Page 119 of Whirlwind

Angel’s heart seemed like it would burst. There were so many sides of kink that she could explore with Nina. And it was such a sweet request.

“Of course. Let me go find a scarf. And wash my feet. Then we can do whatever you want.”

“You, um, don’t have to wash them. If you don’t want to.”

God, she was filthy and amazing.

“Do you mind if I do? I don’t want you getting sick.” No, it probably didn’t make sense, but Angel probably had her own feet things to get over. She’d have to get over them fast, though.

Nina shrugged. She rolled her off and gave her another short kiss. Nina got up to use the restroom, and she heard the water turn on. That gave Angel a moment to dig through her purse.

She found the wrap that she thought she’d seen. But more importantly… there. It was one of the last things she’d packed from the New York apartment, a glint of metal hiding behind the radiator that she’d seen at the last minute and tossed in her bag to think about later.

Her class ring.

She didn’t even realize that it had made it to New York. She couldn’t remember wearing it. It wasn’t a style she would ever have chosen now, not to mention that she couldn’t think of anyone who wore their class rings after graduation.

She slid the metal around the tip of her finger, exploring the smooth inner ring and the rougher engraving and stones along the top.

She had it now. And she’d just told Nina what it meant to her. It was almost like the universe was trying to tell her something.

Was it too cheesy to give it to Nina now? Too nostalgic? Too possessive?

It felt like the perfect ending to their little role pay.

It felt like the beginning of something new.

It felt like the collar that she wanted to place around Nina’s neck. Or the promise of a different kind of ring that she could slide onto her finger one day.

Angel took off the thin chain she was wearing and slid it through the ring. Then she tucked it back inside her purse. She could hang onto it. She didn’t have to decide now.

Nina padded back into the room, wearing a soft pink robe and looking freshly scrubbed but still sleepy-sexy in a way that made Angel feel even more possessive.

Angel took her own turn in the tiny, disorganized bathroom, taking a quick rinse in the shower, with special care to her feet, and then wrapping up in one of Nina’s towels. She tied up her hair, and returned to find Nina sprawled out in the bed.

She was completely naked. Angel’s breath caught in her throat.

She wanted to touch everywhere. She wanted to kiss every freckle on those long, pale limbs. She wanted to suck and nip at those round, perfect breasts. She wanted to explore that neat thatch of hair and taste the tantalizing folds that they hid.

But that wasn’t what Nina had asked for. And giving Nina what she’d asked for so sweetly was as much a part of her domination as the earlier scene had been.

Angel looked around for a place to hang her towel and finally slung it over the closet door. Avoiding Nina’s mess ruined her suave entrance, but she wasn’t trying to make a show of anything right now. Nina was watching her anyway, desire in her eyes.

She crawled onto the bed, dropping a few kisses over Nina’s form, then arranged herself onto her back. “Go ahead, sweetheart. Take what you need.”

“Thank you,” Nina said. Her tone reflected that same gentle submission that Angel had in mind. Their roles hadn’t changed, and Nina still acted under Angel’s direction. Now, though, she was giving Nina permission to explore.

Nina planted soft kisses on Angel’s shoulder, the delicate little licks setting her aflame. Nina lingered at her breasts, sucking at her nipples and circling with her tongue. It was all Angel could do not to grip the back of her head and keep her there.

She knew Nina wouldn’t complain. She would even revel in it.

But this wasn’t about Angel right now.

Nina’s mouth and graceful, questing hands slid down further, leaving blazing trails over Angel’s belly and down her thighs.

Nina hummed as she worked her way down, pleasure evident in her voice. But when she reached Angel’s ankles, she moaned.

God, that was hot.