The Lost Angel by Paul Preston
The dramatic conclusion to the four novel Obsession Series
Grace Madsen has finally overcome her sexual repression in the arms of nightclub owner Jim Jefferson, but their happy life in Chicago abruptly ends when she sees the grotesque horns of a demon named Lucius Barrington. After insinuating himself into her life and childhood memories, Barrington claims Grace as the Mother of all Evil from whose womb the Anti-Christ will be born. Grace boldly tries to reject her past beliefs and fears, but Barrington continues to haunt her.
By entering into a stricter Master/slave relationship with Jim Jefferson, Grace hopes her fears of satanic possession will recede. In an effort to please the woman he loves, Jefferson agrees to set Grace’s sensuality free by increasing her sessions of discipline and offering her a job as the new Hostess of Obsessions. Jefferson displays his submissive nude in the club, wearing nothing but nipple jewelry, sheer stockings and a penetrating G-String panty. The patrons pass her from lap to lap, fondling and kissing her. She swallows the semen of a young man at the club as Jefferson watches, and she gives oral and anal sex repeatedly to her Dom in order to please him and escape from the hallucinations.
After Jefferson offers information to the CIA about a suspicious Saudi Prince who turns out to be on the Terrorist Watch List, they agree to set up a sting operation to arrest Barrington. With the success of the terrorist mission, Jefferson is given a chance to redeem his law enforcement career as a CIA agent. But right at this crowning moment, a tragedy occurs when Grace discovers her connection to Lucius Barrington. A hard choice remains for Jefferson, whether to go on with his moral life and accept the shattered psyche of the woman he loves or return to his dark “killing place” to do the one thing he can that may restore Grace to sanity.
Includes male domination, light consensual bondage and scenes of a sexual nature.
The Lost Angel is Paul Preston’s 10th novel with Pink Flamingo Media, including the first three stories of the Obsession Series, The Reluctant Dom, The Good Dom and the Persian Princess, as well as the Adam and Eve Trilogy, The Harem, The Memoir of Veronica Wells and the Property of Edward James.
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|Artist Credit||Cover Art © Evgeniya Porechenskaya - Shutterstock.com|
The demon doesn’t bother following me home. Back at the condo I print out and sign the contract and leave it on the kitchen counter. I’m no longer ashamed of the desire to be dominated, but I’m a little nervous about how James will respond when he reads it. I touch up my makeup and do my hair and then undress down to my G-String to wait for him to come home from work.
I hear the door open, his footsteps crossing the living room floor and the sound of his car keys dropping on the kitchen counter. After a moment, I hear him walk down the hallway. He enters the bedroom holding the contract and sees me sitting on the edge of the bed. While staring at my breasts he loosens his tie.
“Hello Grace,” James says, leaning over to give me a kiss on the cheek.
“Hi,” I say.
“You look pretty, as always.”
“How was your dinner with your parents?”
“Good. I told them about our relationship.”
“You did? What did you tell them?”
“Well, nothing specific. Just that we’ve been together for 10 months now. They invited us over for lunch around 2 on Sunday afternoon, if that’s OK with you, James. You go in later on Sundays, don’t you?”
“I do, yes. I’ll be happy to meet your parents Grace. But due to my scar, I’m not very good at first impressions.”
“I wouldn’t worry about it. I don’t really care what they think, anyway…”
James looks around the room and notices the sex toys, the new vibrator I bought, the lubricating gels and massage oils, the whips and paddles, the leash, the erotic body jewelry, and the assortment of other sex toys I left out for his amusement on the top of his dresser and within easy reach of the bedside table.
“Christmas has come early for me this year, it seems. Did Santa stop by the condo today?” James asks, smiling.
“A very naughty Santa. Merry Christmas, Mr. Jefferson,” I say.
James sits next to me on the edge of the bed.
“What is this Grace?” he asks, looking down at the contract in his hand.
“It’s a new contract I’d like you to read,” I say.
“It’s a Master/slave contract.”
I watch him peruse the document.
“I’ve noticed you’ve already signed it.”
“Yes, My Lord. I would like to be your submissive for life, if you’ll have me.”
“Of course I want you to be with me, Grace. I love you. You know that. But this contract seems… rather restrictive.”
“Yes Sir, it is. Rather than the standard Dominant/submissive contract, this document makes me your sexual slave…”
“My sexual slave?”
