Page 39 of To Tame An Angel

I could sing.

“But I enter you first.”

This fucking bitch.

The lovely bath was over, and we moved to the bed.

There was no reason my cock should be this raging hard. It’s criminal. What I want to know is why, why am I like this? Willing to drag myself from a warm bath to lay myself on the bed and presenting my ass to her. Surely it cannot come from a natural source. Yet… I try not to groan as she pressed into the muscle of my lower back. Having a naked woman straddling your back can, I suppose, change a man’s mind.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Tannor?” Her voice is melodic. Distracting.

Her fingers moved lower to my upper buttocks as she dug her fingers expertly into my flesh; the bath oil had slicked my skin. I swallowed my moans.

“Tell me how it feels.” She was nearly purring, and I didn’t have to look at her to know she was satisfied with her skill.

When I didn’t answer, I heard, before I felt a sharp sting of a slap on my right ass cheek. I grunted and pressed myself into the sheets. Fuck. I was more aroused than ever, twisting into the bedding.

“Tell me,” she said with authority.

I lifted my head as she continued the massage, rubbing against the skin she just attacked.

“Good,” I managed between teeth.

Good is an understatement. I had a sudden visual of her reddening my ass with those little hands and me coming into the sheets without her as much as grasping my cock.

My cock twitched again as she grabbed handfuls of my ass and pressed into the muscle.

“You have a lovely ass, my angel,” she whispered.

Not a body part I ever considered being enticing, but she was obsessed with it. Her focus on it made me quiver with desire. I was desperate to thrust into the bedding, but I won’t give her the satisfaction, not when I protested and complained all the way from the tub to the bed. I’d assured her I would find no pleasure in this new little lesson of hers, but she’d just listened with a coy smile. As if she knew something I didn’t.

Then she did something that made my mind lose all sensibility. As she massaged, she opened my cheeks, fully parted them to stare at my most secret place. Then she blew gently into it. The bastard blinked wildly–I wasn’t certain if it was in warning or a happy greeting.

My body was in complete shock, and I grasped the bedsheets, fisting them tightly. I bite my lip as she continued her ministrations.

She drizzled more oil all over my ass. A little trickle slipped into the crack and my breath hitched. Without my permission, my body pushed out to her. A welcoming. I tell it not to. This is what she wants, not what I want. She chuckled and my face reddened.

“I think we can say more than good.” I heard her inhaled sharply, smelling the scent I supposedly exuded as she made a satisfied noise.

My brain was frozen, and I could neither deny nor confirm. Then she pressed her little finger against my hole, and I couldn’t help but gasp. A little fear goes through me, but it’s overcome with curiosity.

She’s slathering the crack of my ass with oil; it falls into my balls, and I spread my legs. Why do I spread my legs? Why are they spreading? She wasn’t using her magic, for I could always sense it.

Then she pushed into my asshole, and I grunted as she forced herself past the clenched muscle.

“Open up for me, Tannor, open your hole,” she whispered.

I shook my head because I didn’t have words.

“Let’s see how tight you are,” she cooed.

Because nothing other than shit had visited that cavity, I wanted to snarl. But my traitorous bastard of a cock was straining, waving a welcome flag to her actions.

Then she pushed into me, and a strange sound left my mouth. It’s me trying to tell her to stop and also telling her yes.

There was a sharp sting as she made it past the resisting muscle and then she was in me. I’m skewered on her slick finger. My cock will surely explode. It’s too… intimate. She moaned and in my next inhale, I could smell her arousal.

I was dizzy with something I couldn’t truly call desire. It was half panic, half raving lust.

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