To Tame An Angel: A Femdom Fantasy Romance

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

TANNOR

“I can’t. I’m looking at you,” I said these words tumble from my mouth before I’m able to stop them.

Nalla stared at me with her wide brown eyes as her lovely round lips softened. She’s so tender right now, so free, that to behold her is like witnessing a rainbow. One didn’t look away from rainbows, one marveled at them. A sharp feeling pierced my chest and belly, so much so that it eclipsed everything else, and it was like a rebirth. We were in a protective nucleolus only the two of us occupied.

She didn’t know this, but she held me in her palm, and I was desperately grasping the edge of her hand, ensuring I didn’t fall. This was the loveliest moment of my long, terrible, dark life. She erased all the years of bitter loneliness and painted them with vibrant colors.

I felt the same sharp pain once more between my shoulder blades, like something wishing to escape and find freedom. It would tear through bone and sinew for its birthing. Nalla’s face creased in worry when I winced, and she stood before I could stop her. She opened the door and requested a warm bath be brought in a larger tub.

Considering my body was sticky from my seed and sweat, it was probably a good idea. Still, I keenly felt the loss of the game, for I would’ve enjoyed watching her explain the rules that I’d master.

Nalla busied herself rummaging through all the small trinkets she had in her room, searching for something.

“Come back to bed,” I said.

She didn’t. Instead, she perused her oils, reading the hand-written labels to determine which was best.

“Please,” I said finally, and that gave her pause.

Her brows were still furrowed, and the gentle curves of her body peeked through her gown. In that moment, she was enticing, with her wild brown curls taking a life of their own and her cheeks flushed. I was a little desperate to taste her. In the place she won’t let me near, right in the center of her cunt.

To my surprise, she stood by me, and her hand went to my hair. I couldn’t recall a time in my life when anyone caressed my hair for the sake of it. Certainly not my mother, and never in the pits. Unconsciously, I leaned towards her, my body warming at her tender touch. That she can cause so much pain and simultaneously so much pleasure confuses and arouses me.

“Lavander oil helps with aches,” she whispered and bathed me in her natural scent, as she kissed my temple.

I pulled her in. Without overthinking, I pressed my head into her belly, pushing my forehead into the little roll of fat she carried at her waist. It was the most comfortable feeling and if I were to die, it would be there.

Nalla held me as she held me last night, when I thought I drowned, when I couldn’t even walk. The sigh that left my body unclasped more tension, more than I ever knew I carried. As if bricks downed my body for decades and just now, I realized I carried their weight. The pain in my back sharpened, and I twitched a hiss.

“It’s my spine. I don’t know,” I confessed.

She pulled back, her face as concerned as before, worried that it was her actions which caused me the lingering pain. But the dull ache on my thighs was somewhat nice, like pressing into a bruise. She searched my back, sliding her warm hand over my shoulder blades and down my spine. Her actions weren’t sexual, but somehow, they felt sexual.

“There aren’t bruises or cuts,” she murmured. “We should take it easy.”

To me, it sounded like she’d leave me alone once more to recover. Panic settled in my belly. I didn’t wish to be alone, not when I’ve just uncovered so many things about myself. Selfishly, I wanted her with me. Even if all we do is play cards. I didn’t wish her gone.

“It’s nothing,” I assured. “It’s gone, I’m fine.”

She studied my face, attempting to detect lies. I wasn’t used to smiling, but around her, my mouth involuntarily curved upwards.

“Did you enjoy it? What I did to you. The pain mixed with the pleasure?” She asked, almost unsure. She worried at her lip, tucking the lower one into her teeth.

I had the most powerful orgasm of my life, so I almost laughed at her question. Still, I was hesitant. These were new sensations and discoveries I hadn’t comprehended. In the pits, if I was beaten, I hated it. Hated each moment and only fueled hate and anger. I didn’t hate her. And I wasn’t angry. On the contrary, I kept thinking of the sting that shot desire straight into my cock.

