29. Messiah

I war with myself on letting her out of the cage. She isn't going to realize that we are supposed to be together if she hates me. Even though she has always kind of hated me. But that just means when we fuck it is going to be so much better. My dick twinges just thinking about her snarling as she straddles my cock and rides it into oblivion. She looks at me like I am a dog. What she needs to realize is that I am her stallion.

I throw a frozen pizza in the oven for dinner and open the laptop I stole from Angel's apartment. From what Tullia was able to tell me, River wasn't just Angel's friend. It was her sister. Tullia's pimp had tried to snatch River up at one point, but she managed to keep herself away from anyone's control. She was a bit of wild child on the streets – which matched what I was able to find about her in the records – but Tullia couldn't tell me anything about Angel.

With the new information, I send a message to my ghost to get whatever he can on River. While I wait, I figure I can dig into Angel's computer and see if there is anything there. She has a dark web browser, and I can't break the pass code.

Groaning, I stand up with the computer and walk to the bedroom. She is in the same spot as before. It doesn't even look like she has moved a finger. That is suspicious. Walking toward her, I turn the computer screen toward her and she tilts her head up the slightest look at me.

"Passcode," I say.

Rolling her eyes, she turns her head away.

"Hey!" I kick the cage and she whimpers, curling herself further up in the back. "I am trying to help. Now, stop being fucking stubborn, and let me fucking help."

Her eyes narrow at me and I can see her jaw tighten around the open gag between her teeth. She wiggles just enough to let one hand twist upward and she flips me the bird with a smirk in her pale eyes.

"Alright."

I set the laptop on the dresser and walk toward the cage, leaning down and flipping open the latch. She has nowhere to run as I reach in and grab her ankle, pulling her through the narrow door and onto the bedroom floor.

Fuck, just being near her gets my dick hard. And her cat and mouse game with that hateful glare she gives me just makes the monster in me want to fuck her into submission. Her squirming does little to help her as I flip her onto her back and straddle her between my legs. Remembering how fond she is of dick punching, I press her hands down against her chest with one hand and grip her hair with the other.

"Look, you need to realize that you are with me now. Got it? You have been my filthy little Angel since you gave me those death glares back at the club. Now, you being stubborn is only delaying me in getting the information I want. But trust me, Angel, I am going to get it. Now, you need to calm down and learn to be a good, fucking girl so I can take care of you."

She pushes back against the hold I have on her wrists, but she doesn't have the strength to move me. I lean over her, pressing my lips against her cheek and leaning down into her ear.

"I want to take care of you, Sweetheart. Okay." My fingers loosen in her hair and I run them soothingly over her scalp. "Now, I don't know who did what to make you so angry. If there is someone we need to go teach a lesson to. Tell me. There isn't a man on this earth that is going to have the privilege of still breathing if I find out they did something to you."

Her arms shiver in my grasp as she looks up at me. Fuck, she is too damn beautiful. I may never let her out of the apartment again. I don't want anyone else looking at her. This filthy little angel is mine.

"Do you trust me to take care of you?"

She shakes her head.

"Well, that isn't very nice. Not even if I make you feel good?"

A flash of realization enters her eye as sit up and reach back, letting my hand brush against her inner thigh.

"I only want to make you feel good, Angel," I reassure her as my fingers trace over the raised scars against her skin. "Not like whoever did this."

Shifting just enough to reach her shorts, I tug them down to bare her lower half to me. She lets out a small whimper as her body tenses. The scars across her thighs criss cross all the way up to her pussy where the raised slashes intersect with the trimmed patch of hair there. Leaning over, I press my lips against the scars and feel as her hands press against the top of my head. Having her like this is making it very hard to think about anything else going on. All I want to do is be buried inside her. My nose nudges against her hardening clit, and she sucks in a breath as I breathe in the scent of her. She smells like my body wash and I kind of miss the lingering vanilla that coated her before. I am going to have to go get the soap from her apartment.

