Angélique

[yeishia]

Angélique

For Angel's Bio click here.


" This is the story of a very special kind of love born out of deep emotion!
Please join Angel in her continuing journey."

Closed for Last_Rider​

The limo pulled up at the hotel and Angel was awed at what she saw; it was so very grand and lavish, typical Edward. The chauffeur pressed a reservation ship into her hand and instructed her to present it at the desk. Angel watched the car leave then glanced down at the card clutched within her shaking fingers, a Master Suite had been reserved in the name of Angélique LeMontange; it had been so long she had forgotten that she had a second name! Angel took a deep breath and stepped across the threshold before she could turn tail and simply run, this was her very first time out alone and she was suddenly terrified; how could her treat her so? a huge tear ran down her cheek which she rapidly brushed away as she headed for the reception desk.Minutes later she was in the elevator being carried to her suite very conscious of the others staring at her ugly dress and lack of luggage, Angel pulled herself up to her full height but kept her eyes firmly glued to the floor, thankful when she was finally alone in her lavish suite of rooms.

Angel sank onto the huge bed and for the very first time she cried as if her heart would break. She had failed her Master ..failed and he had simply discarded her without even a last farewell......

For three long stressful days Angel waited in her suite, to afraid to leave, waited for him to come and fetch her back and on the forth her vision cleared; he wasn’t coming. This wasn’t a test it was a nightmare, what was she to do?

Angel wandered out on to the veranda, she was naked except for the filigree necklace which adorned her lovely neck. Her long hair caressed her lithe form as it was lifted gently in the warm off shore breeze....a lovers teasing caress across her delicate skin. Angel felt nothing, her Violet eyes were a misty sea of pain, her mind was miles away lost in the past.

So much hurt so much regret! The small child had blossomed into a lovely butterfly one which had been released, by its failure to be that which it’s Master had required…..

"Your Master is Edward Macquarie. He is experienced in the ownership of submissive women." Submissive woman, not born and bred slaves, in his letter he had said she had the wrong mindset, she disrupted his home, she needed to be free, to learn before she could truly please him.

Cedric hand beaten and abused her denying her thought, a voice, denying her pleasure; Edward had shredded her very soul….

She remembered her Masters words, “Angel has an interesting background, she has received some tutelage, but it has been flawed and needs correcting” At that moment she should have been on the alert….yet she had trusted his intent!

It had been so hard for her to crawl towards his vision. The angel peering out at him from the cage in which her heart had laid baron for so long was enchanted by his kiss yet the depth of his passion scared her. She really wanted to squeeze out from between the gilded bars; she had never wanted something more in all her short life. Never had a man made her feel so alive and yet so afraid. She had been violated, beaten, starved half to death and had survived; her inner most self hidden always…Could she risk this, survive this… the relinquishing of her soul and heart to him, trusting that he would not break them; Angel had only these two things to truly call her own; would he nurture them like the most precious gifts they were?

The child with in her had squeezed out from the prison that had been her small world and took a tentative step forwards…..towards an illusion

The gates clanged had shut behind her the sound had a finality to it; there was no turning back!

No turning back ..all angel wanted to do now was run back to those gates force them open and return to her world of silence……

Edward had said “Remember, the act of love is to give. The more you give, the better it is for you.”

She squeezed her eyes closed against the pain, she had given her all, her whole life she had been trained to do so; she had gone to Cedric filled with hope for the future, and had her spirit almost broken. She had gone to Edward ready for new beginnings to simply have her fragile heart dashed to pieces.

“The act of love is to give. The more you give, the better it is for you.”

Was it an impossibility to hope that the one to whom she gave herself …would be willing to give just tiny piece of himself to her, a willing slave …didn’t she deserve to be loved for whom she was?

“The more you give the better for you”

Edward had lied. It wasn’t better for her, it was better from the one who simply took!

