2. A Good Submissive
Leni
My mate was a small man.
Well, perhaps not by human standards. He was about six feet tall with pitch-black hair and pretty brown eyes. Pale skin with freckles, dark chest hair, and a cock that would satisfy me despite our size difference if my guess was right based on the bulge in his pants.
He was very cute, too. I especially loved the way his cheeks turned such a bright shade of red when he blushed. So far, he’d blushed at least three times.
Not that I’d doubted the Barista finding my match, but I was still pleasantly surprised.
Archer was everything I wanted.
And truly, I loved that he was so much smaller than me.
Small enough to pick up and handle and use the way I wanted to.
My mind was already running through all the wicked ideas I had for us.
Using him as my tea table, having him kneel as my foot stool, drowning him between my thighs and letting him breathe only when I deemed him worthy of my air.
I was very thankful he wasn’t completely human, as humans were so fragile compared to monsters. His bones and muscles would be able to handle much more without shattering. I wanted to hurt him, yes, but I didn’t want to break him.
The moment he stepped into the cafe, I wanted to pounce.
I’d decided to test his willingness to submit, only to watch him kneel in front of me without a care in the world for those who watched.
The way his sweet eyes had focused on me and only me felt different from the strangers who lusted for my touch. His desire stoked a deeper part of me.
Flirting was fun and all, but I took this date very seriously. Being ogled by other patrons was just annoying and took away from my focus on Archer, so I’d brought us back to my home.
I knew what I wanted. I always did. And I always got what I wanted.
Archer was who I wanted.
He sucked in a sharp breath and his groan echoed through my nest as my clothing fell away. My nipples came free, already hard and in need of being sucked by his soft lips.
I bit back a command, allowing him to simply stare and admire.
I had an ego. I wasn’t shy about it. I wanted to be put on a pedestal and worshipped like a goddess. I loved sex and needed to be fucked thoroughly and often. Would he be able to keep up with my appetite?
As my mate, I had no doubt he would. Perhaps he was a bigger slut than I was.
I hoped to find out.
Archer dug his teeth into his bottom lip, his eyes wide. He studied me for a few moments and then his shoulders finally relaxed. All of the trepidation I’d scented on him slipped away. He was sinking into his element, I realized. It was as if a switch had flipped.
Yes. Gods, I wanted him.
“May I touch you?” he asked.
“Yes. Anywhere you’d like. But I want you to address me as Mistress.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
I purred, my wings drawing in and tucking against my shoulder blades. His scent drenched the room, and if the bulge wasn’t telling of his arousal, his smell certainly was. “I want you to undress too. I want to see what’s mine.”
Archer immediately leaned back and grabbed his belt, unclasping it. Within seconds, he shucked off his clothes and tossed them to the side. I admired his body, his lean muscles, and his dark chest hair that trailed down his stomach, down toward his leaking cock.
Now, my little mate was completely naked and horny in my nest. Exactly where he belonged.
I let out a sound of approval as pre-cum dripped down the bulbous head of his shaft.
To my surprise, his cock wasn’t like a human’s.
Ridges formed a ring every couple centimeters around his shaft, running all the way down to the base.
A thick vein ran along the underside, his balls heavy and smooth..
“Do your human partners ever get scared of you?” I teased.
“No,” he huffed. “Although admittedly, I’ve only been with a couple humans.”
My smirk turned naughtier. “Have a thing for monsters, hmm?”
“Well . . .” he gestured at me and grinned. “Look at how stunning you are.”
Very smooth with the compliments. I liked it. I wanted him to shower me with praise and lust. I also wanted his cock inside me, but I would wait. Before I gave him that privilege, he needed to do a little bit of work to earn it.
“Mistress, may I touch you now?”
“Yes, you may.”
“Thank you.”
Archer lowered down onto all fours, his gaze locking with mine, and crawled. He didn’t have to crawl very far, but seeing him immediately submit like this made my clit pulse with the need for his touch.
I slid my hand under his chin and guided his mouth up to my nipple. His lashes fluttered as he closed his lips around me and sucked. We groaned together and I sighed, my head tossing back as he cupped both of my breasts, squeezing and palming them.
“Beautiful,” he rasped, kissing his way over to my other one. “I’m undeserving of this, Mistress.”
I slid my knee forward between his muscled thighs, his cock resting against me. He radiated heat as he gave the smallest thrust, grinding as he kept sucking and teasing me.
My body buzzed with need. I wanted him to get me off, I wanted to let him come, and then I wanted us to enjoy some tea and something sweet while we talked and got to know each other.
And then I wanted to fuck. Again and again and again until we fell asleep.
