Page 24 of To Tame An Angel

His words cut me raw and I’m as equally exposed as he is. He looked at me with a knowing stare over his shoulder. Unrepentant and daring. He didn’t know what they’d do to him if it’s discovered he speaks as such. With fury igniting my veins, I storm to my chest, leaving him bent over. I take out my yellow rope and a wooden paddle that should nicely color his ass.

He watched as I unlaced the rope in harsh tugs. I take his hands and pull him further down. He grunted as I tied the knots expertly over his wrists. His breathing became erratic. I yanked the rope and slid it under the seat, tossing it between his legs. Then I moved behind him and tied each ankle to a leg of the chair. With one last hard pull, he was immobilized.

I was breathing deeply by the time I was done. Two months of daily rope binding training paid off. As I slowly rose, I see his cock was fully erect and the scent he exudes is bright and sharp.

So, after all his protests, he enjoys being tied up.

I picked up the paddle from where I left it, right by his face, and slowly slid it to his chin, lifting him so that he looked at me. His blue eyes darkened and, though he was still angry, I sensed it was more at himself for enjoying his predicament.

“Would you greet me like this after a long day of training? Offering yourself to me?” I asked again.

He licked his lips, calming his erratic breathing. With one last defiant stare, he said, “No.”

I nodded and walked away from him. Now he pulled the rope and looked over his shoulder. I place the paddle against his ass, watching it tighten. The cock had a mind of its own because it’s screaming that it would absolutely greet me in this position.

“Count,” I commanded.

“Fuck you,” he snarled.

I slammed the paddle down on his ass with mild force. On purpose. Outside of the cheek flinching, he didn’t react until I heard a slight laugh. A laugh of mockery.

“That’s the best you can do?” He taunted. “I’ve been hit harder by doors.”

My skin tightened, and I spanked him again, twice in a row. Just a little extra force. He chuckled, but his cock trembled, pushing against the settee. I spanked again, harder this time. He didn’t laugh, but his breath sharpened. There was a near imperceptible grinding of his hips. He sought friction.

I placed my hand on his cheek. There was no pinkness, but his skin was warm. He inhaled quickly at my touch, and he lowered his head.

“Don’t enjoy it, Tannor,” I said with a smirk.

Without waiting for his response, I slammed the paddle down once more, stronger this time. His back muscles strained. He said nothing. I spanked him four more times, alternating cheeks before I paused. His skin was blushing pink. I caressed his ass and leaned over him, inhaling the smell of his arousal.

“Your cock is so hard right now,” I murmured to him.

His breathing is hollowed. He pulled the ropes, wordlessly rubbing himself against the cloth.

“Do you like it when I bind you like this? Ass in the air,” I squeezed his cheek, and I’m awarded with a small gasp from him. “Spanked like the naughty boy you are.”

A soft, strangled groan comes from him and I smiled into the skin of his back. Slowly, I lick him, running my tongue up his spine and he lifts himself to his tiptoes, letting out a moan.

“Yes, I certainly think you do,” I chuckled.

“You bitch,” it’s an out of breath whisper.

I stand up and slam the paddle down four times. This time, with my full strength and a sprinkling of magic. He let out a yell, shoving himself forward and nearly losing balance, presenting even more of his ass to me. His cock is weeping, making soft tap, tap noises against the chair. Unable to control myself, I softly caress his sack, which hangs sweetly for me to pet.

“For the love of -” he’s snarling, pushing his ass back into me.

I give the balls a small squeeze and though I’m tempted to press a little kiss to them, I don’t. He’d not earned it.

“Ten more, Tannor. That was just a warmup,” I said. “Take them like a good boy.”

He’s panting, and I hit him with all the strength in me until my arm aches and I’m exhausted myself. By the time I finished, his ass was bright red, his cock was soaked with pre-cum, and he was cursing up a storm.

I leaned forward, feeling the wetness between my own legs, and caress his skin, running my fingers over the reddened flesh.

“Such a good boy for me, aren’t you?” I murmured.

With a yell, he yanked at the rope, and to my surprise, snapped it. I startled back, ready to use my magic. But he shoved himself up and grasped my arms, pulling me to him. He kissed me so passionately I was out of breath, grappling to hold him as he devoured my mouth.

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