Angel came back to the present to an insistent knocking at her door, breakfast; it would be left outside as always. Sighing, angel returned to her bedroom stopping in front of her full length mirror as she spied her reflection. Gone were the trappings of a slave all she wore was an intricately woven necklace of the purest gold, from it was suspended the letter 'A'. The letter was an absolute work of art a delight to behold. It obviously had been hand crafted with love and exquisite attention to detail. Clinging to the end of a downward stroke of the 'A' was a precious stone, which matched her Violet eyes to perfection as the light reflected from its multifaceted surface, caused it to appear alive!

Fingering her necklace she remembered her words to Edward

" Master once upon a time there was a very young and trusting girl she had a Nana who loved her; when she was thirteen her Nana held her in her arms the night before she was to be sent away and told her a story. A story of the beautiful girl who was destined to find a perfect mate the one she would serve for all time. If that girl put her heart and soul into her training this man would cherish protect and love her forever! The girl took her Nana’s words to heart and though she was sad to leave she worked diligently to become the best slave she could, so that when she was given to this man she would be fully ready. She believed her Nana spoke the truth!”

"I am finally free to love you; and to dream that you are the one my Nana spoke of so long ago........."

Such a childish fairy tale, would she ever find such a man? Had her Nana lied to her as well, was this an impossible dream for one such as she; one who was less than nothing?

"No!" Angel refused to believe that, all she had now was hope…

Angel tried a tentative smile, she was a born and breed slave and would be this way always, collar or not. She repeated her thought aloud. “I am a born and breed pleasure slave, I deserve to be loved. I have been trained, I am accomplished, I have much to give a Master! I can do this, I will do this ! “

Inside she was trembling but on the outside she looked serene, her image in the mirror belied the frightened child who hid inside.

As she stared at the beautiful haunted woman reflected there, she knew with absolute certainty that another would find her, and she prayed it would be soon; a slave with out a Master is like living without breath she thought again

Maybe the third time would be a charm?

She took a deep steadying breath there was much to be done, she would make her Nana proud…..

Angel spent the next several days in a whirlwind; she bought clothing, undergarments lingerie and all manner of things she had never owned before. She had her hair styled her nails and toes manicured but mostly she had simply watched as the other patrons as they went about their business afraid to join them but desperately needing to connect! She had been like a child in a candy shop her eyes wide and innocent as she had taken in all of her new experiences; everything she had seen and done had been a wondrous first for her! Angel had stayed in the hotel complex and had taken all of her meals in her suite afraid to venture beyond her new world; but knowing that soon she must!

Baby steps, she told herself, tonight I will eat in the dinning room. She made her reservations and started to get ready. Promptly at 7.00p.m.she was ready and pacing nervously, you can do this she told herself firmly!

Angel had dressed with care, her tawny blond tresses falling in their natural curls around her beautiful face cascading down her naked back, her face devoid of but the barest makeup. She had chosen a long simple pure white gown of the softest sheerest cashmere, Grecian in style; golden threads cris-crossed her full beasts, to wrap lovingly around her tiny waist. It fell softly to her ankles moving in a soft caress with every step she took. Strappy golden sandals completed her look and of course her treasured necklace. She resembled her namesake in every respect, except for the fact that she was wearing nothing beneath her dress and un be known to herself, as she moved it gave a tempting tantalizing hint of the evocative promise hiding beneath its soft sheer folds.

Angel took a steadying breath and descended to the dining room where she was seated at a table for two in a nice secluded spot where she could observe but have her privacy. She had been very specific in her choice of table. Her meal started to arrive and as she sipped her wine she tried to still her shaking fingers; her heart felt like it might beat a tattoo straight out of her chest. She tried to remain composed and sat up straighter her eyes fixed firmly on her plate.

Once again she felt as if someone was watching her.

She had had the same sensation many times over the past few days. Was she doing something wrong, did she have a sign around her neck , proclaiming her to be a pretender, a slave masquerading as a free woman…….was Edward having her followed?

