The Bound Angel (Sacrilege Rising: Book 1)

Chapter Ten

Mike was fucking one of his girls from behind, the one with the deep tan. Her back was covered in a light sheen of sweat. He couldn’t figure out why it felt strange to think of them that way, as his girls. It wasn’t an insult to call a rock a rock, or a shirt a shirt. They were what they’d always been. His. A voice whispered to be careful, but it was small and distant, like it was spoken into the wind from somewhere far away.

He gripped her waist, slick with sweat. His dick was busy, but his mouth was frustratingly unoccupied. The prettiest one slid up next to him and began murmuring sweet words in his ear. She nuzzled his neck, breath hot on his skin, delicate hands rubbing his shoulders. When he turned to kiss her, she opened to his need, allowing their tongues to find each other.

His pleasure built, both physically and psychologically. It was getting easier to think of it both ways. The sensual touch of bare skin, the sopping heat that engulfed his length, the smooth friction of indulgent strokes. He was filled to the brim with pleasure.

But there was also power. Basking in their need to please and taking control. These stoked the embers in his mind as much as they heightened the pleasure in his groin, and he wanted more of both.

Mike slid his hand down the center of her glistening back, along the shallow valley, all the way to her neck, where he found long, dark hair. He wrapped a fistful around his hand and pulled.

Her head snapped up and she gasped but he kept pulling until she was kneeling upright with her back to his chest. The moan that tore from her throat was primal and needy. He reached around her sinful body and mauled her tits, groping and fondling to his satisfaction. She didn’t even seem to notice, she was so engrossed in her own pleasure. His mouth found her neck, and he licked the salty sweat on her throat.

Stoked by this casual display of dominance, the fire in his mind was whipped into a frenzy. Her words came back to him, and he began drawing on that power. He siphoned away the heat, little by little, crafting a tool in his mind like a blacksmith at the forge. He needed something to break the tether holding that other consciousness to his own.

It began as breezy, swirling, indistinct colors of light and heat. Slowly, with a force of will, it took shape. Molded like clay, the edges focused and refined. Hazy heat condensed into solid weight. Smearing, shifting light became clean lines. In his mind he held a hammer and chisel, the tip sharp enough to crack diamond.

This was his third such attempt, each time hoping it would weaken the point of impact enough to make a scratch. Just a little scratch. Any progress would be more than they’d had up to this point.

Mike slipped his tongue back into the prettiest one’s mouth and indulged. The sound of his hips clapping into the tanned one’s ass echoed in his mind as much as the chamber. He held her in his arms, groping breasts he would never grow tired of.

A singular point lit up in his mind. The same spot as last time. The pressure radiating from his groin blazed and grew until it reached a crescendo. He reached back with the hammer and gathered his will.

Just as he was on the brink of release, the prettiest one whispered, “Meredith is getting lonely.”

Her breath tickled his lips and made him falter. He was right on the precipice, primed and ready to burst, but that name stirred something. A dreamy half-memory. A curly-haired beauty at the bar sharing a private joke while her eyes offering further intimacy.

He looked down and to his left, and there she was. The flickering light from the oil lamps danced orange and yellow on creamy skin. She knelt on all fours next to Allie so their knees touched. When she saw him looking down at her, she bit her lip and pouted.

Mike’s focus wavered. The tools shook. They vibrated with pent-up energy, trembling until their edges un-formed back into a blurry haze. Then the power gushed out like a river bursting through a dam and suddenly it was too far gone to reel it back in.

But his physical need would not be so easily cast aside. He turned back to Allie, putting his mouth back on her searing throat, and cupped both breasts as he released into her. It was incredible. Mike could finish wherever, whenever, in or on whoever he wanted. Being selfish was also being generous, as Allie’s spasms would attest. He could be as indulgent as he wished. It was intoxicating.

“What are you doing?” Liliana hissed.

Her voice didn’t surprise him this time. He knew she was lingering somewhere nearby. Instead of answering, he nodded to Emma and said, “On your back.”

Her brown eyes sparkled in response. Allie was held up only by his hands on her chest. When he let go, she collapsed into the sheets. Mike gave her ass a light smack, smiling at the yelp it caused. Emma crawled around Allie’s trembling, panting form to spread her legs in front of Meredith’s face.

“Michael,” Liliana snapped and repeated herself, punctuating each word. “What. Are. You. Doing?”

“What do you mean?” he answered, annoyed at the question. She should either leave him alone or join them. At any other time, he would have been a drooling, babbling mess in her presence. But between the three beautiful women before him and the countless number of orgasms, her presence was manageable.

She sneered, “You lost control. Again.”

Meredith reached back between her legs, desperate for his still-hard cock. “Did I?”

