8. Ciel
8
CIEL
R yan’s nails dug into the palm of my hand as we walked back to my bedroom. If I were a kinder angel, a little less sadistic, I would give him a hint about what was in store. But I was every bit as cunning as any demon, and though it proved my downfall in Heaven, there was nothing on these Earthly plains that could stop me from seeing my desires through.
When we reached the bedroom, I kicked the door shut behind us. Ryan let go of my hand and looked around the room, his eyes lingering on the bed.
“I thought angels didn’t sleep,” he said, turning to look back at me.
“We don’t,” I confirmed.
“Then why do you have a bed?”
“There are other activities that can be performed in a bed, as I’m sure you well know.”
“Yes, but–“
“Would you prefer to go back out to the couch? Or maybe outside on the lawn? There are other options.”
Ryan’s face flushed. “No, the bed is fine. Am I allowed to use it for sleep, at least?”
I ducked behind the closet door, reappearing with a length of silk that I kept hidden behind my back in the volume of my wings. “Yes, why wouldn’t you be? My home is yours as long as you’re here. Everything that you want, you’re entitled to — well, almost everything.” I walked back around behind him, slipping my hand over his face. “Close your eyes and keep them closed.”
He swallowed hard. “I’m not so sure about this.”
“Rest assured, whatever you don’t want me to do to you, I will avoid. This is meant to be fun, although a little nervousness is healthy, I believe. If you’re too confident, where’s the fun in trying anything new?”
I moved my hand away and he nodded, eyes closed tightly. I began to wrap the silk fabric around his head, layering over his eyes so he couldn’t see a thing even when he opened them again.
“How does that feel?” I asked, tugging on the knot in the back to secure it.
“A little tight,” he replied.
“Shall I loosen it?”
“No, I’ll get used to it.”
That was my confirmation to move forward with my plans, so, staying behind him, I pulled him closer till my chest was against his back and my cock against his ass. I wanted more than anything to fuck him tonight, but it wasn’t time yet. I doubted that he would agree to it anyway if I asked, but there was much more we could do without a proper fucking just yet.
“Let’s get you on the bed, shall we?” I wrapped my arms around his waist and helped him hobble forward.
“I can’t see,” he reminded me.
“Let me be your eyes tonight.”
I got him safely over to the bed where I helped him climb on top before pushing him onto his stomach.
“What are you going to do?” he asked tensely.
“Get another tie.”
“For what?”
“Your hands. You trust me, don’t you?”
Ryan hesitated. “You did save my life — and you’re an angel, which is probably the most trustworthy monster out there, right?”
I chuckled. “I’m sure. As for what I plan on doing with you, tonight, my dear, we’re going to perform a little trust exercise: I keep you tied up, and you have every right to tell me what you want and don’t want.”
“And I have to trust you to do it for me?”
“Exactly.”
His lips spread into a mischievous smile. “I think I might actually like the sound of that.”
Ryan waited patiently as I tied up his wrists and for good measure, essentially confining him to the bed where he lay with his legs spread out and his head buried in the pillow. He turned it to the side when breathing became too difficult. I was confident the blindfold was holding in place because every time I moved or was silent for too long, he would ask me where in the room I was — if I was still there at all.
The only time he didn’t ask me where I was was when I climbed onto the bed and the depressions in the sheets made his body sink in deeper. He kept his mouth shut then, anticipating whatever was about to happen next.
The sun had long since set outside and darkness had fallen over the entire town. I worried briefly that I was keeping Ryan up too late, but he had nothing planned for tomorrow, except perhaps to spend more time with me while he waited for a phone call, and I would be none the worse for staying up all night — I did it every other night, of course.
“Tell me what you think of this.” I pressed my hand into his back just between his shoulder blades and dug my nails in.
I pushed gently at first, then a little harder. Ryan let out a long, heavy breath between clenched teeth. “It hurts,” he said quietly, “but I think I like it.”
I released the tension underneath my fingers, revealing four thin, red lines. The indentations faded quickly, leaving behind the faintest of marks, so I did it again, this time dragging my fingers down the length of his spine.
“I want you to remember me,” I told him, “when you’re getting out of the shower, or getting dressed for the day, or getting ready for bed at night. I want you to think of me every time you see or feel these marks.”
Ryan was silent, save for the rise and fall of his chest against the bed. His knuckles were white with how hard he was clenching the sheets, but he didn’t protest once, and he wasn’t going to, I was sure of that now. I had him exactly where I wanted him, and he didn’t wish it any other way either.