by Bliss Devlin
Did he want her to beg for it? She suppressed a whimper at the thought.
"You enjoy being helpless like this, don't you?" Andras murmured.
"Yes," she whispered.
His hand returned to press against her buttock, cupping it. "I'm going to spank you now, and you're going to keep count. If you lose count, I will start over. I will do this as long as it takes for you to count to twenty." He paused, and Katie tensed, waiting for him to hit her. "Do you understand?"
"Y-yes," she stammered.
"Yes...what?" he asked, coldly.
What? Oh.
"Yes, sir."
The first, stinging blow against her bottom made her gasp. But...
That's not so bad, she thought.
"Count," Andras prompted.
"One!" After a second, she added, breathlessly: "Sir."
As the spanking proceeded, she struggled to keep count against the flood of overwhelming sensation.
Bent double, Andras looming over her, Katie quickly discovered that though his blows didn't seem that hard at first, after the fourth or fifth one, she felt her buttocks becoming hot and very sensitive.
Every blow after that, though he didn't strike any harder, began to hurt more.
"Ten! Sir!" she gasped, her vision blurring from the pain. She felt tears began to run down her cheeks.
Katie braced herself for the next blow. Instead, his next touch was gentle as he stroked her hot, sore ass.
"You're doing well," he said softly.
He slid his hand, warm now, between her spread legs, and she felt his fingertip move slowly over her wet folds, and circle her clit. He stroked her with a cruelly teasing touch, too light to satisfy.
"Please," she gasped. She squirmed, trying to encourage him.
The touch vanished. "No. This is punishment, remember. You're not supposed to enjoy it."
His next blow took her by surprise. The pain was even worse after the short break, and she almost lost count. "...eleven, sir!"
He stopped again when she reached fifteen. Her tears were flowing harder than ever, leaving large dark splotches on the worn upholstery, and she was breathing in hard gasps, trying not to sob.
"Your skin has turned a most appealing rosy color," he murmured. She felt him move around behind her.
"You know, I had certain plans for our reunion," he continued, his voice still soft, almost conversational.
His soft jeans felt unbearably rough against her abused skin as he pressed the hard bulge of his erection against her.
God, he felt enormous! She was reminded that she hadn't yet seen him completely naked.
"I'm sorry!" She wriggled a little, pressing herself back against him, feeling that huge hardness against her swollen, hungry entrance. Was he going to fuck her now? Like this? Bent over the arm of her dumpy couch, sniffling and hurting and desperately aroused?
He put his hands on her hips and held her with effortless strength. "Don't move."
She froze, obediently. Hoping. Anticipating. His large hands slid deliberately forward, over her waist, up her ribs, then down to squeeze her breasts with bruising strength. "You made a promise to submit to me, Katie, to give me complete control over your orgasms. I think I need to teach you what that means."
"Yes, sir," she gasped out, because he seemed to waiting for an answer.
"Let's finish this, so that we can proceed to the next stage of your punishment." He stepped back.
Wait, this spanking is just the beginning? What the hell did I agree to?
She wailed at the next hard smack, a sound that was as much despair as pain, and barely managed to gasp out, "Sixteen!"
At last, after she'd given up hope that the spanking would ever end, twenty finally came.
She sobbed out the final number, and then remained in her bent position, because he hadn't given her permission to stand up. And, frankly, she wasn't sure she had the strength. She was a mess, crying from the pain but incredibly turned on at the same time.
"Katie." He stroked her back, then urged her up. She obeyed, wobbling a little on legs that felt rubbery. "You did well. You were very brave."
He took her in his arms, and she felt her nipples pressing against his bare chest and the bulge of his erection pushing against her belly as he kissed her wet eyes, her cheeks, her forehead, and finally, softly, her mouth. All the while, he stroked her hair, her neck, her back.
It felt...nice. But she couldn't seem to stop shaking. Or crying.
