Page 41 of Guarded by the Gargoyle (Hidden Hollow #3)

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KAEL

I didn’t know what to expect when Willow told me to wait for her. I only knew I was grateful that she was so willing to forgive me—even if I was having a hard time forgiving myself.

I was glad now that I had listened to the human spirit who came to me earlier.

“Hey, are you the angel who was guarding my granddaughter?” he demanded.

I looked down at him in surprise. He was short for a human but he had a big personality.

“Is your granddaughter named Willow?” I asked.

“Yes, and she misses you! Why did you go off and leave her?” He sounded angry—which is unusual in Heaven. Mostly everyone is happy all the time there. Then again, I had been feeling sad and guilty the whole time I had been back, so it appeared we were both exceptions to the rule.

I couldn’t explain what I had done—I was too ashamed. So I only shook my head and mumbled something about how I couldn’t stay with Willow.

“That’s bullshit!” he said sternly, frowning up at me. “I don’t care what your excuse is, she’s missing you so much it’s making her cry. You go back and do right by her, right now! I mean it!”

Of course it was laughable to think that a human spirit could direct an angel—even one that was previously fallen. But the fact that he told me Willow was missing me made me want to at least check on her. I had thought to apologize so that maybe she could let me go—I firmly believed I no longer deserved to be with her, no matter how much I longed for her.

But now that I was here, it seemed that she wanted to keep me with her—at least for now. I wasn’t sure about severing my ties with Heaven a second time—would it even be allowed? It didn’t matter if it was or not—I would do anything to be with her.

And now, of course, I was intrigued. I liked it when she took control sexually. That may sound strange, coming from a seven-foot-tall, muscular male who has divine and angelic powers, but it’s true. My years of service to women have been a pleasure and I have never loved serving more than when it was Willow whom I was serving.

So I waited eagerly until the ten minutes she had specified were up and then I went upstairs to find her.

The cottage must have been at work because when I opened the bedroom door, I saw some new accoutrements had been added to the decor. The colors, which had previously been pastel, were darker now—deep purple and black. And the bedposts had something new as well—leather cuffs like the ones at the place where Willow had made the portal.

Willow herself had changed too. She was wearing a kind of black leather bustier that lifted her full breasts without covering them. My mouth watered to see her tight nipples—Gods, how I loved to taste and tease her!

Her soft pussy was on display down below because she wasn’t wearing any panties. She did, however, have on a pair of thigh-high black hose that framed her neatly trimmed mound of curls. Her long, black hair hung free around her shoulders and she had a stern look on her face.

I thought she had never looked more beautiful.

“Come here, Kael,” she ordered. “But first take off your clothes.”

I did as she asked, shedding my Heavenly garments at once. Her eyes traveled over my body, taking me in from my head to my feet and lingering on my shaft, which was still hard from tasting her.

“Goddess, you’re a beautiful man,” she murmured. “Do you like to show me your body, Kael?”

I felt a little surge of pleasure at her attention.

“Mistress, I like to do whatever you tell me,” I told her.

“And are you ready to be punished?” she asked.

I nodded.

“If it pleases you to punish me then yes, I’m ready.”

“I’m doing this so that we’ll be even,” she told me. “I’m going to take you like you took me, Kael. Are you going to let me?”

I felt a shiver of pure lust rush through me, making my shaft even harder. Gods, I was dripping precum already.

“Yes, Mistress,” I said hoarsely. “How…how are you going to punish me?”

“Come here and I’ll show you,” she said.

I walked over to the bed and she took out something that the cottage must have made for her and showed it to me. It looked like a slim, black wand with a wide base and several bulges up and down its length and it was attached to a kind of leather harness.

“Do you know where this is going to go once I put it on?” she asked, raising her eyebrows at me.

I felt my midsection tighten but not in an unpleasant way. No Mistress had treated me like this before, but I found I liked it— a lot.

“No, Mistress. Where…where does it go?” I asked hoarsely.

“Here.” She reached around and touched the cleft of my buttocks, sliding her fingers between them until her probing fingertip found my rosebud.

“Oh!” I jumped in surprise but didn’t try to pull away.

“Does that bother you, Kael?” she asked me. “If you want me to stop, I will. But I think you deserve this punishment, don’t you?”

Wordlessly, I nodded. I had penetrated her deeply when I was in my demonic form and out of my mind. Now it was her turn to penetrate me—that was fair. And besides, I wanted to let her do it—I wanted to submit to her. My shaft was so hard it ached.

“Good,” Willow said. “But before we start, I have to put something on you. Turn around and let me see your cock.”

I turned for her, presenting my shaft, which was standing at attention for her.

My Mistress seemed to like this sight.

“Good, you’re into it,” I heard her say.

“I’m into whatever you want to do to me, Mistress,” I told her. “What is that?” I added, because she had produced a kind of round black band.

