Angelic Delight

Chapter 1

“Did you find her?” my concern is escalating, the goosebumps seem to be jumping along my skin and that dark voice is back laughing at me, ‘Why do you have a pet little one if you are unable to care for the beast?’ Shaking my head I look towards my best friend of five years, Jessica, “no babes not seen her” her eyes penetrate me as if they are searching my soul for the answer to lives deep dark secrets, “let me go home and I will see if she is hunting through my basement again for her treats” with that Jessica spins on the balls of her feet like a ballerina and high tails it out of my backyard. Worrying over Jeska seems to be a lifelong hobby of mine since she crossed my path six years ago. I was in Central Park running off some frustration before heading to work, yet another job my foster parents were not happy with, punching the air as I slowly ran, lost in thought when I felt a heat on my lower right thigh, ignoring the heat thinking it was a slow burn I had been craving to help push me just that little further I felt a shiver run down my spine when the dark voice spoke to me again ‘ I see you found a new friend little one, are the Russians still thinking they can take what belongs to me?’ Stopping in my tracks a heavy lump falls into my thighs and whimpers, turning around then looking to the ground I notice a Rottweiler pup he seems malnourished and too small for a puppy. Crouching down my hand runs over his fur, or what fur there is left, to see if there are any broken bones. The whimpering he lets loose from his mouth confirms something isn’t right, no broken bones but I can see let alone feel his rib cage, the missing fur looks as if he was either in a fight or burned from his body yet something nagging at me tells me to take him home.

While lost in thought my phone vibrates with a message from Jessica;

Jessica  Found her, she was in the basement covered in mud and s**t, yes I said s**t…. Smells like she got into the farmers’ fields again playing with the cows. Once she has finished eating her food I will bathe her and bring her around…..Relax Cat she is fine, no broken bones….

Me  Thanks babes, see you tomorrow.

As I said that beast is going to be the death of me. This new house has been mine for close to a month now, I knew moving to this house was a great idea, the garden his too large for me to maintain so I asked a local builder to build a few outhouses where I can use one as a gym another as a workshop and a special building for the Jeska, also known as ‘The Beast’, hoping she will be happy to have her own little home, we can lock the door but allow her to still see everything because there will be a door made of steel bars in place of a regular doggy door. Her house is nearly completed so she will have no excuse soon. Sitting on the deck with the glass of Suomi coffee in my hand, my mind is preparing for the night's work ahead of me. Working for the Russians has its ups and downs but lately, I feel as if they are preparing to do something I may not like, and considering I have a lack of morals that is saying something. They took me in not long after Jeska came into my life, foster parents wouldn’t allow me to adopt Jeska which was the final straw for me, so the two of us lived on the streets for a while, it wasn’t going to be long until I aged out of the system anyway so what was a few months here or there?. Mikkel found me, after a few weeks of courting me, let’s call it that shall we, he offered me a roof over my head, regular income as well as his protection, little did I know he was Bratva, second in command at the time to the Motherland but now he is head of Bratva here in the good ole U.S .of A. 

‘She comes little one, she looks as if she has had her feast.’ Ignoring his words as well as the thrill that rushes through my body, has become second nature to me, but he has his uses because he seems to know things before I do so I tend to use him as my alarm system but I still think I am a man trapped in a woman’s body why else would my consciousness be talking to me in a deeply seductive, thick with a s****l desire, voice?

“Hello beast” laughing as my hands scratch the back of Jeska’s head while her tongue laps at my face leaving thick saliva across my jawline and lips “Ewww bad girl” pushing her away from me trying to wipe the wetness from my lips “how many times have I told you NOT MY LIPS” she doesn’t care, she just jumps on me, using her front two paws pushes my shoulders until I am flat on my back laughing while she loves on me.

Sitting at the bar with my back straight, shoulders back right leg crossed over my left legs knee not only am I incredibly uncomfortable, thank you victorian bone corset for ensuring my body does not slouch, but I have to hold a conversation with Mikkel without rolling my eyes because his eyes are still playing between my lower plump lip and heaving white as snow breasts. 

