26. Messiah

"Nearly got the fucker," I explain to Charles.

It is the same bullshit story I gave to Mark a few minutes ago.

"Fucker slashed me with a knife," I continue.

"And you didn't think to shoot him!" Charles snaps.

"I was in a public place. Did you want to pay that fucking bond? Either way, it appears he knows someone is on to him now. Likely to lay low for a moment."

"Fuck." He takes a deep breath on his end of the phone.

I just need him off my back about it long enough to get the truth from Angel and figure out where to go from there. I tried being nice, but apparently nice wasn't going to cut it. I didn't want to have to hurt her for answers. That wasn't the right way to start off this relationship. Or continue it? Had we started already?

"Fine. But find the fuck. Do we have a motive?"

"Appears to be some fuck who thought he was double crossed by the crew. Although, this seems a rather extreme way to get payback."

"Find him. Shoot him."

"Of course."

Charles hangs up the phone, and I drop my cell on the desk. Angel is quiet in the bedroom, then again she can't make much noise with the gag on. The cage might have been a bit extreme, but I needed a way to keep her more firmly locked up. I have to visit Constance tomorrow and I am about to miss that. Plus, being nice wasn't getting me anywhere with Angel. That was fine. I could be a dick, if I really needed to be. And I was going to be.

I spend the afternoon watching television and having a few drinks. I don't try to imbibe too much. My vice of choice had been pills for a long time, but I knew my addiction could easily morph into something else if I didn't keep myself in check. Still, with my fucking life, a drink was called for now and then.

No jobs come in from Charles which must mean people are staying on their P's and Q's. That isn't too unusual. After a few hits, they realize that someone is always watching and they straighten up for a time. Good news was, I had more time to think about what to do with Angel.

My thoughts distract me enough that I fuck up dinner and result to ordering in; but once the food hits my stomach, the alcohol takes a harder punch in my bloodstream. I stay on the couch until my vision starts to get blurry and decide I should probably go to bed. Tomorrow can be a new day.

Angel glares at me as I hobble into the bedroom. Damn, she is even pretty when she is in a cage. Like one of those pureblood pets people spend stupid amounts of money on. The plan was to ignore her and just go to sleep, but the heat in her piercing eyes only makes my dick hard.

I unbutton my jeans and kick them off as I walk toward her. She keeps her eyes on me as I hook my fingers into my boxers and slide them off as well. We have already been naked with each other. I can't help but think about that dance she did for me in the club. Cost me a fucking arm and a leg, but it had been worth it to see her body sway and feel the silk of her thong wrapped around my cock.

The aforementioned member is hard just thinking about that. And thinking about the way she looked like a drenched whore in the shower – fuck. She scoots back in the cage as I steady myself on my feet and grip my cock in my hand. A moan escapes me as I give it a tug and she looks away. My toes scream in pain as I kick the bars of the cage to get her attention, but I grip my dick harder to focus the sensation elsewhere.

"Look at me," I slur.

She doesn't answer.

My legs wobble as I reach down for one of my boots laying on the floor and throw it down against the bars. She gives a startled shriek and presses herself further against the back bars.

"Look at me, Angel," I order. "Or do you want to come out here and meet it close up?"

Her shoulders move up and down as she takes a slow breath then turns to me. Fuck, I could have her choke on my cock. The gag is built to hold her mouth open and the silicone bit has a hole just big enough for me to slide myself into and shoot my spend down her throat. And she couldn't fight it. She would try. I am too tipsy right now to hold her off as well as I would need to. I will just have to use my imagination to get me there.

My hand squeezes my cock harder before I reach down and grip my balls, rolling them in my palm as I lean closer to her. My fingers grip the top bars of the cage, my eyes focus on hers as I jerk myself off. The image of her dancing on the stage comes to mind. I can see the blue lights glowing above her, bouncing off the curve of her hips. Then I remember the smile she gave to the man at the club. The one she had been on her hands and knees for as she crawled to him. My grip tightens on my dick. She needs to be choking on my cock right now. The anger at remembering her smiling for someone else only makes my jaw tense and my fingers tighten around my cock as I work myself harder.

She needs to be under me, choking on my cock, squeezing it with her throat as she runs her hands up my stomach. Afterward, she would swallow me and smile then thank me for the privilege of getting to taste me. Yeah, my Angel is a dirty girl. And I am going to make her filthier.

Moving to the side of the cage, pushing myself closer to her, I grunt as my dick shoots come onto her. I can hear the drip of it on the metal bars and it streaks across her dark hair. Tilting my dick down, I shoot a string of it onto her cheek and she winces, turning away from me. My ragged breaths don't cover up the sound of her gag as another spurt falls across the bridge of her nose. It isn't exactly the image I had in mine when I pictured seeing her covered in my come, but it is enough. It stills makes my balls ache to be buried inside her. My palm runs over the head of my dick as it starts to soften. Angel focuses on the wall across the room. With a slow breath, I push myself back up and turn toward the bed. Next time, she is going to swallow my cock.