“Yes. It is happening more often than not. Your focus is crumbling.”

He settled behind Meredith, letting her stroke his length while he explored her back and soft curves. She was so different than Allie. He knew he shouldn’t compare, but it was impossible not to. Creamy skin contrasted with deep tan. Curly, bouncy hair versus straight and layered. Meredith felt more natural, with gentler curves and softer proportions. Not that there was anything fake about Allie, but Meredith looked more like a real person. She was somehow more attainable, while Allie was a wet dream come to life.

Mike eased himself into Meredith’s sex. She let out a long, satisfied groan as he filled her, inch by slow, satisfying inch.

Liliana snapped her fingers. The crack made Mike flinch. He looked up. She stood close enough for her body to fill his vision and to see the corners of her lips curl in a wicked smile.

“You do not appreciate all that I offer,” she purred. The harsh mistress was gone, replaced with the sultry, teasing seductress. He preferred this one, wondering how long it would last and already tired of what would come after. She stepped closer still and traced a line over his skin from shoulder to hip. He reached out for her as she circled behind, but her hand met his and guided it back to the hips in front of him.

“Mortals, of course, any you wish, though it seems you have everything you need right here. But what of… more? There are other delicacies to enjoy. Different tastes and flavors reserved for the most honored. Those of hot flesh and warm blood that have mastered man’s pleasure and would cast these three as clumsy oafs.”

At her words, a new sound echoed in the dark. Short, staccato bursts of something hard clattering on the floor. Approaching footsteps. A silhouette of a figure appeared in the shadows, flickering in the torchlight. Blonde hair in a high, tight bun. Sun-kissed skin. Hips that made him stare and a chest that made him swallow, hugged by a clinging white dress. A smile like a sunny day after a week of rain, both warm and sly, friendly and seductive.

She sauntered across the room like she knew his eyes were following her and it was the most natural thing in the world. Each step was punctuated by the click of heels. When she reached the far wall, she leaned forward to rest her hands on something in the shadows. While Mike was staring at her ass, soft music began to play.

It started with a low bass that rumbled in his chest. The newcomer turned her head from side to side in rhythm with the beat, like she was working out a kink in her neck. The piano came in then, soft chords with the left hand, low to match the bass. Her hips began moving from side to side in time with her golden hair, a simple shifting of weight, the rhythm flowing through her like she was easing into an unfamiliar beat.

The right hand on the piano began playing a smooth melody in the middle octave. Shifting became swaying. Still casual, still slow, but with a dose of sensuality now. A woman’s voice came in, low and soft and throaty. It sang in a language he didn’t recognize.

Her swaying hips moved deeper, wider, like a pendulum, shifting and turning at the end of each phrase. The white dress clung, and the outline of a toned ass was obvious with each pivot.

Without stopping, she reached up and pulled something from her high blonde hair. Like an archway without its keystone, a golden cascade fell loosely over her shoulders, silky and shimmering in the firelight. She shook her head and gave a sigh of contentment, but Mike couldn’t take his eyes off her ass. His length remained buried in Meredith, but he’d stopped thrusting. As sexy as this new woman was, being reminded of the curly-haired brunette made his hips move on their own, and he reached for her tits.

The bass picked up its tempo, walking a quicker beat than before, like it knew his attention was starting to wander and demanded it back. The angelic woman’s body mirrored the change, shifting and swaying at this new pace. When she arched her back, it drew his eyes to her ass. When she leaned forward, they moved to her chest. When she swiveled, they devoured her tight waist.

The piano kept up with the change, rising in both intensity and pace. The singer’s voice, smooth and sultry, was lifted by the rising tide. The blonde woman was breathing hard. Her chest was flushed. Her eyes were closed and her head was moving counter to her hips like she was in her own private world. At the song’s crescendo, with the tension holding at a fever pitch, her knees bent and her hips turned, carving a deep arc through the air. Her dress rode up until it slipped over her ass and revealed a matching white thong. The voice released. The tension broke. The memory of its last lyric hung in the air until all that remained was an echo. When the song finished, the newcomer straightened and fixed her dress.

“Impressive, isn’t she?” Liliana asked. Mike was enchanted, and didn’t feel the need to answer.

The next song began, even slower than the first, coming from speakers hidden somewhere in the dark. The blonde turned to face him then, and her bright eyes sparkled when they met his.

She kicked off her heels and quietly padded toward the bed. The casual sensuality of it made his cock throb and Meredith moan. As she approached, her hands drifted behind her back, but her eyes never left his. There was a soft rustling, and suddenly the dress was loose on her shoulders.

Again, she moved in time with the song. Her body shimmied back and forth as she slipped the dress off with deliberate slowness, putting on a show.

