To Tame An Angel: A Femdom Fantasy Romance

CHAPTER SIX

TANNOR

I woke to the strangest sensation. I was warm and comfortable. It was so sharply different from what I’ve known that I jolted awake just to prove I was alive and not dead. Startling, I found the lady standing in a clean gown speaking with another woman. They both turned to me.

“You’re awake,” the lady said, and she gave me a small smile that looked like relief.

The other woman had a sharp needle-like face. “Remember, twice a day. He should be healed in two days. You did a fine job, Lady Nalla.”

Soft blankets covered me, and my feet were properly bandaged, as were my arms. I have very little discomfort. It’s the strangest of sensations. Also, I’m unchained. I cannot recall the last time I was unchained aside from the few fleeting days of my escape.

“Thank you, Hannah,” Nalla said as the woman handed her four more vials of that acrid thing she called medicine. If she believed I was drinking it again, she’ll have to pour it down my throat.

The older woman cast me a look of disdain. “I’ll inform the General that you’ll need a few more days given his… behavior.”

The woman left, and Nalla quietly watched the door with worry. I shifted on the bed, wishing to stand but knowing I’d get nowhere with my feet wrapped in gauze as they are.

“I’m not drinking anymore of that sludge,” I said.

Nalla turned to me, the small glass vials clinking in her hands. “The thorn was from a snap bush. It’s poison and unless you drink the vials, blackness will spread up your leg and you’ll need amputation. If it’s not too late, that is. It’ll poison your blood and you’ll die writhing in agony.”

All my life I’ve heard nothing of these medicines and suddenly she has them for all ailments. But her description sounds familiar. I once saw a man die in those conditions and it was awful. He begged for a quick death over and over, but it was never granted.

She sighed and moved closer, setting the vials on the small wooden table, lining them up for me. She took one and handed it to me.

Tentatively, I take it.

“You’ve slept for half a day,” she said. “I’ve ordered lunch. I’m certain you’re hungry.”

I was starved. A hunger I’d carried for many years. She moved away and I could smell the perfume she wore; it was soft and likely the loveliest scent I’d ever smelled. It wasn’t lost on me that she stayed with me, ensuring I was well.

Through my hours of sleep, I had the strangest dreams. This young woman, who was kind one moment and stern the next, plagued them. I dreamed she bound me and grasped my cock as I begged for a release. I dreamed of her hair falling over my face. It felt tangible but incongruous with my predicament.

She moved around the room and took a seat by my bed, her dress floating around her. I watched her carefully, for she seemed nervous and not as calm or sure of herself as before.

“I realized I’ve not told you my name,” she said.

“Nalla,” I said.

I knew who she was. The daughters of the general were well known. Fools in the pits both feared and desired them. Her oldest sister was notorious, a stunning beauty who was both passionate and brutal. The third woman who owned me was not that. A beauty she was, but I sensed her brutality was selectively handed out. I didn’t know what to do with that realization. She should’ve branded me last night. I’d expected it. She should’ve beaten me for my actions. She still might. Actually, I was fairly certain she would. She would become the harsh mistress, but at this moment, that was not her. She was, to my utter shock, worried. About me. Because no one had ever worried, I didn’t know what to do with this information.

“Yes,” she nodded. “I know you won’t tell me your name.”

“You’ve not earned it,” I snapped. It was a little lie. I was still hurt that she’d tracked me and brought me back.

However, my name was mine. To give it to her meant accepting this was my fate. That I would belong to her. I wouldn’t deny that a part of me shivered pleasantly at that thought, especially as she described it last night. But most of me still longed to fly in the sky and spread my wings.

“Why did you stare at me?” she asked quietly. “In the pits. Why did you risk it?”

To tell her the truth would be complicated. Half of me was curious, the other half wanted to escape. When I’d seen her and observed her softness, I knew I could escape from her, and I’d succeeded. I didn’t have any means of surviving or a place to go, and that was a different matter.

I didn’t answer her question, making her sigh once more, and she looked away. She grew frustrated with me.

“What exactly happens when women bring one of us into their lives?” I asked.

Her jaw twitched, but she met my eyes with a steady gaze. “We tame you. You may be surprised that most men enjoy it very much.”

Scoffing, I looked away. I was unwilling and unable to wrap my mind around my reactions the previous night. Bound on her bed, her hands caressing my skin, and then her smacks on my ass, the tone of her voice–my body responded on its own. She’d flipped me over and seen my cock come to life. I wondered how long it would be before she mentioned it. In all technicality, I could overpower her, but sitting as I was on her bed tended to and warm I’d never felt better.

