Page 55 of The Pactbound Angel (The Soul Mirror Duet #1)

Now fully exposed, I stared wide-eyed and was already half-way to coming.

The digging grip of his hands pushing my knees down, trapping my arms and nearly immobilizing me, gave me a sense of relinquishing control unlike any lesson before now.

Being in his hands, both literally and figuratively, was somehow freeing.

Despite the play we were doing now, there was no pretending about my spiking lust and the desperate need to be consumed by this man.

The air, a slight breeze from somewhere, hit my wet pussy, and the temperature difference, as well as the sensation of the draft itself against sensitive skin, made me shiver.

He leaned down, still holding my legs, and licked from my entrance to just above my clit with the flat of his forked tongue.

He dipped into my entrance, wiggling the tip of his tongue.

I groaned, “Oh, fuck. ”

Without warning, familiar pressure built with a heavy throbbing, but I still craved more. When his lips wrapped around my clit and squeezed it between them with rhythmic pulses, I sucked in a sharp breath. It felt decadent and filthy.

I tried to reach up to run my fingers through his hair, intending to press him into me when his hand slid from my legs to my wrist and turned it, pinning it down against the bed.

I tried with the other hand and my other wrist received the same treatment.

With my legs free, my feet rested on his back, which I used as leverage to slowly buck into his mouth.

My pussy throbbed in time with the insistent strokes of his tongue and his lips’ rhythm. My chest constricted as breathing became difficult, each exhale coming out as a moan. I feebly struggled against his hands, but he gripped firmly. I felt his true strength then, what he’d been hiding.

If he truly wanted to keep me pinned, he could.

The thought alone, of being at his mercy, threw me before I was ready. I saw stars as the delicious pressure and intense throbbing peaked and released.

As demanded, I gave him a pretty scream.

But it wasn’t nearly enough. I wanted to feel him caught. I needed his weight on me, pressing me into the bed as he had done with my wrists.

I whispered, "Stop."

Immediately, he raised his head to look at me. I noticed his breathing was erratic, fast. His eyes looked almost black, and I finally saw it. Recognized it.

Pure lust.

I did that. Me.

"Up here."

"What do you mean by that?" Ramiren whispered, looking at me over the rims of his glasses.

"I want you on top of me. Please."

Not part of the play. You don’t make demands here.

Not demanding. Begging.

When he moved up between my legs and lowered his head, he touched his nose to mine before kissing me. I tasted myself on him, tangy and tart. I thought he was going to agree to my plea. Then, he smiled like he enjoyed my torment.

With a whisper, he answered, “No.”

For some reason. For some gods-damned reason, hearing him deny me made me even more needy. I wanted, but not for me. I want to hear him scream. I want him to lose control.

"I want your cock in my mouth."

"And?" he replied.

"Please," I murmured. When he still looked unmoved, my frustration mixed with my arousal. " Please ! I need your cock in my mouth. Please. Please. I’ll do anything." My tongue began to ache again as it rubbed the roof of my mouth as a reflex.

He looked at me with a satisfied expression.

He reached down without looking and circled my clit with two fingers before dipping them into my overly sensitive pussy, pumping them twice.

When I groaned and could feel myself clench around them, he lifted the hand to his mouth and sucked on his wet fingers one at a time, staring me down.

I couldn’t look away and nearly came again from the sight alone.

"Now, be a good girl and show me. Keep your promise." He moved past me to recline on the bed, still fully clothed.

I hate clothes.

I rose and began to scoot his trousers down his hips, almost frantically.

I was desperate to see him. Feel and taste him.

When his cock was uncovered, erect with a glistening drop on the head, I almost went right for it.

But at the last moment, I instead removed his trousers entirely, tossing them to the side of the bed.

Taking one last look at his heated, dilated eyes, I devoured him.

He sucked in a harsh breath, putting his hands on either side of my head. Then, he raised my head off him and quickly climbed off the bed. "Kneel and let me see what that beautiful mouth can do. "

It was not a request. Bossy Ramiren is my favorite Ramiren.