“Мои глаза не только здесь, но и губы не опухли,  My eyes are not only up here, but my lips are not swollen” even though I am speaking to him with a firm but in a teasing voice, his mother tongue is used so not to offend him. Sure he is my boss and the closest male role model I have to a father but he is still my capture. His eyes slowly slither down my body and rest for a few seconds too long on my fishnet covered knee, placing his warm hand firmly upon my knee, his eyes peruse back up along my body until they are locked with my eyes

“Вы не доминируете надо мной, Катори, you do not dominate me Catori” he reminds me with a smirk on his face, a squeeze of my knee, “ Сделай мне деньги, тогда я покажу тебе настоящую доминанту, Make me money, then I show you true dominant”

Inhaling deeply, mentally kicking myself when my breasts are brought back to his attention, my right hand slides seductively across my right leg to rest upon his palm, where my fingers curl into his palm leaving deep impressions from my fake nails. Smiling sweetly at the sharp intake of his breath my sickenly sweet voice draws his eyes to my lips while I deliver my threat,

“Если вы снова коснетесь создателя денег без разрешения, вы потеряете больше, чем ваша рука ... Босс, You touch the money maker without permission again, you will lose more than your hand...Boss” brushing his hand from knee I slide off the stool to stand a few millimeters from his nose, inhaling the disgusting smell of Vodka and cigars my left cheek skims across his left cheek allowing for my lips to gently move as I whisper into his ear “We both know the only reason you will never call me to heal, is because I am the best” not bothering to wait for his reply I dramatically turn on my heel and head down into the dungeon for my next appointment.

His ass is as red as a cherry, legs shaking while the beads of sweat are falling off his body. I probably shouldn’t be taking my frustrations out on him but he isn’t a paid customer so who the f**k cares. Simon and I met on the streets when I was seventeen years old, he was the first male to sit beside me under that fateful bridge and NOT make any s****l advances at me. For a few years I thought he was gay or at the least A s****l, then I caught him balls deep inside a w***e while she had a strange-looking but plug protrude from her rose hole, ball gag in her mouth, and wrist bound behind her back with a strange-looking material. Year after this discovery Simon took me to central park where he decided it was time to have a big brother conversation with his little sister, yes that broke my heart when it hit me I had not been friend-zoned but family zoned and worse little sister zoned, I may have partaken in a few illegal events no to mention showed I do not have many morals being sister zoned crossed a line I don’t think even I can cross (still early days though ladies and gentlemen). Simon had noticed my fascination for following him to the slums he took his woman, where I would watch him abuse his lady friends and wanted ‘The Talk’ seeing as it was extremely obvious based on my reactions to his s*x life that I had never had the conversation with my mom;

“Kid, I know you have been following and watching me f**k the whores” releasing a long sigh his eyes move towards me to gauge my reaction, the deep seductive laughter surrounding us shows he is as free with his s****l exploits as I wish I could be.

“Sorry I had no idea you knew I was following you” even though I am happy he isn’t mad with me I still feel the shame of not only watching but being turned on by watching him treat these women the way he does

Kid, watch and learn” he smirks with that teasing look in his eye

“Not really but isn’t making love meant to be private between you and your ladies?” oh s**t look I can pull off the sweet and bashful act of an innocent woman, who knew

“Oh...my...god…..” not only is he laughing at me but he is trying to breathe through the laughter “babe I can smell you are still a virgin, hell I have been ensuring anyone who touches you without my permission will have their d**k sliced off and fed deep into their asshole, strung from the gates of hell and fed on by the hellhounds slowly “ the anger on his face is f*****g scary yet darky arousing that not only has he been keeping me sexually safe on the streets but that he is that protective of me, does this mean he is waiting for my twenty-first birthday before he has me? He sighs deeply, turns his head to take a long hard look at me, “don’t bullshit me, Kid, we know you’re not that f*****g innocent” with those words I can hear a strange tone in his voice but disregard it

Relaxing into the chair my head shakes while my eyes take in my surroundings, even though Simon is with me I have learned over the years to still keep an eye on my surroundings this is thanks to Mikkel and his infatuation with me. “What are we doing here Simon, besides you trying to humiliate me over my innocence, don’t you think having Mikkel sniffing around my body is humiliating enough”  oh yea I didn’t realize this was a trigger for Simon but that growl is a deadly warning but not to be

“We’ll get into that soon enough, right now I want to know how it made you feel seeing me like that” how he switches his emotions like a light switch is fascinating, would he teach me? This means a lot to him, he is wanting to make sure I can take care of myself. The research was done into what I had seen, oh s**t does he know I did that too? May as well be honest with him, I do trust him with my life after all and it isn’t like I have anyone else in my life to help me, the last thing I want is to be another face on a milk carton. So my back is straightened, body turned so my legs are folded under me and he has my full attention “my panties were wet, my n*****s were sore and I couldn’t help waking up every night for a few months after panting with wet sheets.”I watch him closely for any sign of disgust “there is that honest and blunt enough for you, big brother” the condescending look on my face tells him all he needs to know