“I suppose I was idiotic to think you’d be willing to experience pleasure when for so long you’ve only known pain.” Her voice slithered to something dark and promised.

The room was bright with sunlight, but I felt a shift within. I stared at her once more and her eyes darkened as she crossed her legs, sliding her hand over her knee. I stared, transfixed, at her movements.

“I thought we’d enjoy a nice dinner. Perhaps converse. Then I would’ve kissed you. Have you ever been kissed?”

My mouth dried at her words, and I had a sharp imagining of her pressed against me, holding me, caressing my head as she ate from my mouth. No. I’d never kissed. I’d seen it happen. Some men loved each other in the pits, and I’d witnessed their fucking.

“I haven’t either. I’ve been allowed to play with my mother’s men, as training, but never a kiss,” she said.

A burning jealousy flared in my stomach. It was sharp and unexpected. Thinking of her playing with others just to train for when she’d have me. I didn’t like it. I didn’t care for it at all. If I had no choice but to be stuck with her, a foolish part of me demanded she belong to me in the same manner as I belonged to her. It was silly, for women took many men. Eventually, I’d have to witness her coupling with others and showering them with the same tenderness she attempted to show me.

It hurt a little.

“And what exactly did you train in?” I asked spitefully.

She raised a brow, sharp and brown. “Whips. Anal. Binding. Denial. Communication. Comfort. Tenderness. A variety of things. Our education is extensive.”

All thoughts flittered through my head as I imagined her performing these acts on other men. My hands fisted around the glass vial I’d yet to drink, but still my cock twitched slightly. Because it morphed from her doing these acts to others to her doing them to me.

“I’m certain you enjoyed yourself and satisfied your sadistic thirst,” I snapped.

She showed no shame. “I did. So did they. There was more than one smiling face.” Her words were dripped with promise and my cock twitched once more.

Gods. Fuck.

Angry at my reaction, I yanked the cork from the vial and gulped back the medicine. It was acrid and sour, but it effectively doused my erection. She looked pleased, then stood. I followed her figure as she moved to the door. Her body was soft and deadly, but it looked wonderful and feminine in her near-translucent gown. I had to look away in case my cock decided to react on its own again.

Lunch was brought, with a few trays laden with fruits, meats, and salads, and the servants left us. It was not lost on me that all the servants were male with wing-belts secured across their chest. I had a sinking feeling that they, much like me, once were chosen but were no longer of use.

“Your servants,” I couldn’t help but mention.

Nalla paused as she poured her wine. “Yes. They were once my mother’s.”

She said it without shame.

I smiled harshly. “Perhaps one day I’ll also serve you wine while you dot on your newest pet.”

Meeting my eyes, she lifted her chin. “I’m not my mother.”

“Not yet,” I sneered.

A force so hard hit me and pushed me back against the pillows. I couldn’t move. Slowly, she stood and calmly walked to me. Her eyes flickered into golden. The feeling of being pinned and at her mercy aroused me so much that I almost moaned.

Her hand gripped my face, and she was so close I was nearly panting. It was as if she were the wind and the sky and everything that made the world.

“You like to misbehave, don’t you? I’m counting the times. Enjoy your two days off because once you’re well and healed, I’ll make you pay for each of your little statements. Judging by your hard cock last night, I’m thinking you’ll enjoy it very much.”

My cock was at full attention at her words.

She caressed my face while still pining me down. “This is something they don’t teach you in the pits. Along with magic, I can smell your arousal, number seventy-four. I know exactly how my words have affected you. You felt them in your dreams.”

She paused and sniffed. A slow smile came to her face, and she met my eyes.

Heat rose to my cheeks at her discovery, and her eyes slid to my mouth. I gasped, without meaning to, and lifted my chin, desperate for a kiss. Desperate to taste her in her angry glory. Slowly, she moved her hand to my mouth, grasping my lower lip in a pinch.

“You’re sweet when you blush,” she said.

The words of denial scorched my throat, but she pulled back and left. Left the room, leaving me alone with a raging erection that could only be sated by thinking of what she would do to me.

In her warm bed, I dreamed of her holding me down while she rode my cock, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her waist, of watching her breast bounce over my face, too far to taste but a spectacle to behold. Of my face between her legs, tasting each bit of sweetness from her cunt as she yanked my hair in painful tugs. And when I dreamed of her entering me with a phallus, splitting me in half as she grasped my cock as she thrust.

I spurted so fast and hard; I arched off the bed.

Fuck.