The Wicked End

New Jersey 2001

Frank bit back a moan and could feel his own pulse start to quicken as his back unconsciously arched and the ache bit into his shoulders. They were pulled back and up sharply, the metal digging into his wrists as the handcuffs pulled taught. He couldn’t see, thick black material covered his eyes and made every brush against his bare skin feel magnified and expanded. He was breathing a little harder than he would like but it felt somehow good to have no control, to be helpless.
The streak of cold seemed to rest against his nipple for an eternity before it was replaced with something warmer but still wet. He moaned louder at lips gently sucking on him, a tongue gliding over to replace the icy feeling with more heat and the sharp nip of teeth that added pain into the mix. He flexed against the cuffs and fought back the urge to move more, he knew his ankles were pinned too. The sensation moved across his chest and a warm hand glided down his ribs. There was no other body contact, there had been no need and Frank knew he was hard, painfully so and yet still that hand drifted no lower.
“Jesus…”
There was a brief giggle in his ear as the pleasure of warmth against his nipples was once again replaced with ice. It was an electric shock, his blindness causing the sensation to peak and trough as kisses against the pulse point in his neck fought with the chill. There was no fighting the demands of his body, he arched up in an effort to press against the warm body above his and was rewarded with another nip, this time against the tender flesh of his ear.
“Relax, always in such a hurry baby.”
“I can’t fucking relax!”
He knew the frustrated whine in his voice would amuse the person currently enticing the heat in his belly to grow by the second and it irritated and fevered his brain enough to tug harder on the cuffs. There would be marks left, reddened skin that might bruise but he wanted to be free of the restraints, to reach up and rip the blindfold free and retake the control that was his by right of both masculinity and his own dominant streak. That was currently about as likely as it was ridiculous. The sensation was just too good.
The fingers ceased and he felt fresh air as the bed lifted a little. He swung his head in a vain effort to gauge where his lover had gone before allowing himself a moment to breathe and readjust. Frank was no innocent, both men and women were numbered amongst his conquests and he considered himself a good lover but these new games had him flustered and he fucking hated it.
“Angel ? You better not fucking leave me like this!”
The bed shifted again and her body pressed itself against his side, a slow smile creeping over his face as lips again fluttered over his chest. This time she did touch him, her fingers wrapping around his shaft and gently manipulating him until he was moaning again and the metal around his wrists pulled tight on the wooden headboard. It was good, too damn fucking good and he tried not to let the mental pictures in his head of her lithe body push him over the edge.
“FUCKING BITCH!”
The flick of the lighter had barely registered but Frank knew what a naked flame against flesh felt like and the fact that it appeared to be his chest that was now burning made the pleasure in his groin fade into the background. For a moment the heat grew as he bucked before being replaced by soothing cold and the return of the ice and the warm hand still working him. Frank’s breath was ragged, the pain blending with the return of the glow.
“Pleasure and pain, its all one big mix Frankie. Don’t you think ?”
There was a mocking tone in his voice that caused him to growl and Angel delighted in the pout that played across his features. She liked fucking him, he was strong and energetic with plenty of skill for a young man. The other one had more of a brutal streak and it had been a dare from Mikey that had set this up. He had said that Frank would never let her tie him down and she had disagreed. Ten bucks would be coming her way with the photographic proof she had already extracted from the situation.
“I…..shit, I don’t care right now.”
He smiled, able to acknowledge that the pain had excited him more than he expected. She kissed the raw mark on his chest before igniting the flame again. This time he was ready for it, bracing himself at the sound and allowing only a small hiss of pain to escape his lips. Angel allowed the flame a few seconds more before soothing it with the ice cube that was fast melting in her hands. His pain was making her damp and seeing any sign of vulnerability was more than she needed to get a kick from his utter helplessness.
“Please…”
