Angels In Leather

CHAPTER 17 MEADOW Cherish what you love, hold onto it with all you have.

I’ve been with Lady for a week now, and I’m staring to feel a little more comfortable around her. She really is a fun person to be around. We’ve spent a lot of time getting to know each other, and I’ve enjoyed the female company. I don’t see her as anything but female, because that’s what she is to me now. On day six of my time with her, I’m sitting up in my room, staring out the window at the beautiful garden she’s created, when my phone buzzes with a text message. I drag my eyes away from the garden, and stare down at the phone.

It’s Axel.

I hurriedly lift the phone into my hand, opening the message.

A – Coming 2 c u 2nite. Be ready.

My heart flutters. He’s coming to see me? I’ve hardly heard from him since the night he came through my window, and now he’s letting me know he’s going to be here tonight. I quickly reply.

M – Be ready for what?

A moment later he responds.

A – To take my cock.

Such a male response, I roll my eyes.

M – What if I have my period?

A – There’s always the back door.

M – You’re an ass.

A – Are you saying no, darlin?

M – No, because I’m horny. And BTW, I don’t have my period.

A – Doesn’t mean I won’t try the back door.

M – Eat me Axel.

A – Oh baby, I plan to.

With a flush and a nervous giggle, I close my phone. I slide from my position at the window, and head out of my room in search for Lady, just to let her know Axel will be coming. I find her in her room, applying make up. Her hair is up in rollers. I guess she’s got a show tonight. She sees me in the mirror, and gives me a warm smile.

“Hello love, is something wrong?”

I walk in, stopping at her bed. I stare down at all her makeup, hair products, clothes and shoes, and my heart aches a little. I never had any of that. I never had a mom to teach me how to do my hair, or paint my nails. Hell, I’ve never even had my nails painted. I must have a sad look on my face, because Lady stops what she’s doing and turns to me, touching my arm.

“You lost your mom very young, didn’t you honey?”

I nod. “Yeah, I just guess I never had any of this.”

Her eyes widen. “You’ve never had your nails painted or your makeup done?”

I shake my head, and reach up, tugging my hair. “This is the only thing I’ve ever had in my hair, and it’s fading and ugly.”

She taps her finger on her chin, and her eyes lighten. “Then we’re going to do something about that. Sit down, right here,” she points to a stool.

I look hesitantly at her. “Oh no, it’s ok. Axel is coming later and...”

“Even better, don’t argue with me sugar, just sit.”

I do as she asks, sitting on the stool and staring at myself in the mirror. I scrunch my nose up, not entirely happy with how I look. I just feel so...plain. Lady lifts some strands of my hair into her fingers, and inspects them. “You’re not naturally dark, are you?”

“No,” I admit.

“Is there a reason you are now?”

I shake my head. “Not really anymore.”

“Then lets get this out, shall we?”

I beam. “We can?”

She grins, big and beautiful. “Oh honey, leave it to Lady. We’ll get that out and have you shining in no time. Now tell me, what sort of underwear have you got?”

I feel my eyes widen, and she laughs. “Honey, if you don’t love yourself enough to wear good underwear, then we have a problem. You have to love being beautiful. You have to love feeling beautiful. Let me tell you,” she says, tapping a brush in her palm. “A man can find you divine, and then go below only to see you’ve got granny panties on.”

I giggle. “I don’t have grannie panties.”

“There better not be any cotton ones either.”

I flush. She shakes her head, and rushes to her phone, lifting it to her ear after she’s dialed a number. “Petra, yes, it’s Lady. I need you to do something quite urgently for me. Go into town, get me the sexiest underwear, dresses, shoes and clothes you can find for a young girl, blonde hair, simply gorgeous.”

I gape, and shake my head, but she puts up a hand.

“Use my card. Yes, bring it here when you’re done.”

She continues to rattle off my size as if she’s lived in my body, which only makes me gape further. Then she hangs up the phone and turns to me with a devilish smile. “We’re going to make him drool.”

Lady fills my hair with some interesting smelling product that has all the brown just rinsing right out. Then she massages some beautiful creams and conditioners in, tucking it all up in a towel while she works on my face. She cleans my skin, tweezes my eyebrows, and applies a light amount of make up. Then she sits beside me, and takes my hand, panting my nails. My chest swells with happiness, and a warmth I’ve never felt.

“Thank you, Lady,” I say, staring at the pretty light pink she so perfectly applies to my now immaculately trimmed nails.

“Anytime sweetie, all girls deserve to feel beautiful.”

“I certainly feel beautiful now.”

She looks up at me, her warm gaze pinning mine. “And so you should, you’re a very gorgeous girl.”

I smile, and we continue to chat for hours about boys, dresses, shoes and anything we can think of. By the time she’s had my new clothes delivered, and has dressed me in a stunning pink, halter neck dress, I’m feeling like a whole new person. When I look into the mirror, I see the girl I once was. My long hair is now back to it’s honey blonde, dropping softly down my back in loose curls. My face is clean, and my cheeks are rosy. My eyes shine with happiness. My dress is perfectly fitting for my body type, and the underwear I’m wearing is the reason for my rosy cheeks.

