This is a continuation of Angela and Devin's story. You can read more about Angela and Devin in my other submissions. They are written out of time sequence, but each story can stand alone. Chronologically this encounter occurs immediately after "Angela Meets Devin." In this story Angela learns what she has been missing all her life.
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Angela leaned against her door watching his broad shoulders as he walked away from her. She felt curiously angry with him for leaving her like that, with her lips still feeling the brand of his mouth, her heart thundering in her chest.
For the third time she wondered what is was about this man, she had only met him this afternoon and she was ready to surrender everything to him. His last words, "I must have you. You will be mine." echoed in her ears. There was nothing she wanted more right at that moment.
Straightening and giving herself a shake she turned and let herself into her apartment. It was late but she was not the slightest bit sleepy. She carefully hung up all the clothes she had gotten out when she had dressed for her dinner out with Devin. Then she got out her journal and wrote of her experiences of the day, marveling how boring and routine her entries had been up to today.
She did not shower, just pulled on a soft nightgown and tried to sleep. She lay there for what seemed like an hour, though her alarm clock said only ten minutes had passed by. She sighed in frustration and reaching to her nightstand she got out the small vibrator that had helped her sleep so many times before. It was nothing gross just a small massager. Normally an orgasm for her was nothing more that a quick spasm of pleasure, more of a disappointment than the mythical crashing waves of ecstasy she had read about in romance novels. More often than not she felt empty and sad afterward but she craved the sense of lassitude that crept over her after it was over.
This time as the tiny vibrating head of the massager glided over her she was surprised at how wet she was, the vibrations seemed to penetrate her more deeply than she had ever experienced before. A soft moan escaped her lips. Her thoughts strayed to Devin, how he smelled, how his lips felt on hers. Her hand cupped and then crushed her breast to her chest. She could feel the heat and tension growing in her belly and thighs, her loins trembling and jerking, She cried out his name as her orgasm swept over her, longer and more intense than any she had ever had before. She lifted the little vibrator and gazed at it in wonder.
The next morning, she wore a pair of form hugging denim jeans, a crisp white blouse, and a pair of good walking shoes. She wore her sleeves turned up to show off the leather bracelets he had asked her to wear the night before. She had opted to wear her hair in a pony tail and her curls hung down her back.
Her breath caught in her throat when she opened her door to him. He was wearing some worn jeans, and a work shirt. He smiled and once again gestured for her to turn around for him. She gleefully spun. As she turned to face him once more he gripped her waist and pulled her to him. "You should be warned I made no promises to be a gentleman today."
"Then I am in grave peril, for you are a very dangerous man."
He laughed and kissed her on her forehead, ran his hands down and cupped her ass, and then just as quickly gave her a firm swat. She yipped and giggled. "You like that, don't you." It wasn't a question.
On the ride to the first property he seemed fascinated with her hair, holding her close to his chest, running his fingers through the unruly curls of her pony tail. It did not take long before he had tangled his fingers in her curls, he tried to get free without pulling muttering in surprise. She laughed and grabbing his wrist firmly she tore her hair free using a fair amount of force, snapping off numerous strands. "Beware my hair, it is a Medusa laying in wait to capture those emboldened by its promise of beauty and comfort."
"Didn't that hurt when you pulled?"
"When you grow up with a mop like mine you learn early to ignore the pain. Its the only way to tease out any tangles. It takes a lot of discipline to make it behave."
He wondered if she was deliberately teasing him, or if she was unconscious of her provocative words. Either way she was practically screaming submissive to him.
He took her hands in his and brought her wrists with their leather straps to his lips. "Thank you for wearing these."
"I like the way they look. Why are they important to you?"
"Angela, my little innocent, do you actually not know what these are?" She blushed and shook her head. "They are bondage toys, lovers use them to tie each other up." A long shudder shook her frame, her eyes wide. She swallowed. "You have never played that game with a lover?" She blushed deeper and shook her head wordlessly, her eyes staring fascinated at the leather bands on her wrists.
He left her mind explore the possibilities, changing the subject to the property they were approaching. It was an old abandoned garment district factory. A Realtor was waiting to open up the property and began to extol the possibilities of this property. Devin impatiently told him that he did not want the distraction of his sales pitch and directed him to wait for them outside. He got a long brutal looking crowbar and a flashlight from the trunk of the car.
He took a small digital camera from his pocket and handed it to her. "You can be in charge of photography. Don't be shy, take pictures of everything. Are you afraid of rats?"
"Yes, sort of, but I won't scream and climb up on a chair, if thats what you mean."
He took her arm and led her into the dark cavernous interior. "I looked over the floor plan this morning. The first floor is retail space, the second devoted to offices, the top four floors are open."
He took her first to the access door to the basement. "I always check the basement first. If there is any problems with the foundation it would be a waste of time to look at the rest of the building." The basement was dark and it took a few minutes before he found the switches for the lights, but even with the lights on, it was dim with many dark and ominous shadows. Something scrabbled and moved somewhere in the darkness. She instinctively moved closer to him. "Rats, there are always rats in these buildings. No matter where you go in the world, the rats take over the old buildings." She nodded and focused her attention on taking pictures. One room made her yelp a little scream when he turned on the lights and dozens of dusty manikins appeared out of the darkness. "Are you frightened?"
She shook her head, but she had to concentrate to keep her hands from trembling as she took pictures of the things he pointed out: water stains, cracks, broken pipes, debris to be cleaned out. Once they were done with the basement, they explored all the other floors. The top four floors were totally open with lots of natural light coming through the dirty windows. Angela smiled in delight at the open space after the gloom and dirt of the smaller rooms below. She began to skip and dance across the space, finally stopping in the center and slowly spinning.
At first he just stood back smiling watching her play, but soon he approached and took her in his arms, pressing the length of her body against his. She melted against him, her eyes on his, expectant, flushing in anticipation. She rose on her toes so her eyes were even with his, the slightest tremble shook its way through her. "Angela, tell me what you want."
At first his question confused her. She didn't want anything from him. She turned her head quizzically, "Want? I don't want anything."
