Taming an Angel

by Kathleen Lash

  There was little for him to do but lie there like a dead thing. He took a breath and willed himself to come. He strained and groused but she lightened her touch before licking slowly to spread moisture over his length. If she’d capture him hard for a second or two and stroke him in that wet, hot mouth, he’d come as never before. She didn’t let that happen.

  “You know just what you’re up to, don’t you, sweet? Ach, I need to come!” That got him released from the heat of her mouth but he didn’t have time to regret it. She moved lower to tongue and kiss his sac. He spread his thighs as far as he could to allow her access.

  “Oh shat!” he bellowed as pre-cum dribbled.

  Jessica Storm balanced Tiernan on the verge of climax and held him there. His anguish came out in long moans and sentences she sometimes couldn’t fully understand. The deep baritone brogue, accompanying the rolling r in his enunciations, made it tricky to decipher what he’d said. She managed to gather the gist of his meanings though. Governance language never sounded so melodic.

  She knew how to pleasure a man and recognized how badly he wanted to come.

  She required his patience however because the longer he suffered, the more intent the men watching through the camera would be. Those who’d been told to view Tiernan’s pleasure would become emotionally vested in the outcome. She counted on the Doxyn to be no different from other men. The better the performance, the less the guards would notice other things happening in the cells surrounding them.

  His men worked to release themselves from manacles with small picks. She hadn’t been able to explain what she wanted them to do. As she fed them, she inconspicuously loosened the flesh colored tape on her leg and slipped the small tools into their eager hands. They improvised exceptionally well by making use of what she’d provided.

  Thank heavens Aaron wasn’t interested in parts of her body other than those uniquely feminine. There would’ve been real trouble if he’d discovered the lock picks.

  She occasionally glanced in the direction of the caged warriors to check on their progress. The looks of pity cast at their leader as he moaned hadn’t been anticipated.

  With them well on their way to freedom, why should they care if Tiernan suffered a little and especially in such a way? It’s not as if he wasn’t also receiving pleasure.

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  Besides, he’d already gone through a great deal and resembled a piece of raw meat.

  They should be happy for him.

  Her lips slipped over the head of his straining flesh and pre-cum washed into her mouth for a second time. The man had a heady taste very much to her liking. Slapping her fingers lightly against his sac, he jumped slightly and groaned loudly. She rubbed deeply to express regret for surprising him. The small slap hadn’t deterred him from climax as she’d intended. It seemed to hasten him toward it. She fisted his cock and gave firm pressure at the base to hold him off. A deep bellow from him sent reverberations rumbling through his body. He’d live. Hopefully they all would.

  Her nipples tingled and she held a breath until the feeling passed. Odd, that. She couldn’t discern exactly what caused the strange stirrings. Perhaps the plumping of her nipples stemmed from cold or maybe embarrassment because the Braughmen watched.

  They stared actually. Animals!

  Tiernan took air as if he’d done battle and a twinge of pity washed over her. After his recent torture, he probably thought this to be his last enjoyment before an agonizing death. Of course he wanted a man’s pleasure. He probably wanted it many times over that eve.

  “Aye, sweet, don’t stop this time. Ach, take him back into your mouth.” His big, muscled body tested the metal holding him.

  With him drawn up and tense, she felt a little vulnerable and couldn’t help hesitating.

  “Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you.” He laughed in between the quickly drawn breaths. “It’s downright impossible. Eh?”

  How did he know what she felt? She glanced at him. His muscular neck supported his head so he could observe what she did. Intense, passionate, almost colorless gray eyes studied her, watching as her tongue slid up and down his shaft. Those eyes, accompanied by the slight reassuring smile, were impossibly inconsistent. She couldn’t seem to look away. She’d never felt a man’s need and strange things happened in her belly when she sensed Tiernan’s.

  As she repositioned herself and took his length into her mouth, her nipples inadvertently brushed his hip. She whimpered as small jolts of sensation shot through her breasts, stunning her for a moment. Why were her nipples so hard and thick? She quickly understood that cold or embarrassment hadn’t caused it. Something else made the tissue swell around the piercings.

  She rhythmically tugged on his cock and fisted it, keeping him hard while taking inventory of her own state of affairs. She didn’t feel right at all. The damn, rotten, stinking prison probably made her ill! Strangely, she didn’t feel particularly sick.

  She’d given his men plenty of time with the camera’s remaining focused on her and Tiernan. If they’d been too stupid or slow to get themselves free, they’d be left. With unusual happenings in her body, she’d bring the diversion to conclusion and face what 12

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  would occur next. She took a deep breath to shut everything out for a few seconds and regain her composure. Sick or not, she needed to stay focused.

  Tiernan’s gaze never left her. He’d witnessed her struggle for self-control. The slight crinkle beside his eyes relayed regret and then—sympathy? She needed neither.

  All she wanted was one Shane Tiernan, alive and able to fight.

  “Do you desire something?” she asked before giving a long lick to the underside of his cock. Oh he craved something all right. He wanted her mouth surrounding his flesh.

