Chapter 18

Angela

It was early in the morning when Angela and Blake fell into bed. It was so good to have him back. She was exhausted, but her body had other ideas besides sleep. When she nuzzled Blake's neck, she realized he did too.

He rolled to his side, snuggling beside her, and said, "It's been too long since I've seen you.

His hard cock pressed against her. He was more than ready. "It hasn't been that long. We've both had important things to do."

He kissed her neck. His hot breath sent chills down her body and tensed her core. Heat grew between her legs, and the pain of desire was almost too much. She rolled to her side and put a leg over him. Her hand reached down and grabbed his hard shaft. His deep moan made her shutter.

"I need to feel you inside me."

"I am more than willing to make that happen."

He got off the bed, walked to the edge, took her by the ankles, and pulled her down to him. She unbuttoned her pants, and he pulled them and her underwear off, throwing them across the room. She sat up, pulled her sweatshirt over her head, and laid back.

Blake looked at her with an animalistic need that should have made her scared, but it made her more wet and ready for him.

"You are gorgeous. I could look at your body all day," he said.

He started to climb onto the bed, but Angela moved up and said, "Nope. I want to see you naked."

"Huh?"

"You have a gorgeous body, and I could look at you all day."

Blake stood up and smiled. He put his hands under his shirt and started to pull it over his head.

"Slower. I want to enjoy this."

He snickered. "Oh, you do?"

"Are you kidding me? Who wouldn't love a private show from the hottest man around?"

Angela rested against the headboard, crossing her legs at the ankles.

He pulled up his shirt bit by bit. A couple of times, he lowered it and started again. He swayed his hips from side to side and threw his shirt at her. She caught it and laughed.

She caught it and laughed. "Oh, this is better than I thought it would be."

He unbuttoned the top button of the jeans he hated.

"No, wait. Don't take those off yet. Turn around and let me see your backside," Angela said.

He did, then bent over, rising slow enough to make a good show.

"You, Mr. Sullivan, are a big tease."

He looked over his shoulder. "I'm only following orders."

She clapped her hands. "Does that mean that I get to tell you what to do? Am I in charge tonight?"

"As long as I get to make love to you at some point."

She winked. "Oh, you will. Trust me."

Blake spent the next five minutes dancing for Angela and slowly taking off his clothes, saving his boxer briefs for the last. When he pulled them down, and she saw his large hard cock, she was more worked up than she'd ever been.

She crawled to the edge of the bed and took all of it into her mouth. He gathered her hair at the back of her neck and gently pulled, forcing her eyes to meet his. Angela loved seeing his hunger. She gripped his backside and sucked harder and faster. His head fell back, and he let out a loud breath.

"You are driving me crazy, woman. I want to fuck you right fucking now."

Angela pulled back. "I thought I was in charge. I didn't say you could do that."

He held her shoulders, placed his knees on the bed, and straddled her body, forcing her back. "Then tell me to fuck you."

The tip of his shaft rested against her. She wanted to tease him more but was too overwhelmed with lust to think of anything else except him buried deep inside her. She moved up to allow for more room on the bed. Blake rested his whole body on her. She wanted him to consume her. To wrap her up in his arms and let her disappear from the world.

He stared at her. She lifted her head to kiss him, but he pulled back. "Tell me what you want me to do."

"Kiss me."

"Is that what you really want? Or would you rather have this?" He shifted his hips and pushed himself inside her. "Tell me what you want," he repeated.

"I want this."

He pulled out just enough for the tip to remain inside. "You are the boss. Tell me what you want."

Angela curled her legs around his hips and dug her heels into his backside, longing to have him deep inside her again. Blake didn't move. He wouldn't give in. Her mind went blank. There was something she needed to do, something she needed to say. The words wouldn't form. The ache in her core grew more and more unbearable, and it became harder to breathe.

Blake gave her a wicked smile. "Tell me what to do, Angela."

In a moment of clarity, she took his face in her hands and stared him right in the eyes. She wanted to make sure there would be no way he could misunderstand. "Fuck me right now, Blake Sullivan."

"As you wish," he said.

He pushed himself in so deep that Angela balanced between pleasure and pain. He brought her close to the edge, then slowed and waited for her to recover before bringing her close to the edge again. He lowered his mouth and sucked in one of her hard nipples. She cried out when he nipped the tip, pulling it into his mouth even more.

She had never been in control when it came to sex. Telling Blake what to do gave her a taste of the kind of sex she'd only read about. A part of her that she didn't know existed woke up and wanted to play.

"Stop," she said.

Blake looked at her with confusion. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, but I think I want you to." Her face warmed, and she almost changed her mind. She bit her bottom lip. "I mean, I don't know. Maybe. Never mind."

"Angela, if that is something you want to experience, I can do that."

She covered her face with her hands.

He rolled to the side and pushed her hands down. "Are you embarrassed?"

"Yes," she whispered.

What am I thinking?

"Are you sure?"

She propped herself up on her elbows. "I feel safe with you. Safer than I have ever been. I have to live up to other people's standards in every area of my life. I have to be what they want me to be. I loved Oliver with all my heart, but I'm not sure I ever let him see the real me. I never let myself completely lose control and be in the moment."