“Yes,” I admitted.

It took a lot for the words to leave my mouth. I felt like I lost something. Dignity. Power. I’m letting go of a part of me I’ve kept hidden for a long time. Like if I voiced it, the world would know I have a weakness. It’s shaped like Nalla and the voice she used when she commanded me. The instinct to say no but scream yes.

Her fingers caressed my hair and she smiled a little. Our tender moment was interrupted by the knock on the door, that blasted door I wished to yank from the hinges. She brightened and left me. Losing her warmth was keen.

A massive tub was set in the center of the room. Servants brought buckets of hot water and Nalla walked around the space lighting candles, creating a soft glow when she closed the curtains. Now it looked like night descended and we were once more alone in the safe space Nalla created for us.

She poured the oil into the steaming water, and I stood, coming up behind her and holding her close. I was stark naked and desperate to feel her flesh against mine. She hadn’t allowed me to do that yet. Slowly, she turned and met my eyes. Silently, she shed her robe, making it pool at my feet.

Standing before me as she was, I couldn’t stop staring at her. Suddenly I understand all the men before me who’ve loved the woman who chained them despite love not being allowed. She was a goddess amongst mortals, and I was overwhelmed with the realization that at this moment; she wanted me and only me.

All she’s doing is for me. I’m hurt, she ensures I’m healed. I’m hungry, she ensures I’m fed. I’m vulnerable, she ensures I’m held. Every candle she lit was for me because that’s the way she showed she cared. On instinct, I cupped her face, and the roundness of her cheek molded my palm. I was a little embarrassed at the abrasiveness of my hand against the softness of her skin. She didn’t seem to mind; she turned her face and pressed a kiss into my palm. It sent a shiver up my body and my cock, despite all the attention it’s received, twitched.

She smiled and stepped back, sinking into the water. I watched her, a little fascinated. The water covered her up to her breasts; they floated up, making half-moon circles in the scented bath.

Nalla laughed a little, splashing and startling me.

“Get in,” it was a command, and it goes straight to my cock.

I couldn’t recall ever doing this. Bathing in warm water. Usually, we dipped in the small lake or the river when the rain came and crystalized the waters. It had never been warm, and it had never been clean.

When I remained unmoved, she grasped my hand and pulled me in. Tentatively, I raised my foot and set it in the water. It felt divine. She tugged again, and I was inside, standing up to my knees, delighting in the warmth. Slowly, I sat between her legs. I wished to sleep in this water. I grasped the edge of the tub just to anchor myself in something, but she slinked her legs around me and pulled me back into her. The feel of her cunt was against my buttocks, and I paused, looking at her over my shoulder.

She had a mischievous look mixed with pride. “Does that feel better?”

Her hands trailed to the lingering welts on my thighs.

Better? It felt like heaven and my cock rose to the clouds. I caressed her legs and pulled her to me, grasping her thighs and feeling her breasts against my back. She touched my chest and left small tracks of her nails as she lightly scratched down my front. I paused when she kissed my neck, for I was flooded with a desire to hold her.

Truly hold her.

She’d held me so many times, but my arms were still empty. At the same time, I reminded myself that told hold her was to care for her. And one day, if I stayed with her, she would also hold another.

“What? What is it?” She was adept at studying my face.

“Have you done this before? When you’ve practiced?”

The slip of bitterness in my tone wasn’t lost on me or on her.

She paused her caresses and extracted herself from me. Her loss is sharp and I protested before I could stop myself. But my words died at my throat when she moved around, splashing water over her fine floors. Then she sank once more, right between my legs. The water sloshed around us, but she slid herself into me. The ends of her hair are wet, and the vapor made her skin glow. Instantly, I pulled her in. She was pressed against me, and this is the most intimate we’ve ever been. She took my face in her hands and slowly went to kiss my cheek. But I wanted more than chaste kisses.

I turned and captured her mouth.

