Page 17 of Under His Wings
“I’m going to blow your mind, baby,” Zach said with such assuredness it surely had to be the definition of the sin of pride. But, well, he hadn’t lied to me yet, had he? As the saying goes: ‘it’s not boasting if it’s true’. “Let’s go to the bedroom. I have plans. So many plans. I could keep you in my bed for a week and not run out of ideas.”
Zach led me to the other room, his steady hand on my back as my mind whirled trying to guess what he had planned.
“Why don’t you strip for me?”
The voice wasn’t a suggestion. It was a steel order coated in velvet of lust. My hand jerked automatically to the buttons of my shirt and I had to turn the motion into a more planned, deliberately seductive gesture.
“Aren’t you going to watch?” I said as Zach opened a cabinet instead of keeping his eyes on me. Rude!
“I assure you, you will have enough of my eyes on you before we are done. Now, strip. And turn around. Let’s give you a little surprise.”
I had an urge to be a brat and defy his order but... A surprise. He had me hooked with that one. So I turned around, a small pout on my face, and shed my layers of clothing. I had strewn the items all over the bedroom, throwing them carelessly wherever, as a small act of rebellion as I knew how tidy the angel liked to be. Like a fussy white cat who had to spend a good portion of the day grooming to keep looking pristine.
With my underwear kicked off into a corner of the room I stood there bare, waiting.
Footsteps sounded behind me.
“Are you mine to do as I wish with for tonight, Hellion?”
My mind blanked at the first words. Mine. His. But no, the angel wasn’t really claiming me, it was only a game, a temporary fix.
“Do as you will,” I said, my hands twitching at my sides.
“Then I have something for you, Hellion. You can always stop me with just a flare of your power but I ask you to at least give it a try.”
Before I could ask what he meant there was a strip of black fabric in front of my eyes. I stepped back on reflex only to meet a hard chest behind me. The blindfold hovered in front of me as I was caged on both sides by Zach’s arms.
“Easy,” the angel shushed me as if I was a spooked horse. “I think you will like it if you just give it a try. Look how soft it is.”
I lifted a cautious hand to touch the strip of fabric. It really was soft. Looked comfortable. Made for this kind of a play.
“I bought it just for you,” Zachariel confessed. “Your eyes are beautiful and I could stare into them all day but I think visual input gives you too many distractions. Too many things to watch out for. You don’t need to be afraid, here with me. You can trust me and let go. Will you? Will you try?”
It... wouldn’t hurt to try, right?
I dropped my hand and nodded, closing my eyes. Watching the fabric get closer would be too much. The first touch of it on my face was a foreign sensation I was hyper-aware off but Zach did a quick job of tying it behind my head and distracted me with touches to my body.
Like this, with my eyes tightly closed under the blindfold, every touch seemed magnified. As Zach’s fingers traced the grooves of my spine I had to fight not to arch into them, to not betray how even such a small exploration was affecting me.
In no time at all I forgot about the blindfold.
My awareness stretched out as always, but now I was expecting to find pleasure. It was as though Zach’s touches trained me to expect only good things and I could leave all the paranoid worry behind.
The angel’s right hand affixed itself to my nipple, caressing it and making the little peak harden, while his other hand traced my lips.
“Open up for me,” Zach said. Before I could decide to consciously follow the order the fingers on my sensitive nipple pinched and my mouth fell open in a gasp. My lover’s fingers took the opportunity to quickly slip inside, press against my tongue, reach towards my throat until I was drooling around them. He fucked me with his digits like he would with his cock.
“Just a little taste of what you can have if you are a good boy,” the silky voice behind me whispered.
I felt a line of drool escape from the corner of my mouth as I obediently sucked, my tongue wrapping around the invading fingers, fellating them, showing the angel just what I could do. Zach gave a pleased hum from behind me and pressed his fingers down and forward, making me choke a little before he relented. The casual sign of dominance and the rumble I could feel in the chest plastered to my back made me hot all over. Either Zach was eager himself or he had to sense my eagerness because he took away his tormenting hands and led me to the bedroom.
When he put me on my hands and knees I nearly shook with anticipation of being stretched open by him but he surprised me once more by pulling my own hand towards my ass.
“Show me,” the heated voice demanded. “Show me how much you want this. Prepare yourself for me. Let me see it.”
Oh, God. Could I do this? My cheeks were burning like the flames of hellfire as the angel coated my fingers with lubricant. This was happening. Should I close my legs, or maybe spread them open? The two instincts warred inside me. I couldn’t do it with Zachariel staring at me like that! It was embarrassing enough that my ass was up in the air as if I was a bitch in heat, ready to be mounted.
“You said... you said I could suck your cock if I was good,” I implored.