First, her breasts, in time with a brush on the snare drum, enclosed in a white bra, surprisingly full for how lithe she was. Then, as the saxophone set the mood, her belly, trim and lean. She was as tight as the dress she used to be wearing, light muscle rippling beneath sun-kissed skin. Sensual hips and a shapely ass, as the piano and guitar came in together, firm and soft, barely holding up the strings of the snowy white thong.

The dress came down over toned legs as the soulful voice began singing again. She bent to finish, and he was torn between ogling her dangling breasts and looking into her eyes. Her breasts won.

Liliana whispered in his ear, “She can be yours, you know.”

“What,” Mike started, but his throat was dry. He swallowed. “What’s her name?”

“You may call her Naomi.”

He rolled the name around in his head while his gaze wandered over Naomi’s body. Somehow both tight and full, soft and strong. An impossible combination. She stood at the foot of the bed, watching him leer, comfortable in her appearance.

“She’s gorgeous,” he whispered.

Liliana agreed just as quietly. “She is.”

“Who is she?”

“An associate.” In another time and place, that would have set off an alarm. But right now, Mike only had attention for the beauty standing in her underwear with her hip cocked to the side. “Naomi is a master of the flesh. You could say she was bred for it.” The blonde was close enough to hear them, but the moment was private, like he and Liliana were trading notes on a prized stallion. “Do you want her?”

A simple question deserved a simple answer. “Yes,” he murmured without thinking.

At that, Naomi smiled and placed her knee on the bed. She began crawling to him with her back arched, blonde hair framing hanging breasts, white thong swallowed by her ass.

She neared Emma and, with a glance, leaned down to kiss her. His friend was startled at first, lost in her own bliss of Meredith’s teasing mouth. But surprise melted into languid pleasure, and soon she was leaning into the kiss. With a moan, Emma reached for Meredith’s head and began grinding against her face. The sight of them kissing made Mike buck, and Meredith gasped into Emma’s pussy.

“Then she is yours,” Liliana continued quietly, “until the end of your blissful days. Naomi is not like any other woman you have been with. She will exist for your pleasure only. She will satisfy any need, fulfill any desire. I encourage you to get… creative. You need not hold back like you do now.”

That statement caught him off guard. He had been holding back, somehow, even in the fog that blurred the lines between dream and reality. He was scared of being consumed by lust. He secretly carried dark, unnamed fantasies. Beautiful women living to serve him, open and willing and available for his every selfish whim. But it was just a fantasy, because he lived in the real world with real people. But how did she know?

“Remember that we are bound, master. I am aware of your most sinful secrets; of the desires you only indulge in the dark, and when you are alone.”

Naomi and Emma finished their kiss, but its effects lingered. His friend’s eyes were glassy and her cheeks flushed. The blonde’s lips were swollen and her hair was messy. She continued her slow, stalking approach, bright eyes refocusing on him. Then she smirked, clearly aware of the effect she was having.

When she was even with Meredith, the brunette lifted her head from between Emma’s legs. Her mouth and chin were wet. Again, Naomi leaned forward. But this time, before their lips met, she looked at Mike. She watched him while she kissed Meredith hungrily.

“She has no boundaries,” Liliana murmured. “No limits. No fantasy is too wild, no kink too degrading. She will love it all. Think of her as a perfect, willing body that exists for your enjoyment. Nothing more, and nothing less.”

Naomi was still watching him when she finally pulled away from Meredith. She looked like she’d been having sex all day. Her bra straps hung loosely on her shoulders, but her breasts were miraculously still covered. Her eyes smoldered as she continued the last few feet of her crawling advance, like she wanted exactly what was running through his mind, like she wanted to either devour him or be devoured.

Finally, she was near enough to touch. But now that she was so close, and his darkest dreams were about to become reality, Mike hesitated. Seeing his uncertainty, the blonde placed a gentle kiss on the back of his hand, the one still holding Meredith’s hip. Then another, higher up, tender lips leaving a trail along his hand and wrist, until her mouth was just inches from where his length was buried. Looking up at him, she whispered, “Can I see it? Please?”

Her voice was soft, her eyes hopeful, her breath hot on his skin. They were the first words she’d spoken since she’d entered the room. When he didn’t respond right away, she reached out with her tongue and gently licked the back of his hand. “Please?” she repeated, just as quietly.

“Take her, Michael,” Liliana murmured. “Use her.

Enthralled, he couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, desperate to give in but terrified of what it might mean. She opened her mouth and took his middle finger between her lips. Still holding his gaze, her tongue began to swirl. She closed her eyes and moaned around his finger, like it was a hit of a drug she’d long ago given up. Eventually, she pulled back.

