand over my sensitive skin, making me moan with need at the raw, sensual feel of his hands over my aching flesh. I am so turned on by the feeling of my ass throbbing under his fingers that I feel like I’m going to come from the sensation alone.

  “Please, oh god, I need to come!” I beg. I know I wasn’t supposed to beg or talk out of turn, but my body is on fire.

  “Come for me, Caroline,” Nick growls and I don’t need any more permission and my lust ricochets out of my body like all the pressure built up inside of it couldn’t be contained any longer. I feel his on my chest, listening to my breathing, and the closeness makes me ache for him so acutely that it almost feels like part of my soul is torn in that moment, forever to stay with him.

  When he begins to spank me again, I’m coming so hard that my mind feels shattered. By the time he releases the back of my neck, I am gasping for air.

  He kisses my forehead tenderly. “You’re so perfect for me, Caroline, that even your disobedience is beautiful.” Then he spanks my ass so hard that I cry out, my thank you barely leaving my lips in a raspy voice.