Page 40 of To Tame An Angel

“You feel so warmth, Tannor,” she purred and twisted her finger.

I had no more bedsheets to grasp, so I pulled them under me, pressing my face into the bedding until I cannot breathe. Her finger wiggled, and she shoved it further in. I feel a sharp pain inside before something happens that made me yell.

It was a button. Inside. Some sort of magic pleasure button.

“Nalla!”

I was shoving my ass up now, because one finger became two. It stretched my cavity, creating a discomfort that combined with the pleasure. Surely, I’ve died. She curled her fingers, pushing and pushing into that hot spot of delight. I felt pressure, a combination of having to relieve myself and desire mixed into one.

Then she pulled out of me, and I was mad with anger. Anger that she’d done this. Anger that she’d shown me that if I can withstand a minor discomfort, there’s immense pleasure to be had.

Nalla chuckled as I turned to glare at her. She looked very pleased with herself. She also looks like a goddess. Her nipples, hard as little pebbles.

“That was… the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen,” she said as she ran her hands down the back of my thighs and looked at me.

“What did you do? What is that?” I momentarily forgot my erection.

“It’s what makes bottoming so pleasurable for men. Women don’t have it, only men.” She continued caressing my legs. “That’s just a taste, so you know.”

“What do you mean?” I still shook.

“That when I finally fuck your lovely ass, Tannor, the pleasure will be even more,” she smiled with dilated eyes, lust dripping from her mouth.

I have this incredible visual of her naked with a strapped phallus. Kneeling between my legs, grasping my cock and entering me in measured, hard strokes. My cock was delighting at the prospect.

She reached between my legs and lovingly fondled my balls. I closed my eyes and fell back on the sheets. I was gyrating my hips, desperate for her to allow me to turn so she can do something about my cock. Or at least leave me be so I could yank it myself as I hatefully imagine her entering me.

Her expert fingers pressed and pulled lightly on the tender flesh. I was about to pass out from desperation when she moved her hand and leaned over me. She kissed my back then began lightly spanking one cheek. Then the other. I thank the heavens because if she hits me hard enough, my erection will dwindle. However, quite the opposite happens. As her hits increase and the pain builds, I grow desperate. It’s that magic moment when her hand landed on my ass, that sharpness. She wasn’t hitting me hard enough to cause damage, but I realize she’s enjoying the bouncing of my cheeks.

She increased the pain, and I was gasping, desperate, shoving my ass back to her once more. More, I scream in my head. Harder. She concentrated on a spot and abused it for a solid ten swats until I feel actual pain. I was hissed between clenched teeth. The harder she hit me, the more I wanted her in me. I was a desperate fool.

Then she stopped, and it took all my control not to scream for her to continue. Now she lovingly caressed my reddened flesh. My cock hurt more than my ass. It had taken over my entire thought process.

“You’ve been such a good boy, my angel,” she whispered and the praise had me losing my breath. Yes, I’m good. I want to be good, I want her pleased. What was the matter with me?

“And a deal is a deal. Why don’t you turn around so I can ride you, Tannor?”

I could almost sing.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

NALLA

Tannor’s face of relief is all I need. He spun, and I was greeted by the sight of his long cock, dripping with pre-cum. Panting and needy, his legs spread, and I settled between them. He laid back, his hands grasped the sheets, just as I instructed him. He was such a desperate little whore. I was a little apprehensive as I looked at his cock, but it’s mixed with desire to feel it deep within me.

He watched me with dark eyes, his fingers curling in the bedding. It was hard to read him at this moment. Hard to recognize if he truly desired me and what I do to him or he was just a man, reacting to what was being done to him. I was, after all, still his master in every sense of the word. And all he wished to do was spread his wings and be gone from me despite the temporary pleasure.

“Do you hate me?” I asked suddenly. “I can imagine you do.”

I don’t know why I need to know this. While it was possible for me to engage in sexual activity with him despite his animosity, I would enjoy it more if he didn’t hate me.

His face was sharp as his blue eyes lingered over my flesh. “I— I don’t know.”

I placed my hands on his knees and trailed my fingers towards his cock. He trembled, and I found him rather endearing when he was like this, completely under my control despite his enormous size.

“I don’t hate you,” I admitted quietly.

He breathed sharply at my words. His cock was so hard it bounced against his stomach which was peppered with soft brown hair, and slick with pre-cum.

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