The plea, his surrender, was exquisite. It was more than enough to make the lighter be discarded and the remains of the ice pressed against his lips. She allowed him to suck the water hungrily from her fingertips, moving across his body lightly so that she straddled him. Her warmth rested against his balls, enough to tease him further without finally giving in to the lust that was now raging through them both. Angel leant down to kiss his lips, the pressure gentle at first but growing harder as he bucked against her. There was no chance that she would give control to him now but it was still fun to tease, to allow him only partial entry before rising away from him again.
Now he did growl and one wrist started to bleed from his repeated efforts to break free and take what he wanted, the tension now at near painful proportions. She gave in, the crimson drip running down the inked flesh was too much and Angel wanted him, needed that heat and feeling of complete fullness that only his body could provide.
Both sighed, despite the artificial restraints there was no urgency at first, bodies locked together in a gentle rhythm that still allowed her to touch and caress his ribs and the strong muscles in his arms. He thrust up at her, his eyes tightly closed against the fabric while his mind imagined the swell of her breasts, the arch of her neck that he knew was just above him but that he couldn’t reach. It was torture, it was amazing and for a second he almost loved her before fighting the growing urge to come and come hard.
She knew he was close, the grunt caught in his throat as she eased back a little. Control was still there and she wasn’t going to let him release until she had milked everything she needed from his body. Her hips were tightly locked, the merest movement causing the tips of her fingers to buzz and she twisted a nipple with a grin just to hear him yelp. Angel knew that he would seek to turn the tables on her, he was far too ruthless not to know that this game went beyond sex and that an element of competition had started to come between them. Mikey was different, as long as their was violence, he seemed happy to enjoy the sex for what it was.
The air in the room was hot and mixed in scents of blood and sex made it harder and harder to draw fresh air as their movements got faster and harder until her head tipped back and Frank felt her grip him tighter in the fiercest of orgasms. His fists clenched, letting her ride it out before releasing inside her with one last hard thrust of his hips. Her weight dropped against him and the feeling of her hot face pressed into his neck brought a smile to his lips.
“Ok, so that was worth the ten bucks to Mikey.”
“You knew ?”
Angel grinned as he laughed, should have known they would have discussed the deal. Nothing ever went down that the pair of them were not involved in together. Her father had noticed, better jobs going their way as their star started to rise. Poor Ray did the donkey work, still proving his use to the old man and still afraid to ask her out let alone share her bed. She was determined to test that one out too before she decided whether any of them were long term.
“Mikes is too cocky not to share. You gonna let me out now ?”
“Do you trust me Frankie ?”
There was a pause. He could feel sweat soaking into blindfold and it made his eyes sting. He winced as she slid away from him, the almost painful orgasm had left him tender in more areas than he cared to think about. This was not exactly the moment to tell the woman you were fucking that trust was never going to be on the agenda.
“Should I ?”
The light flooded his eyes and made him blink as she pulled the material from his face with a smile. He was little more than a boy but a smart boy. A useful boy. Frank blinked harder and focused on her face, the flush in her cheeks and on the delicate skin across her chest was testament to her enjoyment of their love making, the knife in her hand was a little more worrying. He met her eyes.
“On that evidence, no. Is this how I’m going to die ?”
“It’s how some of them die. A man who thinks only with his dick is an easy target.”
Angel twirled the blade in her fingers before winging the blade across the room with a flick of the wrist. It lodged neatly in the doorframe of his apartment and he started to laugh. There was truth in that and he wasn’t arrogant enough to not know that she was talking about him.
“Trust no one huh ?”
“Absofuckinglutely.”
He jangled the cuffs, wincing as she released his wrists and laid back on the bed beside him. Both were red raw ad his arms and shoulders ached but he felt alive and exhilarated. He could now see the burn marks on his own chest and wondered how to pay back the marks on her pale skin before there was a knock on his door. Mikey’s bored voice echoed through the wood causing them both to pull the covers up and try not to laugh.
“Who do I owe twenty bucks to ?”

Notes

Sorry its a bit late, plagued with a migraine...but anyways, smutty chapter !