Page 10 of Under His Wings

“Command me. Tell me what you really want.”

I gathered all my courage, all the iron will I should have as a demon, and put it into two breathless words:

“Dominate me.”

My world swerved madly as I was suddenly lifted and manhandled onto the couch, my pants and underwear stripped off my body with a savagery that made breath catch in my throat. Zach’s lips found mine, sealing a deal of me willingly giving myself to him.

“Good boy,” he murmured between the kisses. “Such a brave boy. I think you deserve a reward. Come here. Yes, like this.”

He made me lay on the edge of the couch with my ass on display. I didn’t have to wait long in suspense for what he was planning as only a second later his hands were spreading my asscheeks and I gave a small squeak which quickly turned into a moan as Zach started to eat me out.

That clever tongue was truly made for more than the witty banter and the way it spread the wetness of saliva over my tight hole, softening it for what was coming, was making me sink into the cushion under me as all the blood in my body went south. My cock had been half-hard for a while now, being close to Zachariel enough to affect me in this way, but in this moment I became hard as a diamond. How could I not when an angel was doing his damnedest best to drive me mad as he spread me even more and dove in to put his tongue inside me, the strong muscle slithering inside, slowly, but inescapably until he was fucking me with it messily.

My hips jerked forward, the couch in front of me too much of a temptation to not try to rub against it and relieve the mounting ache in my dick, but Zach’s hands pulled me away.

“Tsk, tsk, and here I just praised you for being a good boy. Are you a dog in heat to rub against the furniture? Do you want to come so much? Fine then, I will give you a choice.” His large hand slid from my flank down to my straining cock, his hold present but loose enough to not really give me any relief. “I can keep you from coming tonight, bind your pretty cock and let you writhe in ecstasy for hours before I grant you the mercy of spilling your cum.”

His fingers tightened cruelly around me and I whimpered.

“Or I can let you come right now. Would you like that? But if I grant you completion I won’t stop.” Long fingers started an unhurried rhythm that made my toes curl. “I won’t stop until I wring you dry, And then...” He leaned forward to whisper into my ear. “...I will still continue. Until you are begging me. Until you can take no more. Until you are a total mess.”

His hand stilled as I panted raggedly.

“Which one will it be?”

“You are a bastard. Are you an angel or a demon?” I spat out as my body thrummed with remembered pleasure. Both choices were a trap. A delicious torture. I could only pick in which way I wanted to be flayed open. I was... I was too weak to deny myself an orgasm even if I knew what was going to come later. “I want to come...” I mumbled into the cushion.

“Speak up,” Zach yanked on my hair, lifting my head up so that I couldn’t hide.

“Come! Make me come!” I spat out, as the rough gesture sent a bolt of lightning through my body.

“As you wish.”

I barely heard the words over the rush of blood in my head as my whole world shrank to the feeling of his hand on my cock pulling tightly up and down. Up and down, Up. And. Down.

The measured, lazy pace was enough to have me twisting, chasing more of the sensation and when Zach added a twist to the upstroke I was gone. Spine bowed, mouth open and panting, I let myself fall into the most delicious orgasm I'd had in weeks. Using my own hand couldn’t compare to this. I was starting to doubt anything could as Zachariel placed a tender kiss on my neck.

It was all the warning I got before he started stroking me again.

I bit my lip at the flare of oversensitivity, my skin still tight and my cock twitching with aftershocks even as it was cruelly stimulated once more. Zachariel didn’t even wait for me to get soft. If I was a regular human I may have had more trouble rising to the occasion once more, but with a superior demonic body, which ran on willpower as much as any sustenance, I was ready to go in no time. When Zach heard my moans start to leave my lips freely he changed our position, putting me onto his lap facing him, my legs spread over his so that I couldn’t hide anything. My cheeks brightened with a pink blush as the angel took his time to admire my body. Did he want to track every little freckle on my body like I wanted to do with his before I realized his blank state? Ah, probably not. I was just hot, I could admit that much to myself, and the angel was admiring how good a job he was doing of driving me mad with lust.

“You are beautiful,” Zach said. “But you will be even more beautiful when you scream with pleasure. And I want to see your face when you do.”

“I won’t scream,” I huffed, embarrassed.

Though I probably will cry, went through my head.

“We will see.” Zach smiled sunnily and made a gesture with his hand which resulted in a bottle of lube flying into his hand a few seconds later. Here he went, using his angelic powers for trivial things again. No, wait, that wasn’t what I should be focusing on.

Lube.

“You want to fuck me?” I asked brusquely, already feeling that prickly awareness snapping back into place, pushing the fiery contentment of the erotic play to the side.

“Yes. Very much so. But I was thinking of using my fingers today. I’m planning to make you come as many times as I can and I thought focusing my attention only on your cock may be too cruel even for me.”

“Too cruel, my ass,” I snorted but I felt my shoulders relax. “Somehow I doubt you are doing this to make things easier for me. But fine, go on. Fingers... are fine.”

I had already let him eat me out today, this wasn’t that much of a jump, right? As long as he didn’t take it even further... Somehow I thought Zach understood my unspoken limits and he wouldn’t try pushing past them. At least not today.

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