The silent male steps in front of me and trails his fingertips softly up and down my arms, almost like a caress. The sensation of his skin against mine pulls a gasp from my lips, and my phoenix stirs again, responding to his closeness .
"You are so beautiful, Princess. More magnificent than the prettiest flower, or the brightest star. You are a true treasure... one of the wonders of the world, and I am honored to spend this night with you."
His voice is a perfect blend of deep and soothing, smooth and sure, and it makes my heart soar. But I'm thrown by his words. Honored? Princess? No Handler has ever used such terms of endearment with me during these sessions. He’s surely playing with me, so I say nothing, assuming he is trying to give me a false sense of security. But, then why does my skin almost tingle where he touches me? Why do I find his steady breathing so reassuring? I’ve never felt anything like this before. Who is he?
Tracing up my arms to my neck, he stops, softly holding my chin, elevating my face. His hot breath warms my skin as he trails tiny kisses along my jawline, his lips soft and gentle. My body trembles in excitement. I have never been kissed like this before. He drags his hand from my chin and threads his fingers through my hair, cupping the back of my head. He pulls my hair ever so gently, but with enough force that I understand he wants me to tilt my head up, so I do, just as his lips crash into mine. I squeak and jump at the intrusion, not sure what I should do. I've never had a Handler kiss me before. The feeling is so foreign.
"Why aren't you kissing me back?" he asks after pulling away. His smooth voice almost a whisper, as if he’s trying not to scare me.
"Umm..." I trail off, not knowing how to tell him that I don't know how, that I've never done it. I’m actually embarrassed. I’ve been drank from, sucked on, fucked, and used in so many different ways, but never kissed.
"I need you, Princess, like I need air to breathe. Please. Kiss me," he begs.
I'm honest with him and whisper. "I don’t know how.” I hang my head in shame. “I've never been kissed before." My cheeks heat with my admission.
He chuckles in exasperation, like he can't actually believe what he’s hearing. "Well, that is a travesty that I intend to rectify. Please, sit down on the bed.” Grabbing my shoulder, he guides me down onto something soft. I lift my tail and flutter my wings to steady myself as I land on the cool material.
“First, we must face each other like this.” He swings one of my legs onto the surface, effectively turning my body. My other leg rests on the floor. The rustle of material suggests he has done the same. “Perfect.” He runs his finger along my cheek. “God, you’re beautiful.” His words warm my chest. “Now, just follow my lead.” Nervous, I wait for him to proceed. It makes me uncomfortable having to choose to reciprocate such an intimate act; I’m not usually in control of my body during these sessions.
I find comfort in the roughness of his hands as he stroke my skin. He cups my face, carefully pressing his lips against mine. This time, I’m ready and don’t jump at the contact. As he pulls me closer, I move my lips against his, returning his soft kiss. He groans with the contact.
With my hands shackled behind me and seated in the awkward position, I lose my balance, falling face first into his chest. Flustered, I try to right myself and apologize, nervous my inadequacy will bring on his wrath, “Oh! I’m so sorry! It’s just the angle. I was leaning too much. I couldn’t keep my balance-” I don’t get to finish my rant as he cuts me off, placing a finger on my lips to silence me.
“Shh, sweet girl. It’s okay, it’s okay.” His soft voice is assuring. He cradles me against him, stroking my long hair. The feeling is almost… comforting? Where did that thought come from? He’s just here to use me, like all the others. I need to keep my guard up.
Lying with my cheek against his chest, I notice for the first time how muscular he is. Listening to his steady heartbeat I take in how hard and broad his chest is. He must be solid muscle under his clothes. To my utter surprise, the thought of his power excites me. Normally, I hate feeling vulnerable and powerless next to a Handler, but something feels different about this one. Turning my face into his body, I inhale his scent, which alone causes my heart to race. Leaning his face into my hair, he does the same thing, breathing in my scent.