Finally, Angel gathered her courage and looked out upon the room from beneath her lowered lashes.

She met his eyes, her breathing ceased and time stood still…………

 

[Last_Rider]

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It was another night, pretty much a night like any other for the man seated on the balcony of his hotel room. Warm, warm was good for night, good for the senses, and good for the mind. The lights in the room behind him were dark, the only light the whiteness reflecting off of two pads of paper on the table in front of him. One was lined, and one was pure white. At the moment both were totally blank, which was the problem the man was trying to remedy. Night was also good for creativity he'd discovered.

Shawn Daniels was a writer and illustrator by trade, and very successful one at that. His last screenplay had turned into a multimillion dollar movie which was the primary reason he could now sit on the balcony of an expensive hotel room and try to figure out what was next. Shawn had had successful movies before, but he normally shied away from blockbuster stuff because it wasn't a challenge and the finished product never resembled what he'd written down. He'd given in and done one because he needed money, which he now had enough of. The question was what to do next.

His eyes left the area in front of him and moved to the stars. During the course of his eyes moving he saw her. The whole world froze as his eyes moved to her. She was naked, naked save her long luxurious hair and what looked like a necklace. Breathing suddenly became difficult for Shawn. It was more than her beauty, it was the way she looked. It was something that seemed to float off of her, something that tugged at his very soul. The time seemed to move slowly, like there was nothing else happening in the whole of the world except her and him.

Of course it couldn't stay like that, and she turned and was gone into her room. Shawn remained staring at the spot where she'd been, his heart beating faster. He instinctively reached for his pad to draw, but stopped himself. Not now. This was their moment, even if he never saw her again it was theirs. To try and capture it now wouldn't be right. Tomorrow perhaps, but now it was to be savored.

Something in her had stirred Shawn's inner dominant. He instantly tried to suppress it, he and his dominance were temporarily at odds. Shawn had tried dating within the BDSM community, but for one reason or another it had never worked out. Only one of the four relationships he'd cultivated had ended badly, and even then they both knew they were both at fault. It wasn't that they were inadequate, or that he was inadequate, it just hadn't been quite right. So he'd tried dating in the more conventional sense and it hadn't gone well at all. For the last bit he'd been without companionship, and then that woman. Something pulled at him, pulled with an almost heartbreaking certainty and need.

Shawn relaxed, then went inside. Sleep was necessary, and he could get back to work tomorrow.

The next morning he sketched the woman, trying to capture what she'd been showing. Not her body, but the emotions. Hurt, determination, resolve, the melancholy of something lost and the hope of something just beginning.

It never came out quite right, but it did get him writing. In fact he spent most of the next three days in his room writing. Shawn mostly wrote by hand, then transcribed it to the computer. It gave him a free editing session and a chance to look over the whole of his idea again. This story was about a woman, physically different from the one he'd seen, but with the same inner core. Initially he'd imagined it as a romantic movie, but that quickly failed to pan out. It just wasn't right, not totally right at least. A few tone changes to make it lighter and it felt a little better. The woman he'd seen would never be in a movie like this, but the story she'd helped him discover wasn't necessarily hers. After three days Shawn decided he'd been in his room enough.

The hotel he'd seen the woman in had a very nice restaurant downstairs that he'd like to try. He might even get lucky and catch another glimpse of her. Dressing nice but casually, Shawn left his room and went over to the restaurant. Halfway to the bar he was stopped dead in his tracks.

She was here.

She was in a secluded table where she could see the entire dining room, and she again took his breath away. She looked elegant, subdued sensuality looking out from under lowered lashes. Then her eyes met his.

Violet.

Shawn couldn't help but stare. Again his dominant side spoke to him, something in her calling out to him. This time he listened a little more closely. He had to say something to her. Shawn moved across the dining room until he was close to her. He wasn't too close, but he did want to be sure no one else could mistake who he was talking to.