“Archer,” I murmured, running my fingers through his hair. It was so soft and felt good to touch. He moaned and released my nipple, looking up at me. “If you can make me orgasm, I’ll let you fuck my tits. Then we’ll have a little date, hmm?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said. “I’d be honored.”
His words pleased me. I planted a kiss on his forehead, then sprawled back in the middle of the nest. Blankets and pillows surrounded us.
I’d spent at least three hours yesterday making this in hopes that I would bring my mate home.
To have him here was to finally fulfill the desire I'd held close to my chest for so long.
I was curious. What would he do to make me come?
My thighs parted, revealing my pussy to him. He cocked his head, his gaze landing on me with deep appreciation.
“Your clit is perfect,” he murmured. “How do you like to be touched, Mistress? Is there anything you dislike?”
“I want to see what you do to me, but you should know that when you’re inside me, my inner walls will coat your cock with a gel that’ll force you to come repeatedly.
If you taste it, it’ll make your heat more intense.
Also, while I don’t think your cock is quite big enough to reach it, there is a spot inside me rough to the touch that is like an orgasm button. ”
“Wonderful. Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He shook his head. “I’m so lucky.”
“Touch me.”
My tail curled around his ankle, wings spreading out behind me. Archer immediately moved between my knees and pushed them further apart.
“May I lick you and kiss you, Mistress?”
“Yes,” I said. “You’re a good boy for asking for permission, aren’t you?”
“I am,” he agreed. “I’ll do anything you want me to do.”
That satisfied me. I dragged my claws lightly over my stomach as he pressed his lips against my inner thighs.
He took his time, even though pre-cum still dripped from his cock and he clearly needed relief.
His focus was entirely on me, on touching me.
When I moaned, he paid attention to why.
When I whimpered, he doubled down on his efforts, teasing me until his breath was hot against my clit.
His hand slid up my side and then surprised me by stroking my feathers. I immediately gasped, pleasure bolting through me. His head snapped up and he raised a brow. “Did that feel good?”
“Yes,” I gritted out. “My wings are . . . sensitive.”
His fingers started working gentle circles over my feathers, sending streaks of electricity through me. I gasped as his mouth clamped over my pussy and he started licking, his tongue thrusting inside me. He started to groan, his hips humping against the blankets helplessly.
“You taste like heaven,” he panted. “Holy fuck, you’re perfect.”
I got lost in the feel of his hands and attentive mouth, my muscles clenching as he drove me to the edge. Once he figured out what pleased me, he kept doing it, pushing me and pushing me. His lips clamped down around my clit and he sucked.
His other hand reached for my left wing and he stroked both of them as his tongue flicked my clit faster.
“Fuck,” I cried.
“Please, Mistress,” he begged between licks. “Come all over my face. Drown me.”
His begs sent me over the edge. My claws dug into the blankets as I arched, my orgasm washing over me and taking every thought with its tide. Archer’s tongue drove inside me, lapping at me as I came, his gentle moans growing louder.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I melted against my nest, panting as every muscle softened.
Archer sat back on his heels, his tongue dragging over his lips and licking up remnants of my essence. It glistened on his face, his eyes dark with lust.
I raised a brow and pushed my tits together. “Come,” I demanded. “Your reward.”
“Thank you, Mistress.” He climbed on top of me, hesitant until I grabbed his ass and seated him over my ribcage. His cock slapped between my breasts and I pushed them together, enjoying the way his expression twisted with pleasure.
“Fuck,” he mumbled, his movements becoming clumsy and rushed.
I wasn’t sure how something so hot could be adorable at the same time. I liked witnessing this change. He’d been so smooth with how he’d touched me, but now he was just a little desperate mess.
“That’s right,” I purred. “Fuck my tits and thank me for it.”
Sweat glistened on his forehead. He pumped his cock faster, gliding between my breasts. “Thank you, Mistress. Thank you.”
His whimpers were music to my ears.
“Thank you. Thank you, Mistress.”
“Keep fucking them,” I growled.
Archer whined. “May I come, Mistress?”
“Not yet.”
His hips rocked faster, his expression twisting with agony. Pre-cum pooled on my chest as he fucked my breasts, his cheeks scarlet, his breaths labored.
Such a pretty little submissive.
“You may come,” I told him.
Immediately, hot ropes of cum jerked from his cock. He sucked in a breath as he came all over me, coating me in his seed. His muscles went limp, his eyes closing as he caught his breath.
I snapped my fingers. “Clean that up.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
He fell forward obediently. His tongue lapped up the droplets and he was thorough, licking up every single drop he’d left. Once he finished, his body collapsed on top of mine.
My eyes closed and I couldn’t stop smiling.
My mate.
I’d finally found him.