Page 33 of To Tame An Angel

A sharp pain splashes across the back of my upper thighs, and I gasped. My feet danced forward. I couldn’t even speak. The pain took my breath away.

“Like I said, I don’t need magic to make it hurt, Tannor. I have all the right tools,” she said softly.

The rod whistles once more and I gasp before it even hits my flesh. It bites sharply and this time I cry out, dancing on my tiptoes.

“You fucking–”

She brought down the rod again. She landed it in the same spot. I yanked and thrashed, and made incoherent noises. I expected my cock to deflate, but on the contrary. The pain runs right into it; the bulbous head leaked a little.

Nalla paused and ran her fingers over the welts she’d left on my skin.

“You do bruise nicely, Tannor,” she said, and walked around me. She stared at my cock. My breath was still erratic. She touched my cock with the tip of the rod and I open my mouth to plead in panic.

But she smiled slightly and moved the rod down the front of my thighs. She positioned herself and sharply hit the rod three times so fast over the front of my thighs that I didn’t have time to react. It came out as a delayed scream. The pain is visceral. I felt it in my bones. I was twisting, desperate for it to end.

Desperate for her to grab my cock. I’m losing my mind, surely this is it.

As if she reads my thoughts, she grasped my cock and gave it a few delightful tugs. I buckled against her hand.

“That’s six, Tannor.”

She met my eyes. Then she let go of my cock, much to my dismay, and pressed her finger against my neck. I was sweating. She took my sweat and brought it to her lips. The act is so erotic I almost lose my mind. I have lost my mind. In what universe would that be sexy? But in this room, with her, with my thighs on fire and my cock in a near painful erection, I may have lost my mind.

She moved to the side, and I felt the rod against my hip, as if she was creating a perfect circle of welts to encircle my upper legs.

Three times, she whipped me on one side and three more on the other. My spit mingled with screams as it cascaded down my chin and I was snarling angry words at her. I felt like I was surrounded by fire.

“That’s twelve.” She ran her hand over my bareback. “You’re doing so well, darling.”

I want to shove her away, but her touch makes me focus on something other than the burning and the pleasure I’m desperate to feel. A part of me envisions her allowing me to fuck her if I take my twenty swats. Madness.

She placed the switch between my legs and slid it up so that it pressed against my sac. I gasped and move away, but she grabbed my waist and kept me in place.

“No,” I said resolutely.

“Open,” she commanded.

“No.” Fear seeps itself into me for the first time.

“Do you need to say my name?” She paused and stared at me, giving me the opportunity to speak.

I said nothing.

“Then open your legs. If you do not open your legs, I’ll open them and you’ll not like that at all,” she said.

“Oh, because I’m having such a marvelous time now?”

She pressed her finger to the tip of my cock, tickling the slit and rubbing the pre-cum between her fingers. The sensation blinds me.

“Judging by your excitement, I’d say yes.” She tapped the blasted stick again. “Open.”

It’s not that I opened them, it’s that I relaxed them. My body trembled as I prepared myself for what was sure to be the most intense pain of my life if she took her happy switch to my sack. To my utter relief, she didn’t aim for my balls. She aimed for my inner thighs. The relief was temporary. The sting landed on the tender flesh between my legs.

I trashed against the bonds, my legs danced, tears sprung to my eyes, and I yelled obscenities, enraged that I’ve got fucking tears. She hit me three more times this way, which made me angrier. The pain is blinding, and my tongue almost said her name. I would rather sob than say her name. I would never say her name.

“Four more,” she said as she moved in front of me. She was panting.

I could smell something distinct. She’s wet. Crazy fucking bitch–then she interrupted my train of thought by bringing down her rod once across the front of my thighs. Rapidly she moved to the side and went over once more the side welts. She encircled me in four strides and when she was done, my legs gave up under me and I yelled into my arm. Angry screams. I can’t stand.

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