I’d kneel on my bed, thrusting the plug against my hole until my body pulled it in. Then I’d slip it out and moan at the sting before sinking it back in again. In and out, I fucked myself with it until I was on the verge of coming, and I’d force myself to stop.
Some fucked up logic in my brain told me that if I gave into the sensations, I had to admit I wanted him. Over and over, I tried to convince myself I didn’t want to see him while taking time out of each morning and evening to stretch myself for him.
Denial isn’t a great look, even on an Archangel.
Six days of edging myself have me desperate, my balls so tight they’ve drawn up against my body. I’m already on a hair trigger, and its safety hasn’t been switched on in days.
I won’t last.
He spits on the dildo again, and I jerk faster with the added slickness. My ass flexes around the plug with every thrustoff the mattress. A dull, rhythmic thumping hammers in my lower body, and I whine with each thrust as the pressure feels like it will split my skin apart at the seams.
“Please?” I whimper, begging even though I have no idea what I’m asking for… no idea what I need.
But he does.
“Want me to suck your cock?”
“Oh, God,please,” I repeat, my other hand and legs all fighting against the restraints. I flex around the plug as his hands land on my thighs, and that simple touch sparks in tiny explosions where our skin meets. “Fuck, please, Xal.”
He pins me to the bed, my hips shifting mindlessly as I try to thrust. A low growl rumbles from his throat as he slips his fingers under the edge of my garter belt. “You know I like it when you call me that, don’t you?”
His hand replaces mine on the dildo, squeezing around the base as he leans in. Those dark eyes flip to my light ones as he licks up the entire length, then surrounds it with his lips. He sinks down and loosens his grip on my thighs, allowing me to thrust into his mouth.
“Oh, shit,” I whine as his cheeks draw in and spit drips down the shaft. My muscles coil into a desperate knot, and his name bursts from me as I drive my hips off the bed, bucking with the force of it. Everything inside me draws tight. Impossibly tight… so tight I can’t hold on any longer.
A crippling release rushes through me and pounds so violently it makes my toes curl and my legs jerk against the restraints. My entire body pulses as I come, my ass flexing around the plug as cum soaks the lace of my thong. It leaks from my panties, running down my skin and pooling on the bed beneath me.
He pulls off the dildo, his lips shiny with spit. His eyes dart across my face, where my mouth still hangs open as I catchmy breath. “Fuck, look at your pretty, overwhelmed face. I bet that felt so good, didn’t it? Letting go when you’re always wound so tight?” Dropping lower, he places a kiss on the tip of my cock and chuckles when my body jolts from the contact. There’s a quiet click as he pops the cap off a marker I hadn’t noticed until now, and the felt tip drags along the exposed skin of my left thigh as he draws a line.
“What are you doing?” I finally manage to ask as I float down from my high.
A low, dark chuckle rumbles in his chest before he leans down, his lips brushing against the mark he just made on my skin. “We have to keep track of how many times you come tonight.” He climbs off the bed and restrains my last hand, so I’m fully spread out and secured to the posts. The mattress dips as he settles between my knees once more. “You don’t have a problem with that, do you?”
“No,” I say before he’s even done speaking, shaking my head to emphasize the point as he grins at me. My heart skips a full beat inside my chest at the relaxed, easy way he smiles. It’s only for me, I realize. All mine. No one else gets to see him like this. I try to reach for him, only to get caught by my restraints as I stare at him, pleading.
When this started, it was just to scratch an itch, but this feels like more. It’ssignificant,and the undertones of his attention tell me he realizes it, too.
“I’m going to fuck you now, sweet angel,” he purrs as he traces his fingers around the base of the plug. He pushes it into me a few times before he begins to tug, and the flare stretches me as he watches with wild eyes. The moment it pops free, I’m so fucking empty.
“Fill me up,” I beg, jerking against the restraints in my desperation to be full again.
A teasing smile curves across his mouth. “You want the plug back in?”
“No, I want you,” I whine. “Give me what I need, please?”
“Impatient, are we?” He leans over me, his erection brushing against my skin as he ghosts his lips over mine. “Never had a cock in that tight hole and you’re already begging for it. Are you a high maintenance slut?”
“Yes,” I whisper, chasing his lips, and he breathes a laugh as he relents and presses his mouth to mine. A quiet, satisfied sigh blows from my nose as we kiss, and it’s slow and sensual even as he grinds into me. “Please, Xal? Please don’t let me be empty. I don’t want to be empty anymore.”
The words come out as a plea, and he stares into my eyes as though he hears their hidden meaning. I swallow, raw and exposed as his attention scrapes over my skin, circling my face before settling on my lips again. “Okay, angel.” He kisses me sweetly before he grabs the lube from the night table, then loosens the bindings on my ankles.
“I can’t let you go yet, but you’ll need room to move. Now spread those legs like a good whore.” He slicks his cock as I obey, and my abs strain as I crane my head to watch. Another squirt of lube lands on his fingers as he circles my rim. I bite back a moan as he inspects me. “You’ve done an excellent job prepping yourself for me. Nice and loose for my cock, aren’t you?” He lines us up, and I fight the bindings as I try to wrap my legs around him and force him closer.
“Yes, now give it to me.”
“Such a spoiled Angel, always getting what he wants. You’ll have to learn some patience, won’t you?”
“No,” I say as I shake my head, and he lets out a hearty laugh.