“God, you smell amazing, Princess,” he murmurs, nuzzling into my hair. “I have to taste your lips again. Here, let me help you up.” He grips my shoulders, sits me up, and skims his lips back and forth against mine before planting a soft kiss in each corner. My heart swells, and my phoenix preens beneath my skin while he deftly unclips the shackles restricting my wrists. I caress his lips with my own in return, then roll my shoulders a bit and swing my arms to loosen up those tight muscles.
The mattress sinks as he moves behind me. He gently grabs my hips and lifts me, turning me so that my legs hang off the side of the bed. Unsure of what to expect from this male, I startle when his strong hands grip my shoulders. Avoiding contact with my wings, he starts to... massage me?
Did he actually notice that I’m sore? Why does he care if I’m sore? I’m always fucking sore. Maybe for some fucked up reason he does care about my well being. If I’m honest with myself, there is something drastically different about this Handler. My mind continues its internal battle trying to understand his motives while he rubs out the muscles in my shoulders. The sensation is almost lulling me to sleep. Moaning in pleasure, I lay my head back against his hard chest as he continues to work out my knots.
There is not a view of this female that doesn’t please me. Her gorgeous wings flutter between our bodies... immaculate. Soft and colorful, beautiful same as she is. I just want to bury my face in her plush feathers.
God… This female is going to be the death of me. I don’t think I can restrain myself much longer, and I don’t think I want to.
Her moans of approval run straight to my cock, as I work her tight shoulders. She’s so small under my large hands, her skin smooth and unblemished. Then, to my surprise, she leans her head back and rests against my chest. Not wanting to take advantage of her obvious vulnerability, I nuzzle my face into her hair, basking in her scent, and continue to massage her shoulders.
His talented hands knead my sore muscles with skill. Realizing that I have let my guard down and am actually leaning back against him, I catch myself and sit back up. He notices the abrupt movement and removes his hands. Immediately I miss the contact, mourning the loss of his warmth against my skin. He sighs, obviously unhappy with my reaction.
“The rules of my purchase agreement require that I remove your outfit, maintain your blindfold, and that you remain bound at all times. I’m sorry, princess, but I must comply.” Regret laces his words. “They could be watching us this very minute.” Of course it fucking does. They must strip my pride along with my clothes.
Nodding in understanding, I wait for him to begin, growing anxious with anticipation. My body trembles at the thought of being revealed to him, but this time with a hint of excitement. That tug in my gut chooses this moment to make itself known, and I find that I want to be exposed to him, in fact, my phoenix practically demands it. God, what is wrong with me? Surely I have lost my mind.
The bed shifts again as he slides off and steps in front of me. He takes my hands and pulls, helping me to stand. I flutter my wings to gain my balance, as adrenaline courses through me with a mixture of apprehension and exhilaration. He slides his fingers up my arms and along my back when he stills. “What the hell are these?” he asks running his fingers gently along my skin.
“What?” I ask as he spins me around.
“Lift your wings.” I do as requested and hear a sharp inhale of breath. “Your back is covered in pink slashes, princess. What happened to you?”
I swallow loudly. “I… Umm… I misbehaved and was punished for it.”
A deep growl vibrates his chest, and I feel a surge of protectiveness coming from him. “It looks like you were beaten within an inch of your life.”
“I- I�
��m okay. I heal quickly. The marks will be gone by tomorrow.” I don’t know how, but I can sense his feelings. Anger, frustration, and a deep need to protect me stand out from the onslaught of emotions coming from him as he mutters obscenities under his breath.
“I’m sorry, princess,” he says, taking a deep breath. “It just angers me so much to see you treated this way.” Gently he grasps my wings and guides them back down. He walks in front of me and plants a soft kiss on my lips. Reaching under the metal, feathered collar, he presses the release, disconnecting the rest of my top from the collar. Slowly, he drags his strong hand across my skin to my back, disengaging the second release that unhinges the top.
I suck in a breath as he opens the top, freeing my breasts. My nipples peak at the first touch of cool air, as the metal drops to the floor.
