Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 70779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
“Do you like that?” I asked curiously. “Letting me be in charge?”
His silver eyes went half-lidded.
“I love to serve,” he admitted in a low voice. “It is my pleasure to give you pleasure, Mistress. And yes, to give you control…if you want it.”
“I do,” I said, surprising myself a little. But again, I liked having control of the situation.
“Then do whatever you want to me,” Kael growled softly. “I am yours, Mistress—use me.”
His words sent a shiver of lust straight down my spine.
“All right,” I said. I unfastened his trousers and reached inside to pull out my prize.
It really was huge—even bigger than I’d remembered. But I thought I could take it if I was careful. Still, did I want to go that far? We still hadn’t known each other a whole twenty-four hours yet, I reminded myself. Maybe we ought to wait.
I looked up at him.
“I want to taste you too, but I don’t think we should go any further tonight,” I told him.
Most human men would have thrown a temper tantrum at that point but Kael only nodded.
“Very well—whatever you wish, Mistress.”
“I want you to tell me about this.” I stroked his long thick shaft up and down. He had a spicy, masculine scent that I loved and his skin was like velvet.
“What…what do you want to know?” he panted. He was leaning back against the couch now, with his arms spread over the back and his wings hanging down over the other side. I liked the way he was so open for me—like I really could do anything I wanted to him. It made me feel powerful and safe and sexy to be in control.
“I want to know why it looks different when you’re in your, uh, other form,” I told him. “Why does it have a kind of stinger instead of a head when you’re a gargoyle?”
He frowned and then groaned as I leaned down and slid my tongue around and around the broad head.
“That…that’s my pleasure barb,” he finally managed. “Mistress, your mouth is so sweet on me!” He started to reach for me but I lifted up and shook my head.
“No, Kael—I like your arms across the back of the couch. Just stay there and let me explore you.”
His eyes were suddenly half-lidded, gleaming silver in the firelight.
“Yes, Mistress,” he growled hoarsely. “I will obey and be still while you touch me.”
“Good.” I bent down to trace the head of his cock again with my tongue. This time I tasted his precum which surprised me. “Oh—it tastes like a cinnamon roll!” I looked up at him again. “Why does your precum taste sweet?”
Kael shrugged.
“I am in my angelic form.” As though that answered everything. In a way, I supposed it did.
“What happens when you’re in your demonic form—when you’re a gargoyle?” I asked, raising my eyebrows as I milked another droplet of the delicious precum from his thick shaft and licked it up.
“It…it’s hotter—spicier,” he groaned. “Oh Mistress…what you’re doing to me!”
I could see his big hands were clenched into fists but he didn’t move them—he kept his arms stretched out along the back of the couch—kept himself open for me.
“And the barb, I mean, your pleasure barb? Does it hurt?” I asked him.
Kael’s eyes grew serious.
“I would never make love to a woman when I’m in my demonic form, Mistress. My barb gives pleasure but it gives pain too.”
“It does? Tell me more,” I commanded. I was still milking his cock, sliding my fists up and down his heavy length to coax more of the delicious cinnamon precum from his sensitive tip. I wondered what tasting his barb would be like…not that I would ever do it.
“First my pleasure barb stings. The…the venom it delivers is meant to open the mouth of your womb,” Kael panted. He was watching me taste him, his eyes heavy-lidded with desire.
“And then?” I prompted, licking him again.
“And then…ah, Gods! Then the barb slips inside you and the knot at the base of my shaft ties the two of us together,” he groaned.
“The knot?” I looked at the base of his cock but I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.
“It only appears in my demonic form,” Kael told me. “But once it swells inside you, I can pump you full of my seed and there’s nothing you can do to get away.” He shook his head. “But I would never do that to you, Mistress—never.”
“You wouldn’t?” I couldn’t lie—the idea both fascinated and horrified me at the same time. The idea of being stung inside and then held in place while he filled me was terrifying and arousing at the same time.
“No. Because I cannot…cannot be gentle in my demonic form,” he groaned. “Gods, Mistress—if you keep touching and tasting me like that I’m going to come!”
“Come then,” I told him. I wanted to make him shoot—wanted to have the power over him and make him lose control. I wanted to taste his cum too, and see if it was as good as his precum. Leaning down, I took the head of his cock and as much of the shaft as I could—which wasn’t much because he was so big—into my mouth.