  She’d grant his wish while getting what she needed from him in the process. The diversion had to escalate with the oafs in the surrounding cells clanking chains. Maybe they’d be left behind after all.

  He did have a nice long, thick cock with satin skin. She also liked the fact he’d gotten full and hard quickly. She imagined because he was so sensitive, she could have him really wailing in no time. The next time her mouth slid onto his shaft, it wasn’t to tease. Taking him almost to the base, she struggled until her throat relaxed. After capturing him deep, she held her breath and swallowed. She knew he’d like the pressure of her throat constricting around the head of his cock.

  “Sweet gal, ach, damn! Ah, God I’ve never felt anything so… Oh!”

  Girl! He’d called her girl again! She was fairly certain he hadn’t meant the word in a demeaning manner. When Tiernan said gal, it came out with reverence. She withdrew, sucking gently on the way up. She didn’t allow a reprieve before going down on him again. He needed to really get wild as his men made ready. Wiggling her tongue over him, she swallowed then squeezed.

  “Ach, damn, let me come!”

  A little more aggressively, she gave him a few good strokes, making sure to use her tongue and lightly suck on the upward motion. He understood the change in tactics. He knew his reward was close. His balls tightened up. He wanted to climax. Easy, Tiernan.

  Give me a little more and I’ll give you a whole lot.

  “Keep it going now. Don’t stop. Aye, gal, finish me!”

  She varied the motions so he never knew what to expect. Confusion from an unsteady rhythm had his hips pumping, trying to set a pace for release.

  “Oh sweet gal! I need to focking come,” he bellowed. “Damn me, but I can’t take much more.”

  He did have a nice strong voice, moaning, groaning and rumbling pleasant-sounding phrases as his chest and hips intermittently strained off the cot. Even beaten as he was, he attracted her eye. The long dark, perspiration-damp hair clinging to his face made him look wild and uncivilized. The sparse mat of black hair across the center of his chest gave him a look of virility. She imagined he could please a woman if she were a product of a conventional upbringin
g.

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  come because most of his men were free of manacles. She took him deep, rolled his balls in her hand and held a breath.

  “Ach, fock—shat!”

  How original. Fuck and shit.

  Throughout different cultures, great pleasure in men equated to rutting and bowel movements. At times she was grateful she didn’t have to tolerate her own mind being reduced to such horridness.

  “Oh! Back off and take me to hand if you don’t want me cum. Now, gal. Right now!”

  Damn, but he came so hard! His liquid tasted complex, unlike what she’d expected.

  She wasn’t repulsed in the least with her first taste of his cum.

  “Oh,” he bellowed, the sound coming from his gut, “bra’achton delmorrha meishtah!

  So focking good—me cock in your mouth!”

  Each time she swallowed, he groaned. His heavily muscled body clenched magnificently as he growled and strained. His size intimidated, but in the throes of passion, it changed and became—exciting?

  Whispered murmurings surrounded her. The words came from his men. Lovely gal.

  Precious creature. Sweet angel. Oh swallow. Bless ye, sweet, broughen gal, swallow.

  Eventually he made contented man sounds, all happy and pleased, fulfilled and satisfied. She couldn’t decide if finishing Tiernan and swallowing his seed stemmed from rebellion or the simple need to please this one man. It didn’t matter. She’d likely never find herself in a sexual situation again. Tiernan was a final installment in a military career wrought with horrid events. If she managed his rescue, she’d soon return home.

  She held his softening flesh in her mouth and stroked him lightly with her tongue, taking the last of his cum, keeping him warm for an additional moment. His features softened. He seemed younger and happy. He appeared to be in a mental place where he hadn’t recently been abused and threatened with death. The warrior she’d come to fetch looked quite handsome as a man with fewer cares.

  When at last she released him, she turned her face away from the camera and whispered quietly so only he would hear. “Pretend to sleep.”

  The scuffle of men drew her attention for a quick glance. She glared and nonverbally cautioned them to be quiet. Silence ensued. She stood and reached for her dress while pushing her bag closer to the cot. She pulled the garment over her head, closing the tear down the front by creatively tucking cloth together. It wasn’t likely she’d ever don a piece of trash like that again. Fumbling through the bag for a pick, she placed her back to the camera and slipped the piece of metal into the lock of a manacle holding his ankle. It clicked and she saw Tiernan take in a huge breath. Thank heavens he’d made it seem a natural occurrence of sleep. She slipped her foot into a boot and straightened.

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  She feigned a stumble and pushed the bag to the other side of the cot and retrieved her second boot. As nonchalantly as possible, she unlocked Tiernan’s other ankle from the restraint while pulling on the boot.

  Aaron opened the cell door and hurriedly walked to her. He jerked her flush with his body so she’d notice the swell in his pants.

  Why won’t he kiss me? She almost said something but controlled it as his hands grabbed and pinched her nipples through the dress. She’d had about enough.

  Four more guards entered and she placed an index finger to her lips. She whispered, “If you wake him, I’ll be obliged to finish earning my money here. I’d be happy to but thought maybe I could earn it elsewhere.”

