Page 27 of Trapping His Angel

Benedikt was in the bed with me when I opened my eyes. His one eye was closed in his sleep, and his cock stood straight up in bed, as he laid on his back. It was throbbing and waving in the air, like it wanted my mouth to sink on it.

And so what if I did?

If he woke up, I could just say I fell on his cock by accident, right? That happened all the time. I pulled the sheet lower on his body, unveiling his bobbing dick to the morning air.

I didn’t feel exhausted right now.

I felt strong. I felt capable. I felt powerful.

I leaned closer to his cock. He didn’t move at all. I breathed on it, watching as it throbbed from my breath. He kept breathing slowly. I opened my mouth, forcing my jaw as wide as possible, because he was so thick.

I enveloped his cock in my mouth.

A groan escaped his throat, and his eye squeezed tight in hissleep. I tested a slurp and he stayed still. Only his chest moved up and down. With a small groan from his scent, I took him to the base. He whimpered in the back of his throat and that spurred me on. My pussy was soaking wet as I deep throated him again, holding him in my throat until tears pricked my eyes.

“Mymalen'kiy angel,”he whispered. “What sorcery are you wielding this morning,” he groaned as I took him deep.

I said nothing, bobbing up and down on his cock, worshiping him. All that could be heard over his moans were my sloppy kisses, as I kept up the pace. My jaw ached, but I wanted to taste him. I wanted to chase this feeling before the shame set in.

“I’m cumming,” he cried out, thrusting deeply into my throat in his haste to orgasm. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he cried, fisting my hair.

His come filled my throat, and I swallowed it all down, barely tasting it, much to my displeasure. For one moment, I felt almost high. Euphoric from making him feel this way. A powerful queen who brought her king to his knees.

But that feeling didn’t last long.

By the time his cock shrunk in size, I felt small too. He tried to touch me affectionately, but I couldn’t help feeling dirty. I didn’t understand why. With a strange keening sound coming from my throat, I jumped up and rushed into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

My breathing was uncontrollable, as the mounting shame and panic piled up within me.

Maybe if I stopped breathing, he’d finally leave me alone.

“Isadora.” Benedikt pounded on the door with a growl. “Open the door and let me in.”

I couldn’t answer him as I sank to the floor, clutching my throat. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t see. I felt dirty, like my flesh was crawling with bugs. I scratched at my arms, trying to get the itch to go away.

I couldn’t.

“Isadora!” Benedikt was screaming now. The door shook on its hinges from his banging. “Open the door,” he roared.

I still couldn’t bring myself to answer his command.

I could feel his anger through the door. He was going to hurt me. All that bullshit of him trying to make me feel safe was just that. I knew he couldn’t be trusted. I heard the wood creak as he broke through.

I huddled in the corner beside the tub, waiting for my punishment. I didn’t know why I knew I was about to be punished, I just did.

“I’ll be good. I’ll be good. I’ll be good,” I cried.

Benedikt tore his way into the bathroom, and fell to his knees beside me. “Are you alright? Did I hurt you?”

I stopped chanting, confused. Why would he ask me that? He touched all over my body, checking for injuries, as I shivered and shook on the tiled floor. “I’ll be good,” I whispered.

Benedikt groaned. “You are good, mymalen'kiy angel.So fucking good.” He held my face between his hands like I was precious. Had I ever been treated like glass before?

“I’ll be good,” I said brokenly. I couldn’t stop saying it. I didn’t know why.

“Shh. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Benedikt helped me to my shaky feet.

He peeled off my clothes and took off his boxers. His eyes heated as he looked over my body, but he helped me into the shower without touching me sexually. I mean, of course, because I sucked the soul out of his body.