“Fuck.” He whispers to himself, before tracing around the contours of my breasts, teasing back and forth under the swell of them with his sure fingers. My body erupts in goosebumps as he circles until his fingertips reach my hardened peaks. Tweaking my nipples, I moan as they harden further, loving his attention. My succubus stirs, and my phoenix ruffles her feathers. The first twinge of arousal ripples through my body as I reach out to grip his muscular arms.
Her breasts are flawless. Ample and round, soft and perky, with sexy pink nipples that I can’t wait to wrap my lips around. “Fuck.” I groan in adoration as my mouth waters at the sight of her. I trace around their perfection, exploring every soft curve until I can’t help but tweak those perfect pink tips. They harden further at my touch. Her body shivers with goosebumps, and I start to smell the sweet musk of her arousal. I groan when her areolas tighten with excitement, loving what my touch is doing to her.
She moans as I work her tits, and my cock jumps in response.
Down boy, not yet.
“I’m going to lay you down now, Princess. I don’t want to, but I have to restrain you, okay?” She licks her lips and nods in understanding. I hate that this is commonplace for her, that she’s accustomed to performing like a marionette for these monsters, placed in compromising positions while they take control of her body, forcing themselves on her over and over. As my rage builds, I take a deep breath to calm myself.
I will rescue her from this life. We will rescue her… my team and I.
Carefully I slide one arm under her wings and around her shoulders, the other under her knees, and I scoop her up to lay her down on the bed, but I find I just can’t release her yet. It feels so right to hold her like this, as if it’s meant to be, or she was made for me. Her head falls back, arching her back and pushing those perfect tits up towards my face.
With that I can no longer hold back, and I lean down, wrapping my lips around one of those supple nipples. I swirl my tongue around the erect peak, drawing the sexiest moan I have ever heard tumbling from her perfect lips.
I’ve never been as turned on in my entire pathetic existence as I am in this moment. He must have put a spell on me or something. The sensation of his warm mouth on my nipple is overwhelming. A moan escapes my lips, and I arch into him, wanting more. He growls in response, and the vibrations course through my body, eliciting a gush of wetness in between my legs. He pulls off of my nipple with a pop, my breast jiggling as he releases it.
“Princess, you are so beautiful. Please, allow me to take care of your needs tonight. Let me worship you,” he begs, rubbing his nose against mine. Worship me? Sounds too good to be true but breathlessly, I agree and nod my head.
“Yes. I want you to.”
Seeming reluctant to let me go, he lays me down on the soft bed. I miss the comforting feel of his strong arms around me. I don’t fight him when he pulls my arms up above my head, effectively pushing out my tits as he uses the D-rings on my shackles to secure me to the bed. He traces from my wrists, down the length of my arms to my narrow waist, my anticipation growing with just the touch of his deft fingertips.
His hands land on the amethyst buckle that secures my feathered skirt. Releasing the hinge, he opens the skirt, and I lift my hips, allowing him to slide it out from under me. By the sound of clanking metal, he throws it across the room. Only the tiny silver thong now covers me.
“Princess, you have no idea what your body is doing to me, what you’re doing to me. I’ll go crazy if I don’t touch you.” He skims the tips of his fingers under my thong, dipping them into the hollows of my hip bones. “There’s something special about you, like we’re connected on some deep level. There’s a pull that gravitates me towards you, that tightens when I get near you, drawing me in to your body.” He plants a kiss on my hip. “I just have to taste you…” He doesn’t finish the thought aloud, he just rips the thong off of my body.
He feels the pull too? What does that mean? “Who are you?” I ask breathlessly.
I surrender to the overwhelming need to be with her and rip the thong off of her gorgeous body, exposing her pussy to me.
She inhales sharply. “Who are you?”
I lick my lips and immerse my face between her legs to avoid responding. The truth is, I don’t know what to tell her. I don’t want to get her hopes up, confessing who I am or that we intend to come back for her when I don’t have a clear plan on how to rescue her. I don’t know if it’s even possible.