He held her for a long time, his skin warm against hers now, while she wept and sobbed and tried futilely to regain some control.
"Just one more thing," Andras said, some time later, when she finally managed to stop crying.
"Sure, what?" Katie asked, eagerly. Her voice sounded husky from all the crying, and she was sure that her face was a reddened, blotchy mess.
"I want you to kneel and apologize to me." Andras' tone was implacable as his fingers tightened on her shoulders.
6. Katie Takes the Initiative
"I want you to kneel and apologize to me."
Andras stared down at her with his intense green gaze. Though his true form looked alien, with gray skin, dark gray lips and nipples, he was still a gorgeous man, tall and muscular. And his eyes were a beautiful glass-green, fringed with long black lashes, and cat-like with slit pupils.
And he had wings! Katie longed to touch them again, to run her fingers over the smooth gray feathers.
She nodded and sank slowly to her knees. Her ass still hurt, but she felt weirdly good, relaxed and almost high.
"I'm really sorry I broke my promise to you, Andras," she said, addressing his bare feet. They were large and high-arched.
"Do you promise not to do it again?" he asked.
"I promise!" she said, glad he was giving her another chance, after she'd screwed up so badly.
She looked up and found the bulge in his jeans right at eye level.
God, she wanted him! Wanted to talk to him, wanted to kiss him. Wanted very badly to fuck him.
In the weeks that they'd been dating, he'd done nearly everything to her except fuck her. He'd given her more orgasms than she'd ever had in her life, but she'd never seen him come.
"Andras?" she asked. "Can I--?" She placed her palm lightly over the hard mound of his erection.
She felt him twitch under her touch.
"Only if you tell me what you want," he said, harshly. "Only if you beg me for it."
Katie blinked. She was naked and kneeling in front of him. How much clearer did she have to be?
Okay, if that's how he wants to play it... She swayed forward and put her face against his groin, sliding her hands around to his tight ass, and pressed her breasts against his legs.
"I really want to give you a blow job, Andras," she said, softly, rubbing her cheek against the front of his jeans, caressing the rock-hard length that pressed against the thick fabric. "I want to," her face grew hot, "unbutton your jeans, suck your cock and make you come."
Okay, that sounded like something out of a porn movie, she thought. But then again, she was naked, on her knees, and rubbing herself against him...
He was silent, but she felt every muscle in his body tense up. Beneath her cheek, she felt his cock move a little, as if he'd just gotten harder.
Time to play dirty. "Please, sir? Please?"
He actually groaned, and she felt her own arousal climb another notch. "Are you sure?"
"Absolutely," she assured him, already fumbling to unfasten his jeans.
She pushed them down over his hips, then stopped to look.
He was hung like a stallion. At close range, his cock looked inhumanly huge. It was uncut and rigid and pressed tight against his lower belly.
"Oh my God," she said, lamely.
"Katie?" He actually sounded shy. And a little worried.
"Now I know why you've been using that extra-large toy on me," she quipped. "It's all been a training exercise, hasn't it?"
She was both ter
rified and excited at the thought that he might fuck her with that monster someday soon.
Silence. She looked up, and saw his expression. He looked nervous. After his usual confidence and air of command, nervous looked really strange on him.
"Oh God, you have been training me!" she exclaimed. Well, it made sense, after all.
On impulse, she leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock, flushed dark reddish-gray and peeping out from the hood of its foreskin. It felt smooth and hot against her lips. "Andras, you are gorgeous, and I want you. All of you."
Tentatively, he touched her hair. "Oh, Katie," he whispered. "You are a treasure."
"I want to make you come," she continued, earnestly. "After all the wonderful things you've done for me, I just want to return the favor."
"All right," he said. He bent and picked up his jeans, rummaging through the pockets. He pulled out the largest condom packet she'd ever seen. She gaped in astonishment and he quirked a smile, revealing pointed canine teeth. "Maybe I was hoping to get lucky?"
