Page 34 of To Tame An Angel

I didn’t say her name.

I didn’t say her name, but I wanted her to hold me. Like she’d done before. Tell me I did well.

“That’s enough,” she said softly. I hardly heard her, but I felt her. She was moving around the room. She walked back with a cup of water. Her hands were on my head and face, and she pulled me forward.

“Drink, Tannor,” she said.

I don’t know why I obeyed

Nalla cupped my head as I sipped while her fingers caressed my scalp and neck. She pulled back the cup and looked at me, her fingers still stroking my hair.

Her face was tender. “You did good, darling, you did so good.”

I didn’t know why I leaned into her. I couldn’t even speak. It’s not even the worse beating I’ve ever had. But it was the most… intimate. Like the two of us existed in this nucleus. She ran her hand down to my cock and the moment I was encased in her hand, I whimpered. Like a child. Like she had all of me in her palm.

“Please–”

She looked at me. “Please what?”

I shook my head and closed my eyes. It was too much. I was entirely at her mercy and if I was at her mercy, I couldn’t protect myself. I couldn’t protect her. And I would be powerless.

“Look at me, Tannor,” she commanded. “Look who is tugging your cock. If you don’t look at me, I’ll stop.”

She better not stop. I needed her to keep going forever. I obeyed and stare at her.

She pressed herself closer and tightened her grip. I jerked into her hand. Her other hand rubbed at the welts on my thighs. I hissed in pain and pleasure as she applied both.

My emotions frayed, and my brain jumbled between the two feelings. I felt the intense pleasure of her ministrations on my cock. Her grip was tight as she took the cum from the weeping tip and used it to find a steady pace. Her other hand abused my tender wounds. I gasped and mewled, bouncing between the two sensations.

I was nearing the pleasure peak. Then she did something that surely had to do with her magic. She placed her palm on the back of my thighs where it hurts the most and it was like fire was erupting from her hand. I felt all the welts flare up as if she recanted the memory of the fresh beating into my mind. It circled my legs as she tightened her grip on my cock. The intense pleasure and pain erupted my orgasm, and I screamed out her fucking name.

I’d never cum this hard in my life. I kept spurting and spurting until my cum bathed her dress and still she milked each bit until the last rivulet fell as I chanted her name.

When she unlocked the chains, I fell into her arms, spent, like a slug. I feared she would collapse, but she didn’t. She dragged me to bed because my feet trailed behind me. She laid me on my stomach and quickly covered me with a blanket. But I needed her. I needed to feel her, so I wouldn’t fall into the abyss. I desperately reached for her hand, and she pulled me in.

I didn’t know why I needed this. The desperation to touch something because I was lost in a cloud where time and place had no meaning. I realized that in this space; I was free. I had wings, and I flew, but she was the one holding me up.

Our fingers intertwine and I tiredly watched as she soothed lotion and oil on my skin. Pausing to kiss my skin, never letting go of my hand. It was the nicest feeling I ever had in my life. I didn’t even feel pain anymore, just a feeling of being treasured. When she finished, I pulled her to me with the last bit of strength I had.

Willingly, she spread herself next to me, holding my hand and petting my hair. She kissed my forehead and my cheek.

“Don’t leave,” is all I could say. “Don’t leave me alone again.”

She pushed my hair back and kissed me again and again, anywhere but my mouth. It was a tender rain of affection, and I glowed with delight. Like I was the most important thing in her entire life. Like I mattered when, after so long, I hadn’t.

“Rest, my angel. I won’t leave you.”

Her words sunk me into the deepest sleep I ever had in my life.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

NALLA

As expected, I woke before Tannor. His fingers still held on to mine and his face was slacked, soft and pliant.

My strength had returned, and I was glad for it because it waned dangerously low when I carried him. The memory of last night was the finest I had, and it prompted me to pull his hand and kiss his knuckles. He didn’t need to know I used a little magic to ensure the hits stung more than normal. However, his reactions had been incredible. I’d never seen a harder cock in my life than when I gave him pain. The veins bulging over the thick rod had been a sight to behold and when he exploded hot semen over me; it had been my moment of triumph.

Now in his deep sleep, his mouth was opened, and his dark hair fell over his forehead as he lay on his stomach. Carefully, I pushed back the strands, enjoying the softness. Leaning down, I kissed his shoulder before I rose from the bed. He made a small noise when I unclasped my hand from his.

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