With the perfect distraction, I extend my tongue to lick up and down her crease. A moan escapes her sensual lips, and she writhes against the bed. Her colorful hair drapes across the sheets and over the chains restraining her arms. In spite of myself and her circumstances, I am completely turned on by how hot she looks all tied up. Her movements are so sexy as she wiggles her perfect body on the bed, fighting the restraints, with those magnificent wings spread out beneath her.
He responds to my question by burying his face in between my legs. Not caring that he didn’t answer, I moan and pull on my chains, wanting to touch him like he is touching me. He licks up and down my slit, my body flooding with arousal. After one long lick, he pulls off of me and says, “The rules of the auction state that I can’t tell you who I am… not yet. What I can tell you, is that you do not need to fear me. For now, consider me your… friend.”
A friend? I’ve never had a friend. I don’t get to dwell on his words when he glides his rough hands up and down my legs, which lie flat and slightly parted on the bed. The coarseness of his skin completely contradicts to his gentle manner. I relish the feel of his hands on me. My body calls to him, on an animalistic level, and I once again feel my animals rise to the surface beneath my skin. They like him too and call to his beast. The tug in my gut is all the affirmation I need, and I work up the courage to open up for him. Because, let’s face it…
I want him.
For the first time of my own accord, I open my legs to a Handler and willingly invite him in. He groans when he gets his first glimpse of my spread pussy.
“Oh, Princess. I want you more than I have ever wanted anything in my entire life. Allow me to give this perfect pink pussy a kiss.”
“Yes.” I whisper to him, my voice raspy with need.
“Mmm.” He hums his appreciation before diving in. Spreading out my lips even further with his fingers, he locates my needy clit and gives it the attention my body craves. His arms curl under my thighs, spreading them out, opening me up even further. Licking circles around my clit, he drives me wild with desire, and a flood of arousal dampens my legs.
“Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!” I cry out as I get closer and closer to my release. Letting go of my thighs but continuing his assault on my swollen nub, he trails his hands up my body till he finds my neglected nipples. Pulling and tweaking, twisting and pinching, that’s all my body needs to send me over the edge as he sucks directly on my engorged clit. I scream my pleasure into the air, my toes curling into the soft bedding. With light licks, he allows me to ride out the aftershocks of my orgasm.
My clit pulses, like it has its own heartbeat. I can’t remember ever coming that hard before. My breath stutters and my body trembles from its power.
I’m like putty as I lie on the bed, enjoying the feeling of having my needs taken care of for once, with no pain.
“Why are you doing this?” I ask. I can’t help my curiosity, no one ever treats me this way.
“Because, Princess, I want to. Because you deserve it. Because I would give you the world if I could.”
This is my breaking point, and he didn’t even need to use torture and pain to find it. His soft touch and kind words somehow inflict even more damage than any spank or whip he could use against me in anger. The sincerity in his voice brings tears to my eyes, and as each word bounces around my head, my emotions splinter, and a sudden sob escapes me.
Happiness will never be possible for me in this life. This night will end, and he will leave.
The bed dips, and his skin brushes against my heaving chest as he crawls up my body, his legs in between mine while he cradles the back of my head in his strong hands. The blindfold doesn't stop the tears from leaking out, it only catches them in the silk fabric.
“Princess, what’s wrong? Did I say something?”
I’m taken aback by his kindness, I would never want him to think he has done anything wrong. “No, no you said nothing wrong.” I want to pay his tenderness back with honesty. “It just all feels so right. The tug you spoke of… I feel it too. I’m drawn to you, like a greater force is pulling us together.” I sniff as he wipes the tears from my cheeks. “You’ve made me… happy. I don’t remember ever being happy.” I swallow back the lump forming in the back of my throat. “This night will end, you will leave, and I will once again be alone and afraid.”
My throat burns as I try to hold back the flood of tears. “I almost wish this night didn’t happen, that you had never bought me.” My voice comes out in a hoarse whisper with my last confession. “I wish I didn’t know how good I could feel, then I wouldn’t be so painfully aware of the loss of... you.”
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