He handed her the packet and seated himself on her couch, his legs spread and his wings folded carefully behind him. Still on her knees, she maneuvered herself around and tore open the condom wrapper.
Katie curled her hand around his shaft, and gently pulled it forward. It was hot and hard, and she let her fingers linger, enjoying the contrast between the soft velvety skin and its rigid strength. She explored him, stroking fingertips over the muscled curve of his inner thighs, combing her fingers through the coarse dark hair of his groin, and stroking his shaft from base to tip. Her thumbs danced over the head of his cock, trying to provoke a reaction from him.
Andras watched her with that intense, predatory gaze, offering no suggestions or guidance, simply accepting her touch as if it were his due.
She finally got the reaction she wanted when she cupped his heavy sac in her hands, and delicately lifted and massaged it. His breath hitched, and she grinned, continuing her caresses.
Finally he arched his hips, and growled, thickly, "Put the condom on now." His cock was darkly suffused now, and Katie saw the tip gleaming with moisture.
Smiling, she unrolled the condom over the large, blunt head, and smoothed it down with firm strokes of her hands. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, and engulfed the wide tip.
She couldn't take much more than that, but as she began suck and lick him through the thin latex sheath, she continued to stroke his shaft with one hand, pumping him firmly. Her other hand toyed with his sac.
His hands returned to her head as she worked on him. She felt his fingers slide into her hair. "That feels so good. It's been a long time since someone did this for me."
"Mmmm," she said, overcome with tenderness and desire at his words. She felt him shiver at the vibrations of her voice.
She was enjoying herself.
On their first date, Katie had told him that she enjoyed giving blow jobs because she didn't have to worry about disappointing her partner with her inability to climax through the usual means.
But she also liked concentrating on Andras' pleasure, liked feeling the subtle shifts in his muscles as he began to tense, enjoyed hearing the changes in his breathing when she touched him in a way that he liked. He smelled really good, too, clean with a subtle musky tang, and she wished she could taste him without the barrier of the condom in place.
She let go of her shame, her guilt, her nagging worry that she wasn't good enough, and simply let herself drift in the strange euphoria that had followed her spanking. She felt good and happy and extremely aroused, and she wanted Andras to feel that, too, as she worshipped him with her hands and her mouth.
After a blissful interval, she felt his thigh muscles tighten under her arms, and heard his breathing turn harsh. She redoubled her efforts, and was rewarded a short time later when he groaned, his fingers tightening painfully in her hair. His stomach muscles tensed, and he convulsed, driving his cock upwards into her welcoming mouth with short, sharp jerks. Her grip on his shaft kept him from choking her as he rode out his climax.
He was still hard as he sighed and relaxed against the back of the couch. "Thank you," he murmured.
A wave of cold swept over her and she shivered, feeling the prickle of goose bumps on her bare skin. She was no longer turned on, just very tired and very sore.
She straightened up and wiped her mouth. Her arm suddenly weighed a hundred pounds, and her teeth were now chattering uncontrollably.
"Hey," Andras said, tugging her up beside him. It was an effort to move—her bones felt like ice, and her muscles like soft butter.
He grabbed a crocheted afghan off the back of the couch, and lay down with her, covering them both as spooned her and she shivered in his arms.
Andras felt blazingly warm as he cuddled her, and gradually, her shivering subsided.
"Did you just feed off me?" asked Katie, slowly putting two and two together.
He kissed the back of her neck, raising shivers of a different kind, before replying. "Yes. You were delicious. You always are." He hesitated. "Now that you know what I am—Does it bother you?"
"Amanda said—" Katie felt him tense up. Okay, bad way to introduce the topic. She started again. "I thought that I had to, uh, have an orgasm for you to uh, feed."
He was silent for a long time. Finally, he said, "We—the Children of Lilith, that is—are nourished by arousal as well as orgasms. That you have such incredible stamina, and can maintain arousal for such a long time before climaxing...that's part of what makes you so appealing."