"Forgive my intrusion, I just had to say something to a woman of such evocative elegance as yourself. May I join you?"

Shawn dipped his head, but his eyes never left hers. He couldn't have forced them anywhere else if he'd wanted too, and he certainly found nothing half as enticing as this enchanting woman.

 

[yeishia]

She met his eyes, her breathing ceased and time stood still…

This was recognition like she had never experienced before it simply slammed across her consciousness like a steam roller! When she had met Cedric her immediate reaction had been confusion and fear. When she had met Edward, her primal self-had recognized him as her dominant...yet she had always longed for something more.

Her eyes drank in the stranger across the room, his familiarity causing her to want to reach out across the space and simply touch. She felt her soul leave her body to sour around the room before joining his; Angel felt complete all her anguish and despair dissolved away to be replaced with a radiant peace. He was her destiny she was sure of it!

Dropping her eyes she flinched, what if she were wrong simply deluded as before, she had made so many costly mistakes, what if this were just another?

This was merely some handsome stranger one of the ones the girl she had met in the hairdressers had told her about a.. a pickup artist, she was needy and bereft an easy mark ..the girl had told her so.

Angélique started to tremble, can I trust my instincts, instincts that were simply screaming for her to forget her misgivings and to trust what they were clearly telling her?

From beneath her long lashes Angel watched him close the distance between them until he was standing at her table; her doubts disappeared as she came within his powerful aura and then he smiled a smile so warm she felt it wrap around her like a soft caress. Flustered at what she had clearly seen mirrored in their hazel depths she lowered her eyes as if burned fingers twisting in her lap.

Taking a second to gather her composure, like a moth to a flame she couldn’t help but raise them once again to his as he began to speak in his cultured tones. "Forgive my intrusion; I just had to say something to a woman of such evocative elegance as yourself. May I join you?" Angel almost glanced around, evocative elegance, her? She could feel herself blushing and dragged her eyes away from his again, in a low and husky voice she answered, “Please do,” indicating that he should indeed sit.

The silence stretched, mere seconds but to Angel an eternity as she felt herself almost blending into him, it was as if the table between them had dissolved, she could imagine his naked skin on hers, feel his heat, his raw passion. She bit down on her lip and tried to ignore the images, to force some words to surface, some witty dialogue, something other than the thoughts she was really thinking! Say something she told herself, anything!

Finally, she raised her eyes to his again only to become lost in the depths of his enigmatic gaze, drawn towards him once again. She opened her mouth to speak and a single word escaped soft as the breath of a cloud a barely audible...“Master.”

Her hand covered her mouth as if to press it back, praying he had not heard the softly spoken declaration. Her huge eyes widened, smiling brightly she launched into speech as if nothing untoward had happened. Like a lyrical brook her soft words fell tumbling over one another in their haste, “ I am Angelique, this is my home now…would you care to join me in a glass of wine… it is not real it has no alcohol.” Why on earth did you tell him that? “ May I know your name...do you live here too? ” Stop talking! she told herself, he will think you certifiable, he will leave.

"I am very pleased to meet you..." her magical voice trailed off and she glanced shyly across at him.

”Please forgive me when I am nervous I …well.”

Blushing prettily Angelique nervously fingered the long stem of her glass stroking its long length with a slender finger her touch not unlike a small intimate caress before speaking again her voice becoming firmer as if a decision had been worried over and finally made.

"Would you care to join me for supper?” Her voice lowered, “I have never done this before it is my very first time dining in a restaurant perhaps you would be kind enough and help me order?” There you go that sounded normal, like a free woman even.

As the ex-pleasure slave sought to reassure herself her guileless violet eyes found his once more, they were full of hope that he would understand somehow...

 

[Last_Rider]

Shawn smiled at the invitation, sitting across from her. He lost himself in her scent as he rested. It was subtle, but the scent caressed his body and in no time he was lost in the sensation of just smelling her. He didn't even realize he hadn't introduced himself yet, then she spoke.