Nalla gasped quietly, but buried her hands in my hair and moaned. The feeling of her in my arms enraptured my senses. All I could think was she was mine, and I was hers. It was the most insane line of turbulent thoughts. But as I felt all of her as I caressed her back, I admit I wished to do this since the moment I watched her peruse the other men in the pit.

She pressed her forehead to mine as we were in a temporary cocoon. Outside of it, the world was dark and shaded, and didn’t allot room for displays such as this. She met my eyes and leaned in, rotating her hips until her cunt brushed against my cock. I gasped and pulled her closer. She shook her head again with that mischievous look.

“Why?” I asked, aghast.

She smiled wider. “Soon.”

I became increasingly irritated by her carefully crafted schedule and found myself on the verge of whining.

“I wish to pleasure you in the same manner you’ve pleasured me.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck, her legs tightening around my waist, the water splashing our faces.

“You have pleasured me, just not how you think.” She bit my lower lip.

I groaned and held her tighter. Her lips trailed down to my neck, kissing and licking me until goose pimples erupted over my skin despite the warmth of the water.

“You wish to be in me?” she asked huskily.

I nodded as she trailed her tongue into my ear, my fingers digging into her back, pulling her closer. Willing to agree to anything at this moment, just to be in her.

“Alright.”

I could sing.

“But I enter you first.”

This fucking bitch.

The lovely bath was over, and we moved to the bed.

There was no reason my cock should be this raging hard. It’s criminal. What I want to know is why, why am I like this? Willing to drag myself from a warm bath to lay myself on the bed and presenting my ass to her. Surely it cannot come from a natural source. Yet… I try not to groan as she pressed into the muscle of my lower back. Having a naked woman straddling your back can, I suppose, change a man’s mind.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Tannor?” Her voice is melodic. Distracting.

Her fingers moved lower to my upper buttocks as she dug her fingers expertly into my flesh; the bath oil had slicked my skin. I swallowed my moans.

“Tell me how it feels.” She was nearly purring, and I didn’t have to look at her to know she was satisfied with her skill.

When I didn’t answer, I heard, before I felt a sharp sting of a slap on my right ass cheek. I grunted and pressed myself into the sheets. Fuck. I was more aroused than ever, twisting into the bedding.

“Tell me,” she said with authority.

I lifted my head as she continued the massage, rubbing against the skin she just attacked.

“Good,” I managed between teeth.

Good is an understatement. I had a sudden visual of her reddening my ass with those little hands and me coming into the sheets without her as much as grasping my cock.

My cock twitched again as she grabbed handfuls of my ass and pressed into the muscle.

“You have a lovely ass, my angel,” she whispered.

Not a body part I ever considered being enticing, but she was obsessed with it. Her focus on it made me quiver with desire. I was desperate to thrust into the bedding, but I won’t give her the satisfaction, not when I protested and complained all the way from the tub to the bed. I’d assured her I would find no pleasure in this new little lesson of hers, but she’d just listened with a coy smile. As if she knew something I didn’t.

Then she did something that made my mind lose all sensibility. As she massaged, she opened my cheeks, fully parted them to stare at my most secret place. Then she blew gently into it. The bastard blinked wildly–I wasn’t certain if it was in warning or a happy greeting.

My body was in complete shock, and I grasped the bedsheets, fisting them tightly. I bite my lip as she continued her ministrations.

She drizzled more oil all over my ass. A little trickle slipped into the crack and my breath hitched. Without my permission, my body pushed out to her. A welcoming. I tell it not to. This is what she wants, not what I want. She chuckled and my face reddened.

“I think we can say more than good.” I heard her inhaled sharply, smelling the scent I supposedly exuded as she made a satisfied noise.

My brain was frozen, and I could neither deny nor confirm. Then she pressed her little finger against my hole, and I couldn’t help but gasp. A little fear goes through me, but it’s overcome with curiosity.