I obeyed without question, kneeling before him on the soft rug and meeting his eyes while taking him into my mouth again.

My left hand wrapped around his cock and my right dropped to my drenched pussy, alternating between my clit and plunging fingers into myself, with my now confident fingers creating friction where I needed them most. I thrummed my clit like the string on a harp and hot lightning shot up my spine.

I felt woefully empty and incomplete, my fingers barely helping.

I worked both of us into a frenzy, and a muffled cry quaked somewhere deep in my throat. My hips stuttered against my hand, and the need was almost painful. The desperation to come again was matched only by my tongue’s attention on that vein and the little ridge I loved.

So close. So fucking close.

My grip on him tightened ever so slightly. His moans started out soft, but constant, then got louder. His hands went into my hair while his hips moved of their own accord, thrusting into my slick mouth.

Angel. Say it. Fucking say it.

I gave a half-moan, half-whine against him as the word rolled through my lust-addled brain.

I opened my eyes, risking a glance, to see an expression I’d never seen before.

At once lustful and affectionate. His gaze met mine, and his eyes widened as he took a shaky breath.

“Ang-” He shuddered and threw his head back to let out a moaning cry that was noticeably louder than any other time before.

Dimly, I thought I heard him call my name, and it became too much.

I dipped my fingers into my pussy again, and the muscles clenched around them.

A muffled scream from me accompanied him as I pressed his cock against my tongue and the back of my throat, forcing me to drink him down.

I let go only when he let out his last sound .

We each took a moment to catch our breath, both of us staring at each other.

A thought occurred to me, and I grinned like an idiot. "Can I have my shawl back now?"

He blinked dumbly then let out a chortle. "Gods, I’d forgotten about the shawl."

He helped me stand on shaky, sore legs. I moved to walk past him when he pulled me to him to kiss me gently. I gasped and leaned back, startled and wide-eyed.

His eyes focused on the lower part of my face, though I wasn’t sure which part specifically.

Do I have cum on me?

When I rubbed my chin, where I surmised his attention was, he kissed my forehead.

"If nothing else, a surprise like that helps you remember something important.

When we play like this, we are both the roles we are playing and.

.. ourselves. We don't stop being us, but the rules shift somewhat with the play.

Your choice of role both encouraged you to try things you might not have thought of and put certain restrictions on your behavior.

I play along so as to not shatter the illusion, and what options make sense are also both freed and set within other new boundaries. How did it feel?"

I hummed. "I suppose I felt beholden to you. As though I truly would have done anything you asked. It felt freeing and confining at the same time. I realize, now, that’s how it normally feels with you. But intensified. Primal, almost. Like I belonged to you. If that makes any sense."

He smiled then looked down as he laced his fingers with mine.

"This is one reason why these lessons are not held until after many of the basics are well on their way to mastery.

Without a complete understanding of pleasure, desire, permission, consent, and self, this kind of lesson might be misinterpreted as have sexual contact while wearing a funny hat , but it seems as though you understand. Did you enjoy this kind of play?"

I bobbed my head with a happy grin. "I did. I very much did. Did you?"

"Of course. I enjoy both the activity and that you comprehend its purpose.

This kind of play is exceedingly familiar to me, as it is a lot like, well, everything I do.

I change myself to how others see me or wish to.

I change the environment to match the one that everyone seems to want.

I change the roles and the rules to everyone's satisfaction, and ideally, everyone is happy with the outcome, myself included.

Play, rules, and roles are central to every pact, every fair one anyway. "

He is being unusually open. "Do you ever get to change things to what you want?"

"If I have a stake in it, and enough time to shift the rules around..." he paused and grinned. "Nearly every time."

I felt as though I was seeing him with fresh eyes. "And did you change yourself to suit me?"

His smile did not falter, but he shook his head in a faint no . He only said one word in reply, "Orange."