Master?!

Had he heard that correctly? It can't be, he must have heard something. There was no way, this enchanting woman, it must have been his imagination. It had been a long time since he'd really connected with someone who could indulge that part of him, he must be imagining. Still, it tickled the back of his mind for a bit.

“ I am Angelique, this is my home now…would you care to join me in a glass of wine… it is not real it has no alcohol. May I know your name...do you live here too? ”

"I'm Shawn, very nice to meet you Angelique."

She lived here? Shawn briefly tried some mental math to figure out what that would run but quickly stopped. He didn't want to think too much about it. Suffice it to say she was apparently wealthy, and he did his very best to not think about it.

"I would love a glass, you're very kind. I'm across the street actually, though I've been meaning to look into this place. I like hotels for writing, they're so open, so unspoiled in many ways. If I try to write at home it all ends up sounding very similar because of the ambiance there. A place like this I can alter it to fit the mood of my story."

Shawn realized he was rambling a bit and stopped talking. He didn't seem to have put off Angelique, which instantly released the knot that had formed in his chest.

"Would you care to join me for supper? I have never done this before it is my very first time dining in a restaurant perhaps you would be kind enough and help me order?”

Shawn smiled.

"I would be honored. And don't worry, between the two of us we're quite nervous enough to cancel each others out."

Shawn held the menu up so they could both see it and began talking over the different meals with her. She was a very quick study, and her voice was like the dropping of soft water. The rest of the world seemed to have dissolved, it was only the two of them, talking and smiling.

It didn't take long for them to settle on what they wanted to eat and were soon relaxing, drinking the non-alcoholic beverage and just enjoying each others company.

 

[yeishia]

Angeline was delighted when he accepted her invitation to join her for super and even more so when he pulled his chair around the small table so that could more easily share the menu. She was very nervous at first but he soon put her at ease. He exuded am aura of quiet strength which Angelique responded to for some reason, he made her feel safe.

That feeling had been missing in these past days, everything was so new so alien, she was now the mistress of her own destiny and frankly the prospect she found daunting. He had mentioned feeling nervous himself but she had quickly realized that it was just his way of placing her at ease.

She listened her head tilted slightly to one side as he told her a little about himself, his name was Shawn and he was a writer somehow both titbits pleased her. It wasn’t long before he has her totally at ease teaching her the subtleties of reading a menu and putting together a balanced meal. It was the very first time she found herself not second guessing her responses. With her first Master her opinion hadn’t mattered she had existed in a world of silence, with Edward she was always aware that he evaluated her every word almost it seemed to her as if he were checking their appropriateness as was befitting to her station as his slave. It made for lonely one-sided conversations when they did have them. This was a rare treat for Angelique.

Shawn seemed to be genuinely interested in her responses, consequently time passed quickly and it wasn’t long before they were seated in front of a most glorious meal eating in companionable silence. Well Angelique may have been silent but in reality she was inwardly struggling with what she would say next. He had told her a little about himself, she knew she should reciprocate, that he would expect perhaps to know more about her life; how much could or should she tell him? This man wasn’t a Dominant he would never understand if she told him the absolute truth.

Try not to worry, she told herself, you will probably never see him after tonight, after all he was probably used to far more sophisticated females in the world from which he came. That thought dismayed her giving her pause... there was something about the male seated beside her that was calling to her inner-submissive, the one she was desperately trying to eradicate.

Angel did not want him to simply disappear from her life even though she knew she was not suited to be the partner of such a man.

As they began their desert he asked the dreaded question, “Tell me a little about yourself Angelique, what is a beautiful woman such as yourself doing residing in a hotel such as this? “

The ex-pleasure slave almost choked on her strawberry smiling sheepishly as she recovered. “It is a long story, I am recently separated from someone I …well I do not have a home of my own right now and so this is where I am staying... until. ” Until? she had fully expected Edward to come back for her that this had been merely a test of sorts but as the days passed she was starting to realize that this was not to be so. A solitary tear slipped from Violet eyes suddenly turned dull with anguish which she hastily brushed it away blushing prettily.

