Confessions of a Las Vegas Domme Part 3
By Shannan Albright
Content Advisory: oral sex, voyeurism, M/F intercourse
Meeting Cody and Luke’s buddy CSI detective Bryce Aston has her running scared unprepared for the attraction that goes further than skin deep.
“Are you comfortable Jane?” Angel asked the nervous woman who sat fidgeting on the edge of the bed. “When you’re ready I’ll let Nate in.”
The thirty something woman twisted her fingers together so hard Angel feared she would break one. Her hair curled to her shoulders the rich brown color matching the eyes dominating her small fey like face. Thin and pale she seemed so small perched on the edge of the huge bed in a powder blue robe ready to run at the slightest provocation.
Like a deer in headlights Angel mussed. “You’re ready for this Joan. It’s time to discover what you have been missing all your adult life. A little nerves at this point is only natural.”
“If you say so Dr. Langston.” Jane said softly smoothing her palms over the soft blue silk of her robe then took a deep breath of air and straightened her spine looking at Angel with determination.”I’m ready now.”
She called out and the bedroom door opened with a soft rattle of the door handle. The man moved into the room on bare feet a white towel wrapped around his slender waist. As far as men went Nick was more than easy on the eyes with golden skin and muscular body, his blonde hair brushed his shoulders, mussed as if he just jumped from bed. Blue eyes and a crooked smile that made most women go a little soft. He was perfect for this particular therapy. Straight up sex with no kink a gentle lover who would offer no threat for Jane. Out of all her surrogates Nick was the best at working with her rape patients. He made a good living at the all male review on the strip and refused any money working for Angela saying helping was enough payment for him.
Nick did it for only one reason. Helping abused patients as his mother had been abused. The way Angel had been abused. She was barely thirteen, a runaway ending up on the streets, scared and way too vulnerable an easy target for the predators out in the world. Caught like so many others, story different face running from an abusive step-father, running right into a far worse situation of prostitution. Sexual slavery at its most base level, yet she got out. Found a way to become better than the situation she found herself in, got an education and bettered herself so she could make a difference. Angels contribution may be small. A ripple in the black pool of depravity she’d been forced to live with, but she did make a difference. One person at a time.
She pulled her thoughts back to the here and now refusing to think further on it. That was the past, best to leave it buried deep. She relaxed into the soft cushion of the chair and watched Nick move slowly toward Jane. He took his time his movements deliberate as he stopped in front of her.
“Let’s take this slow and easy okay? You let me know what you want and when.” Nick said softly.
Angle noticed Jean nod slowly her eyes seemed to swallow her face as she stared up at Nick. “Nick why don’t you just lie down on the bed by her.”
“Sure Doc whatever you want.”Nick gave her a boyish grin lying down on his back near Jane. “Hey Jane, it’s alright if you want to touch me.”
Angel saw Jane’s hands shake, but she inched even closer reaching out a tentative hand toward Nick her finger tips brushing lightly over his arm over the thick column of his neck and down his wide chest and abdomen. She hesitated by the towel wrapped loosely around his waist. Nick’s fingers lightly circled her finely boned wrist and guided her to the obvious bulge rising under the terry cloth.
“Touch me here Jane.” He instructed with gentle encouragement. “That's good, really good.”
“This feels strange. Awkward. I’m not sure I’m ready.” Jane’s voice shook with nerves.
“You’re more than ready Jane we have already been over this. It’s time to let the past go.” Angel kept her tone professionally objective. This was the turning point in Jane Simmons recovery the moment of choice in which her patient would either stay a victim of the savage rape she endured five years ago or move forward stronger and whole, no longer controlled by fear.
Angel observed closely as Jane’s back stiffened her shoulders straightening with determination. “I want my life back.” She whispered hoarsely.
Nick reached up with his other hand stroking her cheek.”It starts here, with me.”
She gave a small nod as she grabbed the edge of the towel slowly pulling it away from his body his cock rose thick and hard from a thatch of curly blonde hair a bead of pre-cum wept from the slit on the large head. He made an impressive sight lying nude and aroused on the bed the light from the open window casting him in golden highlights as the sun’s rays caressed his skin.
Angel was hit with the recollection of another man with hard lean muscles stretched over her, cock rising high touching his flat belly as he reached for a bowl of condoms. She gritted her teeth against the image which haunted her long sleepless night. This was so not the time for her mind to veer off course. Burying the memory deep in her mind she narrowed her focus on the two people in front of her.
Nick’s hands gently removed her robe smiling his appreciation for her small curvy form and full pert breasts. She moved her arms to cover her nudity, head low gaze glued to the floor, but Nick had other plans holding her arms to her side.
“Look at me Jane.” He demanded, his tone low and soft, “You are such a beautiful woman. I want to touch you, kiss you all over. Will you let me?”
Her head rose, Angel could only watch Jane’s body language to gauge her emotions. The stiffness slowly gave way and her shoulders relaxed as she nodded in compliance and Angel relaxed just a bit in her chair. Nick let his fingers stroke over the side of one breast then lightly brushed his thumb over her nipple watching it tighten and rise. Jane shuddered with reaction to the soft touch and leaned into his hand. Resting his weight on one arm he drew her nipple into his mouth. She shuddered delicately as Nick moved to her other breast and laved it with his tongue and mouth.
