His Angel by Samantha Cole Page B

legs and she didn't hesitate to answer him. "Oh God, Ian. Yes, please."
    Cupping her chin, he waited until he had her complete attention. "Say it, Angel. I want to hear you say it. I need to know you understand what you're agreeing to. And if we are going to play, I want you to call me 'Sir.'"
    Angie hesitated this time. Was this really what she wanted? Her mind and body were screaming at her to tell him anything which would make him kiss her, touch her, and do anything he wanted to her.
    “It’s one thing to say 'yes' to me, but I need for you to say the words yourself. I won't go any further until you tell me exactly what you want. I need to know we’re on the same page here.”
    This was a big step she was taking but she knew if she didn't take it, she would regret it for a very long time. "Yes, Sir. Please make me cum. Please give me a taste and show me what it's like to be your submissive.
    He ran his thumb along her jawline, leaving a tingling in its wake. "It will be my pleasure, Angel, and all yours too. Now, I want you to go into your bedroom, undress completely and lie down naked in the middle of your bed on your back. You have three minutes to do that for me before I follow you." When she hesitated again, he lowered his voice and added, "The clock is ticking, sweetheart."
    She jumped off his lap and hurried to her bedroom before she could change her mind. Fumbling with the catch which was holding her dress in place at the back of her neck, she was ready to rip it apart before, all of a sudden, it released under her trembling hands. Letting the entire garment fall from her body to the floor, she kicked it out of the way and added her thong and stockings to the pile. She climbed atop her queen-size bed and she situated herself as he'd ordered, propping her head on her pillow. And then she waited.
    * * *
    Athos paced back and forth in the one room studio apartment he'd rented in New Orleans. He took another gulp of water from a bottle and willed the last of the cocaine out of his system. Why anyone would freely put this junk in their body was still beyond him. The only reason it was pumping through his veins and cells at the moment was because his other choice was a bullet in his brain. If it wasn't for Angie, he would've preferred the bullet.
    He'd gotten lucky and ran into a guy who knew him back in the day when he was U/C in the southeast. After spending the night pretending to get drunk with the asshole, he had his in to the underground drug business of the city. After a few minor league illegal activities he got the chance to meet Manny Melendez. He was one of the local cartel leaders and the guy probably responsible for the deaths of Aaron and his family.
    It was obvious the scumbag was nervous about anyone new walking into his operation. But between some recent arrests and gang-related deaths of his minions, he was in need of new hands willing to get a little dirty. So, Athos had a choice at their meeting–powdered crap or a hollow-nosed bullet up his nose.
    After Melendez was satisfied with his recruit, the two of them and five other pieces of shit went to release a little of their temporary superman energy brought on by the drugs. Melendez wanted to send a message to an up-and-coming gang and took it out on a few wanna-be bangers they’d found a few blocks into Melendez's territory. If Athos had to beat the crap out of someone to maintain his cover, at least the mouthy little punks deserved it.
    Now as he was coming down off his high, the few cuts and bruises he’d received in the brawl were making themselves known. But with the coke in his system, he didn't want to add anything else, whether it be OTC drugs or alcohol. He flopped down on the bed and fumbled with TV remote until he found a ballgame to watch. Who was playing, he didn't know or care, as long as there was a familiar noise in the background.
    He closed his eyes and thought of Angie. He knew it was the right thing to have someone watching