“I do so want a small home of...of my very own, by the ocean... secluded somewhere lush and tropical, " she rushed on. " but frankly I simply have no idea of how to go about finding one…I… well … I suppose until now I have lead a ... a sh..sheltered life. Edward my former … er … boyfriend took care of everything when I was His.”

Her hand flew to her mouth and her eyes to his when she realized what she had said. When his face remained impassive she smiled and took a hasty sip of the coffee which had just arrived; of course he wouldn’t understand the implications of her stammered words.

The hotel band started playing a soft romantic song and she whispered ,”I do know how to dance.”

Angelique you are simply hopeless, she chided herself keeping her eyes now firmly on the cup she was holding in a semi-death grip her small white knuckle’s betraying her inner turmoil. You have no business pretending to be a free woman, you are submissive, you would be best served trying to find others of your kind!

She would loose another, of this she was very certain, and before she had even gotten a chance to know more of him!

 

[Last_Rider]

Shawn was immensely enjoying Angelique's company. Even just quietly eating together, it was relaxed and natural. The food was very good, and things seemed to be going well. This was the most comfortable Shawn had felt in a really long time, here with this woman who he barely knew. When she started answering questions about herself she became hesitant again, stumbling a bit over the words. She wasn't used to talking about herself.

When she talked about what she wanted he smiled. It was a nice mental picture she painted, and he was suddenly and profoundly struck by the image of her wearing a wispy long white shirt that was pressed against her frame by a tropical breeze as she looked out over the ocean.

"I understand, house hunting is a royal pain in the ass. I'd be more than happy to help out. Assuming you want my help and company of course."

The last was rushed a little, he had slipped slightly into his dominant mode. Making assumptions, giving soft orders or suggestions without considering her that much. With a submissive it was fine, he made sure he knew them and took their thoughts into consideration, but here it wasn't right. He shouldn't simply make assumptions about her like that.

A bright smile hit his face when she mentioned dancing. The music was soft and romantic, perfect for slow close dancing. Shawn felt that was the best kind, mostly because it was easy and close. He pushed his chair back from the table and stood, offering one hand to Angelique.

"Since you know how to dance, would you like too? It would be my honor."

It took effort not to simply take one of her small hands and lead her to the dance floor, but he forced himself to restrain those impulses. He'd scare her off if he behaved like that, and he certainly didn't want her scared. He wanted to see her again.

 

[yeishia]

Angelique took hold of his hand smiling softly as he guided her towards the dance floor one of his larger hands splayed across her lower back a fiery brand through the soft sheer fabric. The music was soft and sultry and without thinking she molded her sensuous form to his almost as if it belonged there, her yin the perfect complement to his yang.

The unsettled girl sighed in contentment as she rested her cheek on his strong chest truly wishing she could stay in the circle of his arms forever and simply not have to worry about tomorrow at all.

Right now she felt safe for the first time in days.

Looking up into his eyes she ventured. “I would love some help in finding a new home if you have the time. I feel so lost in this new world I have find myself in...I,” her soft voice trailed off and she averted her eyes suddenly confused by the sudden emotions overwhelming her, she knew that she simply couldn't cope with this new life the cruel fates had handed her.

Angelique stumbled in her confusion inadvertently pressing closer still to the stranger in whose arms she found herself. Startled by the intimate contact she met his eyes once more hers deep pools of naked pain. The lovely fragile woman had looked terribly vulnerable as she had made her whispered confession now she looked like a frightened doe who at any moment might simply flee the scene...