“Yes. It’s what I want. Also I’d like to take you up on your offer to quit my job so I could be more available to you and help you out at the club, as you suggested yesterday.”
“Of course you can quit. I’d love to be able to spend more time with you during the day, but I thought you said your job keeps you grounded.”
“You’re the only one who keeps me grounded, Mr. Jefferson.”
“That’s good to hear. I like taking care of you, Grace.”
“I know you do. You are a good Dom to me, My Lord.”
James nods, looks down at the contract.
“Can I ask you… are you feeling unsatisfied with something, Grace?”
“No. Not at all, James. The last ten months have been the happiest of my life.”
“Then I don’t understand why you feel the need to change the nature of our relationship.”
“I don’t know. I feel like I’m drifting lately and you are like a safe harbor for me. The new contract is not so much for you as it is for me, James. I feel the need to immerse myself completely in this alternative lifestyle we’ve created. I want to commit myself more fully to you. By putting myself completely in your hands I feel… safer.”
As James studies the contract his face looks troubled.
“This contract is… different. I’m not sure how I feel about it, Grace. I need to think it over.”
“Which parts in particular are troubling you?”
“Well, for example, in the contract you express a desire for me to increase the sessions of discipline by paddle or whip, with or without cause, by my hand or any hand I choose, on a regular basis. What’s more, whoever is disciplining you decides whether or not your safe word should be respected if the punishment crosses your pain threshold.”
“I like to be spanked. I have a high tolerance for pain, as you know.”
“Yes, I like spanking you as well. Too much. But do you want to be spanked by other persons as well?”
“That decision is yours to make, Sir. It would be up to you to decide who is allowed to spank me.”
“But what is it that you want Grace?”
“What I want… is to put myself entirely in your hands, James. I trust you’ll make the right decision for me.”
James exhales and looks back down at the contract.
“It says here anal sex is no longer a hard limit for you. Is that true? I thought you didn’t…”
“That part of my body is yours now, Sir. You may take me there whenever you wish and I won’t resist.”
“It says if I get tired of you I can sell you to another Dom?”
“I am your property. You may sell me to whomever you choose.”
“I would have complete control over your appearance. If I asked you to appear topless in my club for example, you would need to comply.”
“I would be more than happy to appear nude in a public setting for you, Sir...”
“You are to be kept tied in tight ropes in our bed or in public at my discretion. Is that what you want Grace? To be bound in ropes, tied up in front of other men?”
“I like the feeling of being constricted in rope, Sire. If you wish to exhibit me naked and bound in front of a crowd, I will not resist…”
James gave me a sideways glance.
“There is a long clause here about… sharing you sexually… with other men. ‘As the sexual slave of Master J, Ms. Madsen will perform sexual services on other men or women chosen and approved of by Mr. Jefferson. As the sexual plaything of Mr. Jefferson and his associates, such services will include the swallowing of the semen of other men and any other sexual acts approved of by her Master. Mr. Jefferson is entitled to watch any and all sexual encounters between his slave and other men or women. It is in fact the responsibility of Master J to set up scenarios with other men or women to help Ms. Madsen completely overcome the feelings of guilt, shame and fears associated with her Christian upbringing.”
“I believe it is only through my total subservience to you, My Lord, that I will once and for all be able to overcome these fears…”
“Do you really want me to share you like that with other people?”
“I’m happy with you and I’m very much in love with you, but it would be your prerogative to share me with others while you watch, My Lord.”
“I don’t understand. Do you have the desire to have sex with people other than me, Grace?”
“What I desire most is to make you happy and fulfill all of your sexual desires as a man. If you wish it of me I would perform sexual acts on other men or women for your amusement and to demonstrate your ownership of my flesh, My Lord. But in the end, no matter what, I belong to you James.”
“I don’t know Grace. I’m a jealous man. I’m not sure I’d be able to share you with others like that.”
“There’s no reason for you to be jealous since you are the only one I want to spend my life with, but I can understand if you have reservations. You don’t have to sign it right now. We could start slow and see how it goes and talk about it in more detail later.”
“OK. I suppose we could do that Grace…”
James puts the contract down. I kneel down in front of him, remove his shoes and socks and tenderly kiss the tops of his feet.
“Grace, you don’t have to kiss my feet.”
“But I want to, My Lord. I love you so much James. I’m so attracted to you.”
