Free Angela's Salvation by Michelle Hughes Page A

therapeutic.  She was the perfect escape for his sexual needs, and there was no worry about commitment.
    After getting her approval, he gave his driver the address. Usually his mind was filled with excitement as he drove to meet her, tonight he was more melancholy.  Tracy would fulfill every sexual need he had, and until tonight that had been enough.  For reasons that he knew had to do with a sweet little diva, he just wanted to release the sexual frustration that had built up over his week of self-denial.  The nightmares stayed away as long as he continued to enjoy his little games, so he normally didn't go more than a few days without them.  After five days he could only hope that Tracy was ready for all his frustrations.
    As they pulled up to her mansion, he knew she'd be waiting in their private little dungeon, kneeling and ready.  Her sleek body would be proudly on display in nothing but the diamond collar he'd given to her a few months after they agreed on this little arrangement.  As he made his way down the stairs he told his mind to focus on the woman he was here to dominate, and not the beautiful angel his body was longing for.
    Walking to his submissive, he stroked her silken hair, as he allowed his eyes to roam over the perfection of her form.  She was every man's wet dream and he wished that his body was responding to the incredible vision she made kneeling on the cool tile of the floor, but he wasn't even in the least bit excited.  Knowing what she needed, his fingers moved under the collar and pulled her to her feet with no tenderness.
    Walking with determined strands, he led her to the cross, and expertly buckled her wrists and ankles into the smooth leather cuffs waiting for his arrival.  Her slim form was stretched perfectly, and he allowed his hand to run over the silky smooth skin of her back and then her softly rounded ass.  Not one blemish marred her gorgeous flesh, and he hoped that by adding some color to those twin moons he would feel some desire.
    Leaving her attached to the cross, he walked over to a large wooden chest and pulled out a paddle.  It was one of her favorite toys, and he wanted her pleasure tonight, even if he found none in the act he was about to commit.  They rarely spoke in these sessions, and for once he was grateful for the silence.  With a perfection of skill he began warming her up with the paddle until she moaned for more and he allowed his strikes to become more forceful. 
    Her back arched into every fall of the leather paddle and her cries of contentment gave him some small amount of satisfaction.  A splash of rose tint now covered her ass, and he still felt no arousal at the sight.  Frustrated at his inability to feel, he reigned down the strokes harder against her flesh until she cried out in distress.  Immediately stopping, he caressed the silken mounds, and whispered soft words of praise for her pain.
    Releasing her wrists and ankles from their bonds, he pulled her into his arms to comfort her.  Normally he would take her after a paddling, but his body was just not in agreement tonight, so he walked her over to a large leather couch, arranged her body so her legs were splayed wide for his eyes, and walked back to the chest.  Removing a large dildo, he returned and pleasured her until she found release.
    "Is everything alright Master," she whispered softly in respect, having never known him not to fuck her after a session. 
    "Everything is fine, sweet girl, I'm afraid work is a little more stressful than usual this week and I'm not at my peak." Pulling the phallus from her clenching sex, he tossed it aside then pulled her into his arms, cuddling her.  He knew she would sterilize it after he left, and he needed to hold her to show that he cared about her well-being.
    "Sir you know if you need to talk, I am always here for you," glancing up with a smile she idolized this beautiful man and never wanted him to feel burdened.
    He caressed her hair and smiled