I hear the low rumbling of a Harley Davidson outside, and my heart picks up. I feel nervous, like I’m about to go on a first date. Lady smiles down at me, her eyes filling with unshed tears. “He’s going to have a fit when he sees you, a fit!”

I swallow nervously, as I hear the front door slam. Lady shoves me towards the top of the stairs. “Go, make him stop breathing.”

I quickly hug her, thanking her once again, before heading to the stairs. Axel is half way up when I take my first step down. He skids to a halt, and his eyes widen when he lays them on me. I smile nervously, and tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. His breathing deepens, and there’s something powerful in his eyes. He’s looking at me like it’s the first time he’s seen me. His mouth opens slightly, like he’s about to say something, but it closes quickly.

He takes another step up.

He stops in front of me and looks up into my eyes. I feel my cheeks heating, and I try to keep my gaze from running down his body, and over that tight black shirt and those ass-hugging jeans. Instead, I keep them on the aqua orbs staring right at me. He reaches up, stroking his fingers through my blonde hair. He’s staring so intensely at me, my heart is hammering. He swallows, and before I can say anything, he leans down and scoops me into his arms, walking us to my bedroom and kicking the door closed.

The moment he sets me on my feet, his lips come down over mine. I smile and press my body against his, letting my fingers run down over his hard body and back up to tangle in his gorgeous hair. He groans, and turns us, pushing me towards the bed. I go down with one shove, and my dress flies up. I don’t stop it. Axel’s eyes move to my panties, and a sexy grin spreads across his face before he crawls over and positions himself above me.

“I feel like I’ve stepped back to the last time I saw you, standin’ on that bridge,” he murmurs. “Your beautiful hair flicking around in the breeze.”

I shiver at the memory. “Am I better like this?”

His eyes search my face. “You’re fuckin’ beautiful like this.”

Then he lowers his hands and takes hold of my satin thong, and tugs it. “And fuck, these...”

I giggle softly. “Lady got them for me.”

He grins, and gently lowers them down over my legs. “Better not tear them off then.”

He starts kissing his way up my thigh, until he reaches the middle. He blows a hot puff of air of my clit, and then his tongue snakes out and slides up my slit, causing me to cry out with pleasure. “Oh, God, Axel,” I moan. “I’ve missed you.”

He consumes my pussy, plunging his tongue into my depths and swirling it over my clit until I’m coming beneath him, little desperate whimpers slipping from my lips. Then he’s standing, taking his clothes off and shoving them to the floor. When he’s standing in front of me, so perfectly naked, I feel my body spark to life. He crawls onto the bed, and sits against the headboard, and then he reaches for me.

“Ride me, baby. Let me see your god damned gorgeous face while you do.”

His words have warmth shooting through me, so I quickly unzip my dress and remove my bra before crawling over and onto his lap. He wraps his arms around my waist, and his lips find my throat as I gently lower myself onto his hard cock. He groans as I slide down his length, and he makes little sucking sounds with his mouth as he continues his assault on my neck. I gasp, and wrap my fingers around his arms, gently lifting myself back up before lowering myself again.

“Fuck baby,” he murmurs. “You’re so fuckin’ tight.”

He lifts his head from my neck, and looks over my shoulder. Then a growl escapes his throat. “Turn around.”

Huh? I lift my head and look down at him, and his eyes are wild with need. He lifts me off his cock, and spins me around, so my back is pressed against his chest, but I’m still riding him. I realize the moment I lift my head why he’s done it. There’s a mirror in front of us, and like this, we can both see...everything. He takes my hips in his hands, and he lifts me, and I feel my heart begin to pound.

I can see his cock slide out of my pussy, and when he lowers me down again, I can see it slip back in. Bolts of need shoot through my body, and I watch as my own nipples harden. Seeing myself like this would usually horrify me, but seeing Axel wrapped around me, his big arms encasing me, his mouth on my shoulder as he kisses me, makes it all so much more...beautiful.

“Watch with me,” I breathe, as I lift myself up again, watching his cock slide from my depths, before dropping back down.

Axel lifts his eyes, and his hands come around to cup my breasts. I can see his gaze like this, and it’s wild with lust and want. We stare at each other in the mirror, as I continue to lift myself up and down. His jaw is tight and his hands are rough on my breasts, but I don’t care. I love it. I love every second of it. I can feel my orgasm building, and right when I’m on the edge, Axel rasps, “Watch me when you come, watch me, Cricket.”

I fix my gaze on him, and I come so hard my body jerks in his lap. He groans, almost in delight, and keeps his eyes on me as he too, begins to come. Watching him lose control, watching the way his eyes almost haze over, and the way his mouth drops open with a groan, has everything inside me wanting more. Needing more of this. Of him. I whimper just from the sight of him releasing alone.

He’s so perfect.

Even when he doesn’t see it.