Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 40901 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40901 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
“Your captivity is just the beginning,” he says, sitting up. He shed his shirt last night. I can thank the glimmering daylight for the view I am treated to, hard planes of masculine flesh, rippling abdomen, muscled arms. I wonder what he does to cultivate such a body. He doesn’t work out. I cannot imagine him in a gym. No. This is a man who does battle of a different kind.
“Will I leave the cage?”
“Will you promise not to fly away? Or, if not promise, at least understand that if you take to the skies again, you will not be permitted out of that cage for another thirty days.”
“An angel’s word is her bond.” I say that, and then I laugh. He laughs too.
“I know you are more than capable of lying,” he says. “But I hope you understand what is at stake. Your life. Today there will be a net strung over the compound. It will not be visible from the ground, but I can assure you that if you hit it, you will know about it.”
An invisible net, strung overnight, allegedly. Sounds about as likely as a fish with legs. I do him the courtesy of not directly laughing into his face. I was surprised yesterday at how easy it was to simply fly away. Perhaps he has made some adjustment to the protocol of shooting me in the face if I try to escape. And perhaps he has not.
“You are an angelic being, Katie. And as such, you are gifted, but you are also limited. I will teach you many of those limits while you are here.”
He gets out of bed, and whatever retort was on my lips dies then and there. He is a very handsome naked man. The long dark hair cascading to his shoulders and the wicked mustache and neatly trimmed beard are mirrored further down his body, dark hair covering his chest, making a fine snail trail to a thicker bush from which hangs the proverbial snake. He is hung like original sin.
It has been too long since I got laid. Fleisch, the organization in which I rose to prominence, boasted no shortage of eager fuck boys. Nice bodies and hard cocks have never been in short supply where I am concerned. Of course, those options have been stripped from me for the moment. For now, the only cock in my world is the one hanging thickly between Starlight’s legs.
He catches me looking at him and flickers a wink at me. I find that far sexier than I should, a little bolt of damn near maidenly excitement shooting through me. He is making me feel like a virgin all over again. He’s almost making me feel as though this is my first cage. It’s quite exciting, really.
“Do you remember the first day we met, Katie?” He drawls the question as he approaches my cage. “I was never able to forget it. The way you looked, how sweet you were, how vigorously you sinned.”
I remember the first time we slept together. Also the first time I gave him reason both to hate me and to hunt me. He was practically innocent then, a southern boy with a broken heart. He didn’t know what he was doing with me. He does now. Starlight has evolved over the years. We both have. I’d say we’re both worse for wear in a lot of ways.
“Kneel.” He snaps the order curtly in tones that tell me he intends to be obeyed.
I do as I am told, sinking to my knees partly out of curiosity, partly out of the desire to be let out, and partly, if I am to be completely honest with myself, out of submission. I am treating myself to it, taking advantage of his dark hospitality.
I have never given myself to a man like this. I have always remained in control. I have been the seductress and the domina. I have been in complete control. Starlight has ripped control from me and shown that his mercy is rare and to be appreciated.
His cock appears through the bars at the height of my mouth. I know what he wants, but I content myself with licking my lips as I await his order.
“Suck,” he says.
I part my lips and lean forward, unhurried. I wrap my mouth around his cock the same way I would wrap my lips around a particularly delicious dessert, savoring the moment. He tastes like wild man, not quite my usual fare. I feel his cock jump inside my mouth, throbbing as my tongue caresses the underside of his rod. He might think this makes me feel shame, but in truth I am prepared to pleasure him. There is something transactional about it. I make him come, he grants me a little more of his limited mercy.