The Fallen Angel

His fist sped past my face and into the wall to my left, mere inches from my trembling lips. His eyes bore into mine like glaciers, cold, impenetrable, and impossibly deep. “Cum” he repeated, his voice shaking with barely leashed fury. “I’m trying, sir. I’m really trying, please…” I pleaded on soft whimpers while tears ran in rivers down my face. “Trying isn’t good enough. I said cum.” I squeezed my core as tightly as my muscles would allow, I begged my body to release under the intensity of the vibrator he kept firmly pressed against my now extremely sensitive clit. “Cum” he repeated with a soft kiss to my temples. It was easy to fall apart after that. My body shook as my scream ripped through me starting as a growl and turning into a full fledged release. As soon as the fire that was my orgasm burned through my senses, it stopped, and I fell under him and into his strong arms. His eyes had turned kind and warmed my cheeks as his smile blushed his own. “Good girl” was all he said as he brought me in closer to his chest, then carried me out of the room.