“A cock ring. I can’t have you coming too soon—I want to ride you after…well, after I ride you.” She gave a low, sexy laugh that I could feel deep in my balls.

“Yes, Mistress,” I said obediently, watching as she put the ring on me. It fastened with that stuff that humans call “velcro.”

“So I can take it off, quickly if I want to,” she told me as she placed it.

Then, when I was fully aroused…and unable to come because of the ring at the base of my shaft, she nodded at the mattress.

“Bend over the bed and spread your thighs for me. Don’t worry—I’m going to use some lube,” she added, stroking my bare back. “I won’t hurt you, Kael.”

I turned to look at her once more and sucked in a breath. She had put on the leather harness and the slim black wand was thrusting up from between her thighs. Gods, we were really going to do this. She was going to penetrate me—to fuck me.

Of course I didn’t have to let her do it—she was a tiny human woman. I could have flown away or refused to bend to her will. I could have gone back to Heaven.

Instead, I bent over the bed and spread my legs, opening myself for her—submitting to the will of my Mistress.

Willow spread my cheeks and I felt something cool and tingly being massaged into my rosebud. I groaned softly as she slowly inserted a single finger…then another. Oh Gods, I couldn’t believe I was in this position, being opened and fingered by my Mistress! But I wouldn’t have traded places with anyone—I wanted to give myself to her. Wanted to open for her.

Finally she seemed to think I was ready because her fingers withdrew and I felt the blunt head of the black wand pressing against my entrance.

“Just take it easy, Kael,” I heard her murmur. “Be open for me—let me in.”

I tried to do as she said but it wasn’t easy—the black wand had looked slim but it was considerably thicker than her small fingers. I bit my lip and clenched my fists in the dark purple coverlet as she entered me. There seemed to be more and more of the black wand—Gods, how much more could I take? I could feel my rosebud opening slowly as she slipped it inside me—there was a little pain but not much—more a sensation of fullness as each bump and curve entered me.

At last, I felt her hips pressing against my ass and knew she was all the way in. My Mistress was inside me, as I had been inside her. She was taking me the way I had taken her. It was only fair. And Gods, it was incredibly hot. I flexed my inner muscles around the base of the wand, getting used to being penetrated—getting used to being opened.

“How does that feel, Kael?” she murmured, running her hands up and down my back. I had my wings spread so that she could reach me and I felt her stroke my feathers too—an indescribably erotic sensation.

“It…it feels good, Mistress,” I admitted, my voice a rough growl.

“And are you ready to be fucked?” she asked, stroking my back and my feathers some more.

“Yes, Mistress,” I groaned and couldn’t help adding, “Please—fuck me!”

“I’m going to give you what you asked for,” she promised me. I felt the black wand pulling almost all the way out of me…and then sliding in again. As it did, I felt the bump at the top of it find a special place inside me—one that made me gasp and jerk with pleasure.

“There it is,” I heard Willow murmur. “I wondered if angels had the same parts as human men.”

“Of course we do,” I gasped. “We are all made…by the same creator.”

“Of course,” she purred.

And then she began to really fuck me.

I groaned and gasped as she pumped inside me, the black wand filling my rosebud and back passage with every deep thrust. I tightened my grip on the coverlet and tried to brace myself but every time the wand hit that spot inside me, I couldn’t help crying out in helpless pleasure. My hard shaft rubbed against the soft mattress, leaking helplessly but unable to come as I submitted fully to her—as I took her pounding thrusts and opened myself for more.

“Good, Kael,” I heard my Mistress purring. “This is good. Open yourself for your punishment. Take what I’m giving you, the same way I took what you gave to me. After this, we’ll be even—you’ll be absolved.”

“Yes Mistress!” I panted, trying to open myself even more for her. “Yes, fuck me! Harder— deeper . Punish me as I deserve to be punished!”

That seemed to be exactly what she was intent on doing. But even as my pleasure built, I realized that it had nowhere to go—with the cock ring firmly around the base of my shaft, I still couldn’t come.

The need to release became greater and greater.

“Mistress!” I gasped at last. “Please—I need to come!”

Willow stopped fucking me. Instead, she pushed in deep and laid herself across my bare back, between my open wings. She was breathing hard. I felt her breath against my skin and the black rod still buried inside me.

“Do you feel like you’ve been punished enough now?” she asked me. “Are you going to forgive yourself now that I’ve fucked you the way you fucked me?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I promised. “I will—at least I’ll try.”

“Try hard,” she warned me. “Because if you start feeling guilty again, I’ll have no choice but to strap on this wand and punish you again.”

“As you wish, Mistress,” I groaned softly. “But please—let me come! My shaft feels like it’s going to burst .”

“I’ll let you come,” she promised. “But not until the right time. Which will be soon,” she added.

