His Taste Of Christmas (Forbidden Tastes #1)

13. Angel

Chapter thirteen

Angel

I push at Mr Hayes’s stomach trying to push him away, although I make a half-arsed job of actually doing it. It’s more like an automatic reaction every time he hits a certain spot inside of me. The feeling is all too much. It’s not painful as such, but at this angle, it makes me feel like I’m going to piss myself, and I can’t embarrass myself like that.

“Mr Hayes.” He suddenly halts, slipping out of me, and rises on his knees, his penis bobbing, glistening with my juices, while I take exaggerated deep breaths to calm myself. The pressure I was feeling disappears immediately.

Mr Hayes stands and exits the room. Panic arises. I can feel my eyes stinging with tears. I thought I was doing well. He told me he was proud of me. What did I do wrong?

“Angel, stay right where you are!” he shouts, seemingly from my living room. What is he doing? I lay there, taking deep breaths. My pussy aches so much, but it’s like he left me hanging; my body wants to let go again, and my clit still pulses for him. I pray he’s not done with me yet. Shortly after, I hear the gentle sound of his footsteps on the laminate floor, and suddenly he's standing in front of me. However, what he's holding causes confusion to surge through me.

“Why do you have those?” I'm questioning and observing the lights for Macey's Christmas tree that he's holding. He approaches, with no words spoken.

Once again, he asks, “Do you trust me?” I give a nod while scrunching my face, still uncertain about his actions.

“You’re so fucking perfect; now put your arms up for me, Angel,” he whispers, before placing another soft kiss on my lips. As I raise my arms, he grasps one, encircling the lights around it, beginning at my bicep and continuing until he reaches my wrist. He's using Christmas lights to tie me up. Oh, my God . He takes hold of my other hand and encircles my other arm as well. I experience a constricting sensation as the wires wrap around me and I give a gentle pull on my hands, coming to the realisation that I cannot move. I crane my neck awkwardly and look up, noticing that he’s attached the lights to my bedpost. He then crouches beside my bed, and I hear the click of a switch.

“I know you can take me, no matter how deep I go. Will you stay still and be a good angel for Daddy?”

I nod rapidly, whispering, “Yes, yes.” He moves towards my door and flips the switch off so the Christmas lights provide the light in the room.

“My very own angel, waiting for me to do as I please.” My heart races, frustrated by the limited visibility of Mr Hayes, but he climbs on the bed and leans closer. His eyes, filled with dark liquid, gaze longingly at me. The multicoloured lights are mirrored in his eyes. He positions my legs on his shoulders once again, but this time he puts both legs on his right shoulder. He doesn’t give me any warning before he slams into me.

“Fuckkk,” I scream. “Please, please,” I plead, not really knowing what I’m pleading for. It’s intense but also I don’t want him to stop. He fucks me like he wants to imprint himself in me forever and at this moment I don’t ever want him to not be inside me. He swiftly rekindles the building sensation with his punishing movements and the panic is back. Fuck. I don’t know how to even describe the sensation. I want him to stop, but then again, I don’t.

“Mr Hayes, please.” I tug at my arms not even knowing what I would do with them if I got free from the tight binds, the cord of the lights constrict, yet the pinching sensation against my skin feels like a minor concern compared to the overwhelming urge to pee. “I…” Oh my God . “Please, I’m going to pee. Please.” For some unknown reason, this causes him to increase his speed, and with no control, I am flooded with a peculiar euphoric sensation, shattering into pieces as it finally happens, and I soak Mr Hayes. My pussy squirts over and over. Everything becomes silent as the world fades away. I'm only aware of my heavy breathing and the pounding of my heart. It feels like waves of euphoria flooding over me, repeatedly, as if I'm intoxicated by every drug known to mankind. In the darkness, Mr Hayes shines brightly before me. His head drops down, his forehead touching mine as he thrusts twice more, my sensitive pussy feels his dick swell inside of me as his fingers sink into my hair and pull the strands while roaring out my name over and over. With each slower thrust, I feel Mr Hayes empty himself inside of me. He thrusts one more time, sinking so deep into me. My breaths blend with his, both laboured and intense. My soaking wet pussy flutters and my body continues to tremble beneath him, experiencing the aftershocks.

“Fuck, Angel. Fuck,” he whispers, peppering kisses over my face which makes the butterflies in my stomach take flight. Mr Hayes sits up, still keeping himself buried inside of me. He looks down to where we are connected and his stare in locked with us as he pulls out of me slowly. The sting causes me to tense, but then I feel wetness trickle out of me and down towards my bum. Mr Hayes gulps and then runs his finger from the bottom of my arse up to my hole and pushes his fingers inside of me. Automatically, my back arches from the sting, but also from the need for him again. He removes his fingers as he glances up at me. “I don't think I'll ever be able to let go of you, Angel O’Sullivan.” Closing my eyes, I am overcome with a sense of contentment like never before. I can't move a muscle, but being here makes me realise I can't let go of Mr Hayes either.