“Please?” she repeated one more time in that same begging whisper. But this time she bit her bottom lip, and her eyes held open need.

Finally, Mike pulled himself from Meredith and nodded. Afraid of what was coming next, he froze as his length hung before Naomi’s face. Still looking up at him, she smiled. It was the smile of the world’s most photogenic supermodel; of the girl next door after hitting the game winning basket in the driveway; of the sexiest stripper you’d ever seen offering to take you to the back room where there were no cameras. Then she leaned forward and took his cock in her mouth.

At the first touch of lips on skin he tilted his head back and groaned. She immediately began working him over. It was the perfect combination of suction and softness. She used her tongue and lips and mouth and eyes, all to equal effect. Wet heat, stroking and pulling and loving.

She bobbed and pumped when he felt like going hard. She licked and kissed and whispered sweet words when he wanted to savor. Soft hands massaged his balls while she swallowed his length. It was unlike any blowjob he’d ever had.

“Do what you need,” Liliana encouraged.

Mike felt indulgent. It was like the easy burn of expensive scotch; the smooth satisfaction of chocolate mousse; ordering both the steak and lobster. He reached down and unclasped her bra. She shifted to give him room, and he tossed it aside once it was loose. Her breasts were as soft and full as they looked, and he alternated between tender caresses and firm gropes. When he was afraid he was being too rough, she moaned and shuddered and pushed her chest harder into his palms.

He wanted more and moved his hands to her head, tangling them in her silky, golden hair. She took the cue and stopped actively working him over. Instead, she simply opened, softened her mouth, and looked up expectantly.

With fire racing through his veins, Mike started thrusting. He was tentative at first, savoring the feeling of her lips dragging along his cock, enjoying her pliant mouth and bright eyes. Then he pushed harder, deeper, testing the limits of his new playmate. He was used to stopping at a certain point, but the blonde showed no sign of discomfort. Sensing his hesitancy, she wrapped her lips tightly around his shaft, giving him a sensation of firm pressure at just the right spot.

That slight increase in resistance drove him wild, and he began pumping harder. He pulled on her head with each thrust, bumping and pounding against the back of her throat until he was fucking her mouth as hard as any pussy. And she still showed no sign of needing a break.

So he drove on, rutting with wild abandon. When he thought she would need to catch her breath, he slowed and loosened his grip. But instead of pulling back, she pushed him deeper. Holding him against the entrance to her throat, she looked up and winked.

That sent him tumbling over the edge. He simultaneously pulled and pushed as hard as he could until he forced his way into her throat. For a long moment he held there, savoring the feeling of being completely engulfed, of her throat contracting around him like a massage. She smiled up at him with her eyes while his cock throbbed between her lips.

“She will be forever yours,” Liliana purred. “But first, you must release me.”

He resumed his rutting, this time not holding back, instead pounding in and out of her throat with each hard thrust. Completely wild now, his hands wandered, no longer needing to hold her head since she was pushing her face forward against his pumping.

He fondled and groped her tits. He explored her bare back and under her tight belly. He reached forward, squeezing and pinching her ass, pulling the snowy white thong aside and stroking the wet flesh between her legs, all while she joyfully choked herself on his cock.

He didn’t know how long she could go without air, but the thought didn’t bother him for long. Feeling his climax approach, he settled into a rhythm with one hand on her throat and the other on the back of her head while he fucked her mouth. Her silky blonde hair was covering her face and he wanted to see her eyes when he came in her throat, so he brushed it aside.

Instead of the bright sparkle he was expecting, they were dull and flat and lifeless, like a dead tree long after a forest fire. Her face, instead of the sun-kissed tan from moments ago, was faded and bleached. The look in her eye was distant, unaware, like she was either bored out of her mind or strung out on something incredibly strong.

Caught between horror and the overwhelming need to release, Mike pulled back. Naomi’s face immediately regained its healthy color. Her eyes sparkled again as she asked, “Why do you stop?” The first two words sounded dusty and croaked, like an echo from a dry, empty attic, while the last two returned to their seductive murmur.

Terrified and horny, Mike split the difference and pushed his length back into Meredith’s waiting pussy. After a few short thrusts, he was twitching and throbbing and pulsing like he had so many times before. Anxiety and fear gripped him as he flooded her. Bracing for the worst, he glanced to where Naomi was propped up on her hands and knees. She was looking to Liliana, bright eyes filled with terror.

The Dark Lady said one word. “Disappointing.” Her voice had lost any trace of playful seduction. It was now laced with venom and hard as steel.

Naomi stood and ran to the door. Conflicted, Mike watched her perfect, naked ass as she fled from the room.

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