What Would an Angel Say (pt 1)

IAnother perspective of a growing legend. ;)

See also: The Devil Wants To Know

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I am nobodies Top.

I have been there, and even when I was there I was there as a sub, because submissives can weave things out of smoke if they're trained well enough. Submissives can sing you to sleep with their breath.

I am nobodies Top.

I give my hand another twist in her hair, grit my teeth.

"That's it bitch. Fuck, is that the back of your throat? Goddamn you suck cock so well." The pitch intones upward, half to indicate the level of concentration needed to speak, half to solicit a response. It will be angry eyes, or bliss.

It's bliss.

Now the servant in me bows, cocks his eye and laments his position to the tiger. The fire closes over everything and I am in a red tinted rage. Not violent, but primal.

I am nobodies Top.

I flip her quickly, rip her panties off and jam my hand inside of her. The practice of finding the spot doesn't cause me to make my grasp gentle because it's beyond gentleness now. She does not want to be hurt.

But she does want to be stung.

I am coarse, then smooth. The fingers move inside and out, up and down. They center, they press and they wander. She's whimpering, dripping on the floor of her minivan. When I slide inside her she practically pulls me in.

Had I wings I would scream like an eagle. But I don't have them and I don't scream.

Fortunately, the Bad Girl screams for me.

My hands are vices at her hips, my slacks slung around my ass. Her moans drift out the hatchback I've made her open, just because I knew the illusion of privacy had no allure for her either. I hold her down against the apolstry and jam her face into the back of the seat. Her hips buck in response.

...she starts to let go, I can feel it so soon I can almost watch it move through her. Stunned, I watch it, holding her down but not moving my gaze from the intense shaking moving through her body.

I am no Top. All I know, I know from service.

But I am Dominant, and this has only started.