 

[Last_Rider]

The music was soft and slow, Shawn kept his hands on her waist. It felt right, beyond right, perfect. The rest of the world seemed to slowly melt away until it was just himself and Angelique swaying to the music. He fought down the mental image of her with a collar about her neck, moving through his house adorned with that and nothing else. This wonderful woman had been hurt, she didn't need to be frightened of him too.

Her face rested against his chest, and Shawn lost some of his battle. His arms moved up and held her close. Angelique called to the core of his very being, to be protected, cradled, adored. His head drifted down, resting on top of hers, inhaling her scent. She smelled better than any flower he'd ever been around.

“I would love some help in finding a new home if you have the time. I feel so lost in this new world I have find myself in...I,”

Shawn looked down into her eyes, surprised at what he saw. Such pain. No one should have to bear that much pain. He felt her trembling against him, could look into her soul through those expressive eyes.

"I'd be honored to assist in any way I can."

Shawn smiled into her eyes. Angelique deserved to be safe, and he would do everything he could to deliver that to her. Even if he had to hide his more Dominant urges from her. He was suddenly overcome with the urge to kiss her. Shawn slowly leaned in, one hand under her chin now, keeping her eyes to his.

"You have nothing to fear from me Angelique."

His lips touched softly, sweetly, and only for a moment to hers. He wanted the kiss to last forever, but he didn't let it. He didn't need to startle her, it was meant as a reassuring gesture. When their lips parted he smiled at her again.

"I know a good real estate agent who will always make time for me. We could set something up for this week, I know she's free. Would Wednesday be good for you?"

Shawn didn't want to come off as controlling, but he was getting the sense that this exquisite woman wasn't used to dealing with the world, and he hoped she wouldn't be offended if he took something of the lead here. Shawn was a protective dominant, and even if all he ever did for Angelique was help, his instincts wouldn't allow him to do anything less than his best for her.

 

[yeishia]

As his arms went around her slender form its seemed as if Angelique melted even more into his virile form, they were a blended pair as they swayed as one to the sensual music which surrounded and enveloped them both.

Twin heartbeats slowed becoming one.

When he agreed to help her find a home she softly smiled.

When his lips touched her small frizzons of desire trailed down deep into her soft lower belly ... they were lazy meanderings of pure pleasure causing her to lower her guard once again and bite down softly on her full lower lip.

This didn't feel like a mistake... If it were then so be it! Mistakes are how one learned her Nana had told her often enough

In the world of servitude however, the young girl had quickly and effectively learned that mistakes were not tolerated, they were simply punished.

Angelique shivered in remembrance...

"You have nothing to fear from me Angelique." He told her his sincere eyes holding hers filled with sincerity and some thing more? Angelique smiled up into his hazel eyes as she thought this through some more. She was mistress of her own destiny right? she liked this man very much ..he felt right.

It was almost as if a small tumbler turned and something clicked into place.

It did feel right, she would trust him!

The former pleasure slave stood up on tippy toes within the circle of his arms to return his kiss, the pressure of her lips a sensuous invitation.

No words were spoken, Angelique had left it up to him to decide upon the nature of her invitation...

 

[Last_Rider]

Shawn felt a soft thrill in his chest when Angelique caught her bottom lip with her teeth. It was such a wonderful picture, it took an effort not to lean down and kiss her, but something within him held back. There was something fragile about this woman that made him want to take it slow.

Then she leaned up and kissed him.

Sparks flew before Shawn's eyes as those wonderful, soft, sensual lips touched his. She sparked something within him, a molten heat that swirled within him until the soft but inviting kiss broke. When it did he looked into her eyes, and saw the invitation in her kiss mirrored there in those wonderful violet depths. She was inviting him, well, letting him choose but she wasn't averse to something happening.

"You are beautiful Angelique. Take me to your room. Please."

The please was an afterthought almost, something he had to remind himself to say, because this wonderful woman was calling to his inner dominant. Slow, he reminded himself. One hand left her waist and looped through her arm, slowly, gently, leading her from the dance floor and towards the elevators in the lobby.