Page 54 of Wings of Frost and Fury
“Please,” I say brokenly.
“Take off your clothes, pet.” Her tone is gentle. “I promise, if you obey me in this, the end result will bring both of us greater pleasure. You want to bring me pleasure, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Then you must be able to last inside me for more than a few seconds. You need to be able to thrust for a decent amount of time before you come. Do you understand?”
“I understand,” I grit out.
“Strip naked and kneel in front of me,” she orders.
She lies in the nest, propped on both elbows, watching as I undress. The floor of the nest is firm, like the bed in her cottage, so I kneel there on the blanket, positioned before her as she commanded.
“Don’t let your bottom touch your heels,” she says. “I want you upright, kneeling straight and tall. Clasp both hands behind your back and keep them there.”
I obey, my jaw tight. My cock juts out in front of me, flushed and hard, clear liquid forming at the pink tip. My balls ache. Every part of me wants to touch myself, or to pounce on her and glide my whole length inside her wet slit.
But she is teaching me restraint in a whole new way. It’s a lesson I know I should learn. So I submit.
Thelise scoots a little closer to me and places her feet on either side of my cock.
At the exquisite, torturous contact, I groan, and my body sways forward.
“Be still,” she orders, moving her feet apart so she isn’t touching me. “Don’t come.”
Carefully she places the soles of her feet against my cock again. I’m so sensitive that I nearly climax, but I sob, “Fuck,” and center my entire focus on holding back.
“Good.” She shifts her delicate right foot, prodding her toe against the underside of my cock head.
I’m shaking, groaning, fighting not to yield. She wiggles her toe.
“I’m going to come,” I choke out. “Please, please…”
Her feet stop touching me, and she snaps, “No. Not yet.”
I have never whimpered in my life, but that’s the only word for the sounds coming out of me now. There’s a strange relief in being like this with her, in allowing myself to be open and broken, yielding the most intimate part of my body utterly to her. Among my kind, the idea of sex outside mating season is sotaboo, so shameful—and yet with her, it’s normal, beautiful, and welcomed.
This torture she’s putting me through has a goal—to make me a better lover for her, so we can both reach greater heights of pleasure. She’s doing this because she likes me enough to keep fucking me. She’s investing her time, her effort, and her thoughts inme. How incredibly fortunate am I?
The joy of it rushes through me, body and soul, and I smile at her.
She bats my cock lightly with her foot. “How dare you look at me like that, pet? Focus on the lesson.” But her rebuke has no sharp edges, and her eyes hold a glow that reflects the light in my own heart.
Thelise presses both her feet against my cock and drags them upward in one slow, fluid motion. I groan heavily, and more clear liquid leaks from the tip of my length.
She doesn’t touch me again for several minutes. Just leaves me there, bare and flaming with need, while she sips wine and watches me. It’s clear from her expression that she admires my body. Did she form me to suit her own particular desires? Am I merely an object of amusement crafted from her imagination?
Perhaps I frown slightly without meaning to, distracted by my thoughts. She leans forward, intent on recapturing my attention, and she pulls down the top of her gown, revealing her breasts. My cock twitches helplessly.
With one slender foot, she grazes the underside of my length again. Both her feet move together, rubbing along my cock. My breathing turns short and loud—shattered moans instead of exhales. I can feel the intensity building—I’m going to come—the relief is almost here—
She removes her feet from my cock and backs away.
“No,” I sob. It’s all I can do to keep my hands clasped, both arms behind me, my thighs locked in the upright kneeling position. “Please.”
“What do you want, pet?” she asks softly.
“I want release.”