“I am the luckiest man on earth then.”
My Dom lifts me to my knees and kisses my lips. James strokes his fingers through my blonde hair and rests his hands on my breasts. I unzip his pants and slip them over his narrow hips and down his legs. He sets the contract down beside the bed. I kiss the tip of his erect penis.
“Welcome home from work, Master J…”
“Thank you, Grace. Are you sure… this is what you want?”
“OK. I’ll try to assert more control over you and be… stricter… as your Dom. You know I’ll do anything in the world to make you happy.”
“Then…you’re not ashamed of me?”
“Look at me Grace.”
With his thick penis in my hands, I slowly look up into his eyes.
“I’m in love with you Grace, now more than ever.”
“I’m a whore.”
“Grace, I will never stop loving you, no matter who or what you are…”
I bow my head before my Master and breathe out a long exhalation. Tears of relief slide down my face. He pats my cheeks with a tissue.
“I’m so happy to hear you say that. I love you, Mr. Jefferson.”
I squeeze my fingers around the shaft of his penis and begin to stroke it with my hands. I keep my eyes focused on the cute tiny slit that opens and closes at the tip as I rub him. I take his penis into my mouth and swallow it as deeply into my throat as I can manage. I feel the flesh grow longer and thicker in my mouth. I take his erect penis as deep into the back of my throat as I can until tears come to my eyes. They drip down my cheeks, leaving behind a trail of black mascara. He wipes my cheeks and eyes with a tissue. I slowly pull his penis out of my mouth and look shyly up at him.
“I’m so happy to be your whore, My Lord…”
“Come Grace. Lie down on the bed and I’ll give you a massage.”
My Dom positions two pillows under my hips and lays my body face down, causing my ass to arch prominently off the bed.
“Are you comfortable Grace?” James asks.
I nod. I hear him squeeze the bottle of anal lubricating gel and rub the oil between his hands. He places his warm slippery palms on the back of my upper thighs and slides his fingers up and over my hips and backside.
“We’ll take it nice and slow. Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you. I won’t ever hurt you Grace, OK?”
“Of course. I trust you completely Mr. Jefferson.”
I relax and take a deep breath in and out. He repeats the strokes, squeezing and spreading my cheeks slightly more each time and pressing the tip of his finger deeper into the narrow passageway of my ass. As he presses down my opening relaxes and widens, responding to his gentle touch.
“Does it feel OK Grace? Is it too much pressure?”
“No. It feels wonderful,” I say.
I shut my eyes and imagine mounting James and rocking my hips on top of him. During coitus in this position, my Dom often grasps my ass and presses his finger over my tight puckered opening. In my arousal, the opening widens slightly to accommodate his finger. When he slips it in about a half inch, it always seems to trigger my sexual response. Every time I climax like this, I imagine what it would feel like to be fully penetrated in my narrow intimate place. Though I’ve been nervous about anal sex all my life, I’ve always been ashamed of my secret desire to do it. It’s exciting to finally put aside my fear and find out what it feels like to have my tight opening filled completely.
I continue to relax the muscles of my backside during the soothing massage. Suddenly I feel two of my Dom’s fingers pressed together, painlessly penetrating deeper into my opening. I was surprised how easily my Dom’s fingers slip in, filling the tight space. The pressure inside is unlike any sexual feeling I’ve ever experienced. I feel like I’m now finally and completely his.
“Is this OK Grace? Talk to me. Do you feel any pain?” my Dom asks.
“No, Sir. I thought it would feel uncomfortable, but it doesn’t. It feels… lovely. The gel has a kind of numbing effect, I think. Your fingers are so deep inside me. Go in deeper, my Lord, if you want to.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“But my Lord. It doesn’t hurt at all.”
I feel James’ fingers slide in and out slowly as he adds more of the lubricating gel. Then he replaces his fingers with a slender smooth object and slips it in all the way in, filling my opening. He slides the object in and out and I instinctively arch my hips higher off the pillows in response.
“What did you put inside me?”
“It’s one of the sex toys you bought. It’s shaped like a penis, but smaller. I don’t think you’re ready for the real thing yet.”
“When will I be ready? I want to feel you inside me.”
“Soon Grace. Very soon.”
“I never imagined it would feel this good.”
“I’m so glad you like it, Ms. Madsen. I like stimulating you...”