Page 71 of Angel

Afterwards, though… Angel knew Cage was already mentally shining up the chains in the cellar for two new guests.

Veronica was another story. While Angel wanted to make her hurt for hurting Aaron, she was Aaron’s mother. Aaron was constantly reminding everyone that she was a good mother. Her view on his sexuality was where the problem lay.

Homophobic or not, religious or not, the woman had stood by and watched her pastor beat her son with a cane.

A mother’s love should be unconditional and unwavering. Always.

If Bree came to Angel tomorrow and told her that she wanted to identify as a book hoarding dragon, Angel would certainly think it to be weird, but she’d also help Bree transform her room into a hoard room and buy her as many books as she wanted. Though she might have to set down the rule that all fire breathing be taken outside.

“What the fuck are you thinking about so hard?”

Angel looked up, startled by Cage’s voice. He was leaning against the doorframe of her office with one arm reaching casually up to grip the top frame. The position brought her attention to his muscular bicep and lifted his shirt just enough where she got a glimpse of his toned abs.

Her tongue traced her bottom lip at the sight.

As she lifted her eyes to his face, she saw his knowing smile. He knew exactly what he’d been doing when he’d taken that stance.

“I’m thinking about book hoarding dragons,” she answered honestly. “What are you thinking about?”

Cage raised an eyebrow but her odd answer did not deter him. He slowly lowered his arm and strode into the office, closing her door behind him. “I’m thinking about what a good boy I’ve been today and how I deserve a treat.”

“Good boy?” she questioned skeptically with a raised eyebrow. “You?”

He nodded. “I took Aaron for a ride around town. I even took him to the construction yard and showed him around work. Then we picked up Bree from school.” He rounded her desk. “She’s showing him around the studio and introducing him to your employees.” He pulled her rolling chair back and spun her so she was facing him. He leaned down onto the arms of her chair, placing his mouth right next to her ear. “I even ate all my veggies at lunch.”

A shiver ran through her at his breath on her skin, heating her insides. “I’m impressed,” she said, her voice low and husky. “You have been a good boy.”

Cage nodded against the side of her face. “A very good boy. And good boys get treats.”

Angel tried to keep the laugh out of her voice as she asked, “What treat did you have in mind?”

Cage moved back to look her in the eyes. Slowly, very slowly, he lowered himself onto his knees before her. The lower he got, the more soaked she felt her pussy get. Without breaking eye contact, he reached for her belt and started to undo the buckle.

Angel swallowed hard in anticipation. “Did you lock the door?” Her nipples were hard and sensitive against her bra. The friction only heightened her arousal.

He nodded.

Cage undid her button and lowered the zipper of her jeans. Angel lifted her ass enough for him lower her pants and drenched undies over her hips and down her legs. He didn’t move to take off her boots though. Instead, he brought her clothing down to her ankles and left them there.

“This okay?”

Angel appreciated his asking, though unnecessary. It hadn’t been that long ago that she’d been bound against her will and nearly raped. Her jeans around her ankles were a sort of bondage, but Angel also knew the difference. She trusted Cage. She loved Cage. The moment she said “stop”, he would with no hesitation or complaint.

Not that she had any plans of stopping him. Ever.

Cage shifted himself under her desk, looping her bound ankles over his shoulders. He worked himself through the circle her legs and jeans created until her legs were around his middle. He brought her butt closer to the edge of the seat, the action shifting her hips enough to give him a clear view of his treat.

And then he devoured her.

Angel threw her head back against the cushion of her office chair with a loud groan. Cage did not start off slow or coaxing. He latched onto her with a ferocity that bordered on wild. He sucked and lapped at her core like she was the only water source in the Sahara.

Angel’s fingers dug into his dirty blonde curls so hard she had to be hurting him, but he expressed no pain. He hooked his arms under her thighs, forcing his mouth even further against her.

“Oh fuck,” Angel groaned. She was already on the verge of an orgasm.

Cage gripped her hips tighter, his teeth scrapping over her overly sensitive bud. Angel’s passionate cry nearly drowned out the words from outside the door.

“Hey, Mom, have you seen Pops?”

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