Page 12 of Sinful Pride
“Hmm, that’s a good idea. Here, hold him while I take care of his wounds.”
I was deposited into the demon’s lap and, even though he grumbled, his hand found its way to stroking my hair while Raphael cleaned the blood off my back and applied some kind of ointment to all my welts, scratches, and bruises. Even the sting from the medicine wasn’t enough to yank me out of my state of contentness. Embracing my role as a pet wholeheartedly, I closed my eyes and dozed. Beelzebub and Raphael talked quietly over me, but I didn’t bother to follow their conversation, just letting the words wash over me. There was always at least one hand on my body, as if they were providing me with an anchor to not float away.
I don’t know how long I have been laying there, but it could be minutes or hours later that I stirred, changing position, and the pain flared up anew, snapping me back to myself.
“Ow!” I hissed.
“Are you alright, sweetheart?” came Raphael’s concerned voice.
“Finally! My legs are falling asleep,” Beelzebub snarked, but when he helped me sit up he wasn’t rough at all.
Raphael fussed over me, making me drink some water and have a bite of an energy bar from the mini-fridge located in every private room. Maybe things like sustenance and keeping my wounds clean weren’t as important for an angel’s body as for a human, taking into consideration we healed more quickly and didn’t exactly need to feed, but I appreciated the ritual of it, the show of care. I was happy being fussed over.
The only thing that bothered me was the fact Beelzebub left, without even a goodbye. I guess that was it. Wham, bam, thank you ma’am! Except we haven’t even fucked. Was the scene really enough to satisfy Beelzebub? Or maybe… did he leave precisely because I had not satisfied him?
Suddenly, I felt cold. My mood started to plummet. After the high it was time for a low. But before dark thoughts could consume me I heard the bang of the door being opened and whipped my head around.
Beelzebub closed the door behind himself with a kick, his hands occupied with a large mirror.
“Shit, Raphael, help me here,” he said as the large object started slipping from his unwieldy golden hand.
The angel rushed to secure the mirror and they ended setting it on the bed, Raphael holding it upright.
He was back. Beelzebub was back.
“Turn around, pet. I want you to see the fruits of my labor.”
I obeyed without thought, still shocked at this turn of events. A smaller mirror from a nearby dresser was thrust into my hand and, as I looked into it, I could see the reflection of my back captured in the bigger mirror.
“Oh,” I gasped, awed.
My back was a canvas of marks. Horizontal marks from the crop and vertical scratches from Beelzebub’s cruel claws intersected each other in an intricate web of sense memory. I shivered, remembering how they felt. Shifting, I raised on my knees until I could admire the redness of my ass and how all the tender spots on my body created a complete picture. My redemption marked deeply into my skin. I could feel them and remember. Finally be free, at least for as long as the marks lasted.
“Thank you,” I said softly, still spellbound by the sight.
“Well, you can say thank you by using that pretty pink tongue to—”
“Beelzebub!” Raphael hissed. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I know for a fact he enjoyed punishing you. You don’t owe him, or me, any sexual acts. You don’t have to do anything.”
“But can I?” I finally pulled my gaze off the mirror. “Can I… please? I would like to give you both pleasure. Only… ah… I have never…”
“A virgin!” Beelzebub rubbed his hands together with evil glee while Raphael looked alarmed. “I’m going to have so much fun with you. Let daddy show you how it’s done. We will have you addicted to cum in no time.”
“Must you be so vulgar?” Raphael complained.
“Look how much of a grumpy pants he is,” Beelzebub addressed me, that gleeful, terrifying expression still on his face. “I think he will be much more tolerable if you suck his big, hard dick.”
My cheeks flared with heat, but I ignored the embarrassment in lieu of turning around to face Raphael.
“Can I? Please, let me s-suck your cock?” I was proud I only stuttered once when saying such a shameless thing.
The Archangel closed his eyes as if he was counting to ten to keep control of himself. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and his gaze burned.
“Alright, if you are sure, little lamb.”
He set the mirror aside and sat on the edge of the bed. I swallowed as he opened his legs in invitation.
The carpet in the room turned out to be luxurious enough to feel plush underneath my knees. I looked up at the man I was going to service and had to duck my head seeing his penetrating stare. The anxiousness was returning with vengeance.