His free hand traveled down her rib cage over her smooth stomach and down to the soft curly brown hair at the juncture of her legs. They delved deep penetrating her pussy and he groaned against her breast. “God, you’re so tight and wet I need to eat you out.”
“Oh, yes…yes please.” Jane moaned her hands on his shoulders clutching him closer to her.
He laid her on the bed her head resting against the pillows and move over her trailing kisses down her body, wedging between her legs his blonde head stopped at the juncture of her legs.
“Oh, oh my! “ She gasped her body arching up as Nick licked her pussy with enthusiasm. Her hands tangled in his hair as she held him tight against her, hips bucking her breath coming in ragged pants.
Nick moved over Jane the muscles in his back and ass bunching under smooth golden skin.”I’m going to love you now Jane I think your more than ready for this to wait any longer.”
Angel couldn’t see Jane’s face or hear her whispered words but her legs wrapped around Nick’s narrow hips and his ass tightened, hips swiveling as he thrusted down and in. They groaned in unison as Nick held still for a brief moment before he moved up then plunged down, again and again Jane matching his pace with her own. Angel loved how Nick fucked, his strong body thrusting like a piston gaining speed, in and out with controlled force angling his hips with each lunge, his skin growing slick with sweat.
Angel always loved this part of her work the most. The awakening of sexual desire from the first hesitant touch to the climatic orgasm at the end, her patients came into their own with a sense of victory and satisfaction. Nick’s groan came on the heels of Jane’s climax the sound of their bodies slapping into each other and their rasping breaths filled the room. Nick stilled and just laid over Jane his forehead touching hers as they caught their breaths. Angel rose moving to the door and caught Nick’s eye.
He gave her a small smile and wink. “Were good here Doc I’m just going to hold her for awhile.”
Angel nodded returning his smile as she left them to it with a small snick of the door closing shut behind her. She closed her eyes and leaned her back against the door allowing a small tired sigh and enjoyed the feeling of accomplishment. Jane’s therapy had been a long hard road five grueling years to bring her to this point and a tiny part of her twanged at the thought of the bittersweet parting that would soon come. Angel had led her as far as she could go and now it was up to Jane to move on as a productive part society. Far more important than that though Angel wanted her to find happiness.
With a sigh she moved away from the door and traveled down the long hallway, the heels of her shoes tapping out a rhythm against the cold white marble floor. The hall painted in a cool blue, soothed the eyes, ivory white painted doors, three to each side were shut and vacant. Each room was equipped with the “tools” needed depending on the therapy required. At the end of the hall stood a large set of double doors the dark wood shined with a high gloss of polish set off by the nearby wall light. Beyond those doors the waiting room angled to the left and the door to her office on the right.
She darted into her dimly lit office glad to go undetected by Lilly, her girl Friday who managed everything from billing to receptionist duties. The young woman was a godsend true enough, but Angel was exhausted and didn’t need Lilly’s prying questions. Especially since it was hard enough for her to face those questions by herself. Her office was cozy with a tan couch and matching chair, throw pillows in colors of mauve, blue and pinks lay strewn in artful disarray upon the cushions. Her desk was large and bulky the wood dark and beyond a window with heavy mauve drapes drawn against the blazing Las Vegas sun. A small desk light illuminated the office with a weak yellow light thickening the shadowy corners and darkening the hulking shape of a book case.
Another door stood just past the window which attached her home to the office. She built her home far to the north west of Las Vegas where there was less population to worry about giving her the freedom to run her business through her residence. It had worked out beautifully giving her the solitude she craved.
Moving to her desk littered with files she sat with a tired sigh and rubbed the bridge of her nose where a tension headache was brewing. The image of the man from last night filled her head and her pussy throbbed with need wetting her panties with just the thought of him. That man Bryce Aston was dangerous in ways she didn’t want to contemplate the sexual attraction far too intense for her comfort. Much better to run than face that type of complication.
Coward. Her inner voice scoffed at her.
A cap of curly blond hair peeked over from the door, Lilly never bothered to knock. ”Hey Angel, I got a cop here needing to speak to you.”
It seemed like her day was going from bad to worse and she narrowed her gaze on the young woman. “What now?”
“Have no idea but at least this guy is hot as hell to look at.” Lilly grinned.
With a tired sigh she told Lilly to let the cop in not sharing her enthusiasm to be interrupted by the police no matter how “hot” the man may be. Her door opened again and Lilly swept in followed by a man dressed in low slung jeans and tight black tee shirt hugging his defined chest and wide shoulders. His blonde hair hung down over one stormy grey eye. He smiled when he saw her amusement deepening the color of his eyes. She could only stare at him dumbly, her heart pounding erratically in her chest.
“Doctor Langston I presume?” Bryce asked his voice deep, smooth and held a hint of laughter.
She knew at that moment she was in very deep shit.
Copyright © 2011 Shannan Albright
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