She’s slathering the crack of my ass with oil; it falls into my balls, and I spread my legs. Why do I spread my legs? Why are they spreading? She wasn’t using her magic, for I could always sense it.

Then she pushed into my asshole, and I grunted as she forced herself past the clenched muscle.

“Open up for me, Tannor, open your hole,” she whispered.

I shook my head because I didn’t have words.

“Let’s see how tight you are,” she cooed.

Because nothing other than shit had visited that cavity, I wanted to snarl. But my traitorous bastard of a cock was straining, waving a welcome flag to her actions.

Then she pushed into me, and a strange sound left my mouth. It’s me trying to tell her to stop and also telling her yes.

There was a sharp sting as she made it past the resisting muscle and then she was in me. I’m skewered on her slick finger. My cock will surely explode. It’s too… intimate. She moaned and in my next inhale, I could smell her arousal.

I was dizzy with something I couldn’t truly call desire. It was half panic, half raving lust.

“You feel so warmth, Tannor,” she purred and twisted her finger.

I had no more bedsheets to grasp, so I pulled them under me, pressing my face into the bedding until I cannot breathe. Her finger wiggled, and she shoved it further in. I feel a sharp pain inside before something happens that made me yell.

It was a button. Inside. Some sort of magic pleasure button.

“Nalla!”

I was shoving my ass up now, because one finger became two. It stretched my cavity, creating a discomfort that combined with the pleasure. Surely, I’ve died. She curled her fingers, pushing and pushing into that hot spot of delight. I felt pressure, a combination of having to relieve myself and desire mixed into one.

Then she pulled out of me, and I was mad with anger. Anger that she’d done this. Anger that she’d shown me that if I can withstand a minor discomfort, there’s immense pleasure to be had.

Nalla chuckled as I turned to glare at her. She looked very pleased with herself. She also looks like a goddess. Her nipples, hard as little pebbles.

“That was… the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen,” she said as she ran her hands down the back of my thighs and looked at me.

“What did you do? What is that?” I momentarily forgot my erection.

“It’s what makes bottoming so pleasurable for men. Women don’t have it, only men.” She continued caressing my legs. “That’s just a taste, so you know.”

“What do you mean?” I still shook.

“That when I finally fuck your lovely ass, Tannor, the pleasure will be even more,” she smiled with dilated eyes, lust dripping from her mouth.

I have this incredible visual of her naked with a strapped phallus. Kneeling between my legs, grasping my cock and entering me in measured, hard strokes. My cock was delighting at the prospect.

She reached between my legs and lovingly fondled my balls. I closed my eyes and fell back on the sheets. I was gyrating my hips, desperate for her to allow me to turn so she can do something about my cock. Or at least leave me be so I could yank it myself as I hatefully imagine her entering me.

Her expert fingers pressed and pulled lightly on the tender flesh. I was about to pass out from desperation when she moved her hand and leaned over me. She kissed my back then began lightly spanking one cheek. Then the other. I thank the heavens because if she hits me hard enough, my erection will dwindle. However, quite the opposite happens. As her hits increase and the pain builds, I grow desperate. It’s that magic moment when her hand landed on my ass, that sharpness. She wasn’t hitting me hard enough to cause damage, but I realize she’s enjoying the bouncing of my cheeks.

She increased the pain, and I was gasping, desperate, shoving my ass back to her once more. More, I scream in my head. Harder. She concentrated on a spot and abused it for a solid ten swats until I feel actual pain. I was hissed between clenched teeth. The harder she hit me, the more I wanted her in me. I was a desperate fool.

Then she stopped, and it took all my control not to scream for her to continue. Now she lovingly caressed my reddened flesh. My cock hurt more than my ass. It had taken over my entire thought process.

“You’ve been such a good boy, my angel,” she whispered and the praise had me losing my breath. Yes, I’m good. I want to be good, I want her pleased. What was the matter with me?

“And a deal is a deal. Why don’t you turn around so I can ride you, Tannor?”

I could almost sing.