Page 26 of To Tame An Angel

I have no words, I’m floating in emotions, sensations she’s making me feel. Wishing to tell her how lovely it is.

“Please, touch me, for the love of god touch me,” I managed.

She chuckled, and I felt her tap my hip. “Turn around so I can reward you for being such a good boy and taking your spanking.”

The Tannor I was a few days ago would’ve shoved her off, but apparently I have no control of my senses and all I can think is of the glorious reward, whatever it is she’s willing to give me. I’m awaiting with open arms. I’m so needy that if she wished to fuck me with a leather phallus, I’m uncertain if I would deny her.

Turning, we sat facing one another, my bouncing cock between us. Instantly, I’m pulling her to me, caressing the softness of her body through her leather and wishing it were her skin. As I kissed her, memorizing her limbs, her hands slide down to my cock, and she grasped it with a strength I only felt her use on my ass.

She got a strangled gurgle out of me and I felt her smiling into my mouth. She pulled and pulled, sliding her hand to the tip and caressing the bulbous head. I feel it deep in me, like she’s holding my soul in her hand.

I press my head to her shoulder and pant. With her other hand, she circled my head and cradled me, like someone she’d keep safe, even if my wings were chained.

“You like when I yank you?” She asked huskily. I could smell her own arousal through the leather between her legs.

“Yes—”

“You like it when I cradle your soft balls in my hand?” And she cupped my sack, giving it a light squeeze, rolling it between her fingers.

I can’t speak. I’m concentrating on not spurting all over her chest and my face.

“Yes, you do, don’t you? I bet you also loved being helpless to move, not knowing what cruelty I’ll deliver. Isn’t that right, Tannor? You like it when I hit you just so I can do this?” she purred, turning her attention back to my cock and sliding up and down with that steady grip until I thrusted forward, unable to say anything other than beg.

“Please—”

“Please what?” she teased, the evil conniving witch.

When my voice was nothing but incoherency, and random words strung together, she pushed me back. Her hand never left my cock, but now I’m spread out on the bed before her. She kneeled and smiled. There’s a promise in her smile. I watched in fascination as she slowly brought her hand to her lips and put a finger into her mouth. A finger wet with my leakage. She closed her eyes and moaned softly.

“Your promises taste sweet.”

Gods of heaven, I’m going to lose it. I have to grip the bedding because I have very little control left. She’d left me as nothing more than a panting, moaning shadow of a man.

Slowly she unstrapped the belt holding her dressing, she unlatched and peeled the leather, opening herself like a flower. The creamy skin of her shoulder is exposed. On instinct, I go for my cock, I just need something on it.

Her eyes zoomed on my movement and with a flick of her hand, my hand was zapped with electricity.

“No touching,” she said.

Her quick chiding spurs even more lust into me. Watching her undress, I have no choice but to vault my hips up, my cock bouncing against my stomach. I’m fascinated by the way she undressed. How she cast looks at me between her lashes. There’s a coyness mixed with innocence there. Like she’s uncertain if she’d be to my liking. She hesitated before lowering her tunic, keeping her breasts from me.

“Let me see you,” I urged her and sat up, running my hands over her shoulders.

She dropped the tunic and shifted her gaze. “One of them is bigger than the other.”

The difference is barely noticeable. All I know is they look magnificent. Heavy and slightly droopy, with wide brown areolas. If she stuffed one in my mouth, I would gladly choke on it.

I shrugged. “Sometimes you want a mouthful. Sometimes a nibble.”

Surprise makes her pause before she smiled and leaned into me. She kissed me deeply. With her chest pressed to mine, I have the expanse of her skin to explore. I’ve felt nothing as soft and inviting. My fingers slip down her back, trailing down her sides and making her shiver. I’m sharply aware of how brittle my hands are, a juxtaposition against the dips in her moisturized skin.

Her fingers slide back to my cock and I’m hopeful she’ll ride me, let me enter her, just to see if her insides are as silken as the outside of her. Then I heard her moan and I pull back, transfixed on what she’s doing.

With one hand she yanked my cock, with the other she entered herself. Her eyes were half closed as she drew circles over her sex.

Her nipples pebble. On instinct, I touch her, petting her pert nipples and flicking them, giving back to her a little of what she’s doing to me. She said I wasn’t to touch her, but I’d gladly take my punishment just to caress these breasts. She pushed into my hand, gasping.

“I’ve been wet for so long,” she puffed out, giving my cock a good tug that left me incoherent for a moment. “I’m going to come so fast, I can’t even wait.”

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