Destroying Angel by Sam Hastings Read Free Book Online Page A

Annabella’s midriff, the shaved lips of her pussy directly level with her eyes. Annabella was dressed much as she had been in the picture: a neat leather corset covering her waist, breasts and hips bare. Coiled-up hair, severe make-up and lace gloves that left her red-taloned fingers bare completed the image. Paulette squinted as she looked up into her mistress’s eyes. Annabella gave a light, scornful laugh and moved a step closer, her bare pussy just inches from Paulette’s face. A musky, feminine scent caught Paulette, adding to her excitement.
    ‘I think we should start with an acknowledgement of your status,’ Annabella remarked, casually. ‘Let me see, now… Yes, you can kiss my anus. A bit of a privilege, really, but as you are about to be beaten anyway, I suppose it’s acceptable.’
    Annabella turned, presenting Paulette with a neatly rounded bottom, the cheeks high and firm. Slowly, deliberately, Annabella pulled them apart and bent forward. Paulette opened her mouth, wetting her lips at the sight of what she was about to be made to kiss. Shaved, like her pussy, Annabella’s bottom-hole was set in a corona of flesh a shade darker than the delicate cream of her skin elsewhere. Tiny lines ran together between bumps of soft flesh, joining to form the dark crease of the actual hole, like lips pursed for a kiss.
    Paulette gulped as Annabella pushed her bottom back another inch. She hesitated, feeling unsure of what she was about to do, then poked her tongue out. This was it, the moment she kissed another woman’s anus – something she felt was appropriate for her and something she’d often fantasised over, but something she’d never actually done. Now she was going to show her subjugation to Annabella, kissing and licking her bottom while Susan watched. Still she hesitated, Annabella’s scent rich in her nostrils, her anus half an inch away from Paulette’s mouth.
    ‘Do it,’ Annabella ordered sternly.
    Her voice overwhelmed Paulette’s last reserve. Shutting her eyes and trembling, she pressed her face between Annabella’s buttocks, kissing the tight little hole, then again, pressing her lips hard against it, licking, inserting her tongue, licking again, frantic for more now that she’d given in to her desire.
    Annabella pulled away suddenly, laughing as she turned around. She sank to her haunches and lifted Paulette’s chin with a finger.
    ‘Beat me,’ Paulette begged, hearing the passion in her own voice.
    ‘Patience, my sweet,’ Annabella said, looking full into Paulette’s eyes. ‘All in good time.’
    She smiled coolly and tilted Paulette’s chin up a little more before continuing. ‘I just wanted you to know, slut, that never, no matter how excited I was, would I ever do what you have just done. How does that make you feel?’
    ‘Dirty, mistress,’ Paulette answered softly, drawing another silky laugh from Annabella.
    ‘Good,’ Annabella said as she rose, ‘but we mustn’t leave Susan out, must we, Susan?’
    Susan shook her head meekly from her kneeling position. Paulette watched in fascinating as Annabella went through the same ritual with her friend, presenting her bottom, opening her cheeks and pushing them out. Susan kissed with a willingness that surprised Paulette. Susan’s eyes were open as she nuzzled her face between Annabella’s buttocks. Annabella, too, clearly took more than just a mental pleasure in the act, closing her eyes and sighing as Susan’s tongue found her anus.
    There was an expression of utter bliss on Susan’s face as she drew away, acting to remove the slight trace of guilt that Paulette had felt at obeying Annabella’s command so readily.
    ‘Fetch a whip, Susan,’ Annabella commanded, once more moving out of Paulette’s range of vision. ‘As she was beaten only recently, I shall be merciful. Pass me the cat with the suede thongs.’
    Paulette felt her breathing quicken once more as Susan rose quickly and disappeared. There was a faint click