“Brat” he grins at me. “From today you are to stop researching online, you are twenty-one in a few weeks, we are going out for your birthday. I will send your outfit, someone to help with your clothes and makeup” he leans in closer to me, “but you are NOT to research any longer “ taps me on the nose before leaving me with one last bit of information “also we are never having s*x, I have lines I will not cross. You have one year to explore in the world I am about to introduce you to then you will have a chastity belt across that sweet innocent skin of yours with me as the gatekeeper” with that he stands, kisses the top of my head, and vanishes into the wind. Did he just threaten me with a chastity belt? Knowing him it will be gilded too. Knowing I needed time to process this information I head back to the apartment Simon had rented for me.

Knowing I was lost in my head while punishing Simon guilt washing over me. Standing before him my hand reaches out to pet his soaking wet hair. Brushing his hair from his sinfully gorgeous face a deep inhale is drawn in then let loose. “Simon, why do allow this? why do you never use your safe word?” this is usually how our session begins its end. Stepping away from him allowing his head to hang while my eyes peruse over the position he is in, over the years we have adapted the first scene I witness with him and the w***e. His wrist is bound with barbed wire, just like he did with the w***e, only we do not swap out the wire for each session. All the tools we use to play are stored securely in a vault that is reused without cleaning for each session which usually happens a week before my upcoming birthday. This time his body is relaxing (if you can call it relaxing) over a spanking horse, with his head in the stocks, legs kept apart by the spreader bar, and his c**k attached to a hook that is also attached to a lock on the ground which is then wrapped around a steak. The butt plug is the same one he would use with the whores. Turns out the butt plug is a vibrating plug designed to look like a d**k has been penetrating the rose hole. We agreed I could take my frustration out on him knowing we have the bond we have and it is a safe space. It has always been his idea to reuse the toys without cleaning, no idea why because he still will not answer that one question, he also has a thing that I must always wear a catholic school girl uniform and not the kinky kind, he did go to an English school outfitters to buy me the uniform. Every session my body remains the same size except for my t**s, they seem to grow and stretch the fabric of the shirt, yet it doesn’t sexually affect him as it would with any other man. The last and important rule is that neither one of us is allowed to have an orgasm during and after these sessions, they are not for s****l gratification but for me to learn how to control my inner rage which builds thought out the year until a week before my birthday. The week before my birthday Simon has noticed I turn into something resembling a feral animal in heat, thinking these sessions would help ‘tame the beast’ rather than see the inside of jail this arrangement was created.

Walking into the private lounge I spot Simon sitting at a table with my glass of cold water, the club has a private lounge for couples who have played out a scene to relax and discuss the scene they have enjoyed. This gives the dom and sub time to discuss anything needed, the dominant can give aftercare to their submissive without being interrupted. Simon smiles at me while standing in a gentlemanly greeting. “How you feeling kid?”, settling into my seat feeling the most relaxed all year in my jeans, white T-Shirt, and sneakers I look at him with a glow on my face and relaxed shoulders “great, like I can take on the Bratva for another year, thank you” nodding to him while I sip on my water.

“Good, you’re ready” nodding to himself I can see the tension leave his shoulders, even though this was his idea and the club have taken an interest in the dynamics of our relationship he has always seemed tense after the session, the kind of tense that he is keeping a secret from me however he has never said I am ready. Looking over at him with confusion he seems to be nodding his head as if he is having a private discussion with himself, standing he brushes my cheek with his fingers, places a chaste kiss on the top of my head then steps around the table. The demeanor in his body is new to me not to mention confusing, hopefully, I am just acting like a love-sick woman and seeing something in this that isn’t there. No, I am not in love with Simon, after all these years that crush has vanished but I am still playing with my s****l identity. “This is not happening again, you are ready, next year you will begin wearing a chastity belt for the week leading up to your birthday. This will be the new normal until it is time for you to take your place” with that tone in his voice, the nod of his head as if he has finally delivered the message, he turns on his heels and begins to walk away from me. My jaw is open wide with shock, eyes are watering with confusion but then he turns and delivers one final blow “I will be the gatekeeper” he then leaves me stuck to the spot unsure of what just happened.