Then she rose and I felt the black wand pulling slowly out of me. A moment later, I rose myself on shaky legs to tower over her. Looking down at my Mistress, I couldn’t believe that such a small, curvy human could bring me to my knees the way she had. She was so small—so delicate. And yet I loved submitting to her. So when she ordered me to climb on the bed, I did so at once.

“I want you to sit on the bed with your back against the backboard,” she told me.

This was no punishment since the cottage had changed the backboard. It was no longer carved and wooden—instead it was padded in a deep purple fabric that matched the coverlet. I did as my Mistress said, going to sit there. My bottom was still a little tender, but the mattress was cushioned and it didn’t hurt—it just reminded me that I had been fucked. I furled my wings tightly behind me so they weren’t in the way.

“Very good.” Willow got on the bed beside me, on her knees so that her head was a little higher than mine. She glanced down at me, giving me a stern look. “Put your wrists up so I can cuff you in place,” she told me.

Wordlessly, I obeyed. My hands were quickly manacled to the bedposts on either side. My shaft, still achingly hard, was sticking up from between my thighs, begging for release but the thick black band was firmly fastened around its base, denying me a release.

“Kael, look at me,” Willow demanded, lifting my chin so that our eyes met. “I’m going to ride you until I come. And you’re going to let me—just the same way you let me fuck you.”

I nearly groaned with need. Gods, I loved it when she took control!

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, my voice low and gravelly with lust. “I am yours to do with as you please.”

“I know you are,” she told me. Then she straddled my lap and took my stiff, aching shaft in one of her soft little hands.

This time I couldn’t hold back my groan as she sank down onto me, taking my cock deep into her hot, wet depths. I didn’t remember much from our previous encounter when I had been in my demon form but I knew I would never forget this. Her soft little pussy felt like a velvet glove, squeezing me.

Once she was settled fully on top of me with my shaft buried to the hilt inside her, Willow gave me a stern look.

“Now, Kael, I’m going to ride you,” she told me. “And you’re going to hold perfectly still and let me do it. You’re not allowed to thrust until I say so. Understand?”

I was aching to thrust up inside her, but I nodded anyway.

“Yes, Mistress—whatever you say.”

“Good, because here we go.” She put her arms around my neck and looked into my eyes. Then, slowly, she rose up until only the crown of my cock was inside her sweet, sucking pussy. Just as slowly, she lowered herself back down.

It was a special kind of torture—almost as bad as when she had fucked me so deeply without letting me come. There I was, manacled to the bedposts with my Mistress astride me, caressing and massaging my throbbing shaft with her tight, wet pussy and I couldn’t do a thing but sit there and take it!

I clenched my hands into fists, trying to fight the urge to thrust—to pump up into her and fill her with my seed. But even if I had been free to thrust, I still couldn’t come—not until she removed the ring. She was in charge and I was helpless as she used me like a plaything—a toy.

I found that I loved it.

“Mistress,” I groaned, looking into her eyes. “Please, how long will you torment me? Your pussy is so soft and hot and wet around me—you’re so tight and my shaft is aching to come!”

“You can come when…when I do,” she panted. “And Goddess, I’m close!” She was grinding against me, taking me as deep as she could every time she came down on me. I could hear how hard her heart was beating and her scent said she was incredibly aroused. But of course, the wetness of her pussy would have told me that, even if I hadn’t been attuned to her.

“Mistress, I need to come inside you!” I growled, meeting her eyes again, which were dilated to black with desire. “I need to flood your womb with my seed!”

“Goddess!” She threw back her head and I could feel her pleasure as my own. She was close, so close . If she would just remove the band at the base of my shaft we could come together.

“Mistress, please!” I begged shamelessly.

“Yes—now!” Willow moaned. Reaching between us, she found the strap that released the ring and pulled it open. “Now fuck me!” she demanded. “Fuck up into me and make me come!”

“Yes, Mistress!” I had never been more glad to obey a command. I thrust upward, filling her tight pussy with my cock, feeling her caress my thickness as we ground together.

Our pleasure peaked almost at the same time, with Willow just a heartbeat ahead of me. I felt her inner walls tighten around me even more, milking me as though begging for my cream. And I was more than willing to give it to her.

With a low groan, I thrust up into her as deeply as I could. As the head of my shaft kissed the mouth of her womb, I began to come—spurting my seed deep in her tight pussy, giving her what we both needed so badly.

As I spurted—as I came inside her—I felt something happening inside me. In my heart, I mean. It was like a broken connection between us was being mended—like something in both of us was being made whole.

I knew, in that moment, that I would never leave her. She was my Mistress now and forever. I wasn’t going back to the Heavenly Realm—not until the day when we both died at the same time. Because Willow was my world now.

And I was never going to let her go.