"And you think pain will let you lose control?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's not about the pain or even about losing control. Maybe it's about letting you control every part of me."

He was quiet for a moment. "Have you ever done this before?"

"No."

"Then there are a few things you should know. Pain should always lead to pleasure. It should never be unbearable. You may think you're giving up complete control, but you are the one who holds all the control. If something is too much, say red. If it's close to too much, say yellow. When everything is fine, say green."

She smiled. "Like a traffic signal."

He nodded. "Like a traffic signal."

"Okay."

He pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "Angela, you have to communicate to me. This is not the time to be the bad-ass bitch that we both know you are. Can you do that?"

She took in a deep breath and slowly let it out. "Yes."

He sat up against the headboard. "Then tell me what to do."

"I think," Angela inhaled a quick breath and blew it out quickly, the words tumbling from her mouth. "Spank me."

"Then lay across my lap and let me see your beautiful ass."

Angela shook her head. "That seems silly. Forget I said anything."

"You told me I had to do whatever you told me to do. Across my lap will be the most comfortable for both of us." He gave her a small smile. "Now, tell me what you want me to do."

Her eyes went wide as she glanced down at his hard cock, still glistening from her juices. "I want you to spank me."

"Well, then, come here, and let's see if that's the case."

She had read more than one book with a spanking scene. The woman always seemed to enjoy it, but she didn't understand why. When she was a kid, she certainly didn't like spanking. Why would she now?

She got out of bed. Shame washed over her like a cold shower. "I can't believe I told you about that. What was I thinking? Heck, what must you think of me?"

Blake got out of bed and walked to the side where she stood. He took her hand and led her to his side of the bed. He twisted her so her back rested against him, and he pulled her in tight. He whispered, "Never regret telling me something you desire. I will give you the world if you ask for it." His hand squeezed her nipple, and she gasped. "Now, lie across my lap so I can see your beautiful ass."

Heat grew between her legs, and the ache of desire returned. There was something different in his voice, and it burned her to the core. She did as he instructed.

Slap.

Angela flinched with surprise.

Slap.

Warmth grew under Blake's hand, and the sting wasn't painful but invigorating. She wanted more.

"How are you?" Blake asked.

Angela turned her head over her shoulder. "Fine."

"What color? Tell me what color."

"But I said I'm fine."

"It's important that I know how you feel, and using the colors is a better way of explaining it than saying fine or good. Trust me, Angela."

"Green?"

"Is that a question?"

This was about to get annoying. "Green. Yes, it's green."

When he spanked her next, it was harder, and she began to understand what he meant. Her mind told her this was wrong, but the wetness building in her core told her it was right.

"Let me see how you feel." Blake slid his hand over her butt and slipped a finger inside. "Oh, I think you like it."

He spanked her again and again, differing in intensity. At first, she braced herself, expecting his hand, but it became too hard to focus, and she gave into the pleasure.

"Your ass has never looked more beautiful," Blake said. "Get on your hands and knees."

She did as he said. He was not subtle when he jammed himself inside her. He slammed into her, making her cry out.

"Angela, what color."

"Green, oh dear God, green."

He took hold of her hips and brought her to him over and over. Her walls squeezed him tight. Her orgasm came on so strong her whole body spasmed, and she tightened around him more with each wave of pleasure. His body tensed, and he fell over the edge, holding her against him.

She collapsed on the bed, and he rested on top of her.

"I don't know if that's what you had in mind." He intertwined her fingers with hers.

"I don't know either, but I liked it. I liked it a lot, and I want more."

He rolled off her, and they snuggled under a blanket. She rested her head on his chest.

"I can do that." He played with a lock of her hair.

"You don't think I'm a bad person, do you?"

He lifted her chin, so she looked at him. "You are not a bad person. There is nothing wrong with what just happened."

Tears formed in Angela's eyes.

"Hey, why are you crying?" He moved to get off the bed.

"Where are you going?"

"I should get you some water."

"Please don't go. Just hold me."

Blake pulled her closer and tucked the blankets around her.

Angela shook her head and buried her face against his chest. She didn't respond.

Blake ran his hand down her back. "When you're ready, I want you to talk to me."

She nodded. His words made her cry even harder. He held her tighter and waited until she was finished.

After a few minutes, she said, "I've never wanted anyone to see me as a bad person."

"Angela, you are not a bad person. Do you think that is how I see you?"

She lifted her body and moved to sit next to him. "That's just it. I know you don't. I have always worried about what people thought of me." She laughed a little. "That might seem hard to believe, considering what I do for a living, but that's different. When I'm doing presidential stuff, it's like I'm acting. In the other areas of my life, I have always worried that if people saw the real me, they wouldn't like what they see."

Blake put an arm over her shoulder and held her close. "I saw the real you the moment I met you. The real you is amazing." He looked down at her and wiped away a single falling tear. "You have to be so many things for so many people. When you're with me, let me see the real you. Let me take care of the real you. Let me love the real you."

And that's exactly what she wanted to do for the rest of her life.