"Oh." Katie had never imagined that her slow crawl to the finish line could be seen as a plus. But apparently, if you were an incubus—er, Child of Lilith, she corrected herself—extremely leisurely lovemaking was the way to go. Not that she was objecting. "That's a really different way of looking at my problem."
"Who said it was a problem?" He chuckled, and she felt his lips nibble the edge of her ear as he cupped her breast and began stroking her nipple to stiffness. "Now, let's discuss your punishment."
"Uh," she said apprehensively. So much for hoping she had misunderstood his earlier comment. "You mean there's more? Really?"
"No more spankings," he said. "Unless you want to."
"No!" she said, immediately, and felt the puff of air against her ear as he chuckled soundlessly.
"Your punishment for breaking your promise is no orgasms for a while," he said. "I still want to play with you, and I need you to nourish me, but I won't let you climax."
"For how long?" asked Katie, dismayed. That spanking had really hurt! Wasn't that punishment enough?
"Until I say so," he replied, his voice implacable again. "Katie, you promised to submit to me, to give up control of your orgasms. You just assured me that you wouldn't break your promise again. So, I am going to test your sincerity."
He pinched her nipple and she jumped, feeling his continued erection pressing against her sore bottom. "I am going to play with you whenever and however I want, and I will decide when you climax again. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she said. He was kissing her neck again, and she felt the first faint heat of desire start up again between her legs.
"And if you're very good," he murmured, his hand leaving her breast and moving lower. "I might decide to end your punishment sooner rather than later."
Andras spent the next few minutes teasing her back into a state of quivering arousal before getting up and pulling on his jeans.
Bending to tuck the afghan around her shoulders, he gave her a lingering kiss. "Until tomorrow, beautiful girl. I'll pick you up for dinner after work."
7. Katie Answers a Prayer
Andras resumed his glamour and strolled out of Katie's apartment. He could still feel her extraordinary aura surrounding him, could still smell the sweet fragrance of her arousal. He felt as if he were filled with reviving sunshine, warm and alive again for the first time in weeks.
If I were the type of man to whistle, I'd be whistling a jaunty tune
right about now, he thought as he made his way down the grand stairs to the front entrance.
Katie had looked upon his true form, and he had sensed only interest and desire from her. She was beautiful beyond all measure in spirit and in soul, and she wanted him. All the long-forgotten gods must be smiling on him right now.
He had a feeling that Katie was going to enjoy her punishment. He would do everything in his power to make sure she did, so that the frustration she felt would be another form of foreplay, a delicious anticipation of what came next.
And when her punishment ended, he would have her. He would make her completely his.
He would ask her to become his philtata.
Then he remembered the reason for this afternoon's delightful diversion of spanking, cuddling, and caresses.
Andras' smile gave way to a scowl as he left Katie's apartment building and headed to where he had parked his car.
Amanda.
* * *
His sister was not answering her phone. Andras tried her cell first, then her landline.
Amanda always answered her phone. Always. She had once told Andras that she considered the mobile phone the greatest invention of the twentieth century, and had owned a succession of them, from the large, clunky models that premiered in the 1980s, to her sleek latest-generation iPhone. She was always available to chat—unless she was having sex.
Andras found himself hoping that a new lover was the reason that his repeated calls were being ignored. But he felt a tight knot of tension gathering in his chest as Amanda's voicemail kicked in, over and over.
Instead of returning to his downtown loft, he headed for Amanda's house, located only a few blocks away from Katie's apartment in one of the city's older neighborhoods.
Standing on his sister's porch, which was a generous roofed expanse that wrapped around the front of the old house, furnished with white-painted wicker chairs and glass-topped wicker tables, Andras rang the doorbell.
No response. Andras concentrated his senses, using his newly-replenished powers to sharpen his hearing to an inhuman degree. Did Amanda have a guest...?