Page 11 of Sinful Pride
I made a muffled sound behind my lips, thinking the new kind of pain wasn’t so bad. A second later, the dull feeling transformed into something sharper.
“One,” I gasped out and immediately got a second strike. “Two,” I moaned, familiarizing myself with the way the paddle hit my ass.
It felt a bit like a deep-tissue massage, one of those sports ones where getting kinks out of your body could bring tears to your eyes, but the resulting release of tension was worth it. As the hits kept falling I thought this punishment was worth it as well. Like a tidal wave, the pain swept me away into bliss, making me switch between tension and being nearly boneless. I had trouble staying in position as my legs and arms started to tremble. In the end, I hung my head low, presenting my ass like an animal in heat to get more, more, more. My cock hung low, hard and straining, and I knew it was impossible for me to fulfill my orders of holding my orgasm off. Still, in my mind I begged for someone to have mercy on me, to save me from this incoming fate of failing my Master.
And like an angel in one of the human tales, Raphael appeared.
“Do you want my help?” he asked, and I nodded furiously.
Raphael took my shoulders and pushed me up until I was standing on my knees and half-leaning against his shoulder. “It’s alright,” Raphael soothed me.
I groaned shakily from where I was hiding in his neck as his hand traveled down my body. Oh no, he was reaching for my cock! This wasn’t the kind of help I needed! I was so close to coming the brush of his fingers nearly tided me over. I had to sink my teeth into the angel’s shoulder and use every bit of my willpower to stop myself from spilling all over his hand. My dizzy mind registered a different sensation around my cock as Raphael’s second hand joined the fry. He was—
There was a cockring around my length, keeping me from coming.
“Good boy, such a good angel,” Raphael said. “Just a little bit more. You can take it. I believe in you, sweetheart.”
Beelzebub raised his paddle to deliver the next blow, his cruel laugh echoing in the room.
“Oh no, you are still a bad boy, bitch. But you are lucky I like my prey that way. You want me to punish you, don’t you? Well then, let’s hear it. Beg me to hurt you.”
The blows stopped, but I registered it with delay because even without new input my whole body smarted and the oversensitive skin sent me signals of pain even when left alone. I was practically hanging on for dear life, curled into Raphael, my bound hands pressed to his black-and-poison-green suit, fingers clutching at the luxurious fabric.
He… Beelzebub, my Master, wanted me to beg.
If words meant I could complete my punishment and be finally absolved it was a small price to pay. I didn’t need dignity, I only needed for the pain to continue.
“Please, Master, I want it, I want you to hurt me, please,” I babbled.
“Be specific, pet,” Beelzebub demanded.
“Strike me, make me bleed. I want to carry your marks for days. Please, bless me with pain.”
The last line had to hit the mark because suddenly there were five lines of fire down my back. I screamed as Beelzebub dragged his claws over the already abused skin, tearing the red welts, making me bleed. This pain was red hot and sharp, violent in its intensity. Tears streamed down my face and drool escaped from the corner of my mouth as I reached a threshold of an overload of sensation and my mind both tried to escape from it and curl around it, which resulted in a haze I had never experienced before.
It felt like floating.
Some corner of my mind registered Raphael holding me, crooning praise as Beelzebub pressed against my smarting ass, the bulge of his trapped erection pressing against me as he whispered utter filth into my ear while he continued to hurt me, but I was too gone to really pay attention. My mouth moved, desperate pleas spilling forth as I completely lost control over my brain-to-mouth filter. I couldn’t do anything, affect anything, so I was finally free to just give it up. Surrender my control completely. I just needed to know one thing.
“Am I f-forgiven?”
“Yes,” Beelzebub said and reached down to undo the strap around my trapped cock. “Now, come for me.”
A hoarse scream left my throat as I followed his order.
The only thing keeping me together was Raphael’s arms tightening around me as I fell apart, finding catharsis in a mix of blood, cum, and tears.
Chapter 5
Tirael
“…you shouldn’t clean him. I worked hard to dirty our angel up, you know.”
I blinked as Beelzebub’s voice penetrated my mind, my thoughts still moving slowly, sluggishly, leisurely. The touch of a warm towel cleaning me up told me someone was taking care of me. Raphael. It was Raphael. An Archangel was acting like a servant for a mere Cherub like me. My mind wanted to panic, but for once I told my anxiousness to fuck itself and choose to relax into Raphael’s gentle touches.
“Look, isn’t he precious?” Raphael said as I nuzzled into the hand that swept the sweaty hair from my face.
“I prefer them screaming to nonverbal… but I suppose he is cute like this. Just a little pet waiting to curl up in my lap.”