Maybe she just hasn't had a man touch her the right way. Well, I can fix that. The only problem is my dick is so hard it is bulging against my jeans and pressing uncomfortably against the zipper. My knees press against the hard floor as I look down at her and unbuckle my belt. Her eyes dart between my face and the movement of my hands as I reach in and pull my cock out.

"We can feel good together, Baby," I speak gently, reaching down to pull her hands up to my cock.

The urge to plunge it into the gaping hole in the gag is strong, but I know I have to move slow. I have to show her that I can make her feel good. I can take care of her. When she learns to trust me, this will all be easier.

I reach back with one hand to run my fingers along her pussy. I let the tips delve into her opening and feel the moisture pooling there. That is right, my filthy little angel likes this. My free hand reaches down to wrap her fingers around me. Her palms are cool against my heated cock as I hold her grip there and thrust my hips slowly. Does she realize her legs are opening wider for me? Fuck, I am not going to last long when I finally sink into her. Maybe this is the better way to do it, so I can scratch the itch a little before I fully take her.

The hole in the gag lets me see the way her throat flexes as I push my fingers deeper inside her. My hand presses her palms together, squeezing my cock between them as I thrust my hips. I reach up and swirl my wet fingers around her clit, causing her to moan as she wiggles underneath me.

"That feel good, Baby?" I smile, dipping my fingers down and pushing them inside her again.

My fingers press hers down so her palms hold me tighter as I continue to thrust into her hands. The tip of my cock is leaking precum and I fight to urge to bend down and smear it across her lips.

My fingers press deeper inside her, arching up to rub against her inner walls as my palm presses against her clit. Her body jolts beneath me as she relaxes into the feeling.

"Just like that, Baby," I whisper, working both of our bodies together.

I have to loosen her grip on my cock before I come first. I don't want her to feel left out and this whole endeavor was to show her how I can take care of her. Well, there are a lot of ways I could take care of her, but I want her to know that I can also make her feel good. The sound of her wet pussy fills the room as I work her faster. A moan echoes out from her throat and she closes her eyes. I feel as her muscles tense and know she is growing closer. My free hand presses down on her fingers, tightening the grip on my cock as I feel my balls starting to draw up.

Her jaw tenses as her teeth sink into the silicone bit. I feel the moisture flooding my fingers just as a prolonged moan echoes out from her open mouth.

"There you go, Baby," I smile, working her faster.

Her eyes close and her fingers tighten around my cock, causing a hissed breath to escape me as I thrust faster. A few more pumps and I am spent as well. My fingers are still buried inside her, drawing out her orgasm, as I bend forward and let my cock spill over her face. Fuck. My perfect filthy Angel.

For a moment, we are both quiet as we try to steady our breaths. Her eyes open and she stares up at me, watching as I slip my fingers into my mouth and suck the taste of her off them.

"I am going to fight back even harder than you," I tell her, letting my fingers brush atop her scalp.

Some of the tension is leaving her body. Maybe she is finally getting the picture. Her eyes dart back and forth as she stares at me, and I'm lost for a moment in that iced gaze.

"Now, will you let me help?"

Her eyes shift back and forth for another moment then she loosens the tension in her limbs and I smile as I lean in to press a kiss to her cheek.

"Good Girl."

When I lean back up, she holds her hands up toward me. Shaking my head, I push them back down.

"We can start with the gag," I tell her. "If you are good, I'll take off the tape. Okay? I just don't want you doing anything to hurt yourself, Baby."

For a second, I think I have lost her. She presses her hands back against her chest and then nods. I turn her head and untangle her hair from the buckle as I unhook the gag and tug it out from beneath her teeth. She smacks her lips as she flexes her jaw and swallows against the dryness in her mouth.

My legs are still on either side of her hips and she doesn't move as she keeps her eyes fixed on me. I tuck myself back into my pants and stand, pulling her up with me.