  They smiled and nodded, assuring her they understood. The passing of her tongue over her upper lip succeeded in stretching the fabric at the front of their pants. Livestock!

  As if she’d take all five of them!

  Aaron pulled the hem of the dress to her waist, turned her around and shoved. Her hands landed on the metal rail of the cot.

  The frown on Tiernan’s face was evident. Slimwit—idiot! Thankfully the guards weren’t focused on him.

  Aaron kicked her feet apart and shoved his hand between her legs. He just couldn’t wait and suddenly neither could she.

  Bringing her thighs together to trap his hand, she swung her elbow back and landed it square in his face. He hit the floor without a fuss. A broken nose could do that to a man. It’d take him a minute or two to figure out how he’d need to take air.

  Glancing at the downed man, she realized he might not need to breathe after all. He looked quite dead. The other four oafs stared.

  “Oopsie,” she said before lunging.

  She caught two by surprise and shoved them toward the side of the cell. Tiernan’s men grabbed them by reaching through the bars. The captives twisted the guards’

  heads sharply. Loud cracks from broken necks resonated in the wake of the swift motions. They died in seconds and fell to the floor. Only two remained for her to contend with.

  Her fists came up and she adjusted her stance. When it occurred to the smaller man she waited for a fight, he chuckled and lunged and quickly dropped after a few punches and a neck-breaking twist. Tiernan’s men laughed when she mimicked their maneuver. It came in handy and she’d remember it in the future.

  That was easy. Now for the big one.

  What she lacked in brute force she made up for in speed. The knife he drew barely grazed her before she caught his wrist and twisted. With his arm drawn up behind his back and the knife in his beefy hand, she jerked upward. The cracking of his shoulder made his fingers open.

  “That’s a good boy.”

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  Once she had the knife, he pulled free and grabbed her with his undamaged arm.

  She didn’t move, stayed close in fact so he’d give her a nice, tight hug. Did he think he could crush her like that?

  Tiernan yelled above his men’s loud directives, “Use the knife, gal!”

  She already had. The lumbering fool simply hadn’t felt it yet. She waited and waited as his hold loosened before finally—the dawning. A perfect “O” formed on his lips, reflecting disbelief that she’d managed to stick him.

  “That’s what you get,” she said, sliding the blade in further and twisting, “for playing with sharp-pretties!”

  He obligingly dropped to his knees and she placed a boot on his chest before shoving. He slid a few feet from her effort. She grabbed her bag, retrieved a large metal tool and slipped under the cot. In ten seconds, the manacles fell to the floor and the cot above her shifted. She’d barely crawled out from beneath when someone grabbed her upper arms and hauled her to her feet. A step back might’ve been nice with Tiernan dwarfing her but he wouldn’t let go. He took the front of her dress and finished ripping the last two buttons before his hands roamed everywhere.

  Her eyebrows rose. “Finding everything all right?”

  “There’s blood all over you. Where are you cut?” He kept checking her over.

  “It’s not my blood.”

  A huge hand cupped the back of her head and pulled her forward as he bent. There wasn’t a reason for him to smile. He remained naked, hurt and in a prison. The warm expression seemed directed at her. His lips fell upon hers very gently. The confounding caress didn’t relay sexual need.

  Why would he waste time with this?

  As he thoroughly kissed her, she heard, “Eh, Shane, you care to get us out of here?”

  He kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose and chin before crouching over Aaron, who remained in a heap at their feet. Tiernan unhooked the keys attached at Aaron’s waist and threw them to the man who’d spoken. “Finn, you got me pants over there?”

  “Aye. Next time, take better care of your shat.”

  A pair of pants flew past her, which Tiernan caught before he hurried to put them on. Boots sailed through the air to land close to him.

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ulled weapons from dead guards. After laying two aside for herself, she ripped more from holsters and tossed the other three to Tiernan. She stood, left the cell and walked cautiously down the corridor. When the alarm sounded, she smirked. She’d actually expected it minutes before. They just might make it to safety. The other cell doors clanged, which meant all the Braughmen were free. Fingers bit into her arm as someone roughly jerked her backward.

  “You’ll stay behind me. You get me?” Tiernan asked.

  “Sure.” She turned to find him wearing an intense expression. She mimicked his frown. “You know which exit we need to get to?”

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  The look on his face said it all. He didn’t and wasn’t very happy about it. She said,

  “You follow me. You understand?”

  He looked as if he might throttle her.

  She slunk ahead, approaching the intersecting hallways with caution. With guns ready, she crouched low and peered to her right before firing the lasers and killing three guards. The second her head spun in the opposite direction, she sighted six more. She began shooting but wasn’t quick enough. To her surprise the guards fell anyway.

  Tiernan had come over her and took care of those she couldn’t. She owed him because she should’ve been hit.

  They led the way until the lights went out. She placed her gun against Tiernan’s chest to hold him still. Combat lighting would come up soon. She knew what to expect.

  Most military followed the same protocol. A red light began flashing, intermittently brightening the corridor. Men stumbled behind her and bunched up into a tight group.