Page 16 of Little Bite of Bliss

He kept his eyes averted as he got out of bed, doing exactly as I asked. He went to the corner of my bedroom, and I caught sight of his cock which was already hardening again.

“Ugh. You’re such a slut,” I said. “Is this making you hard?”

It was making me wet.

“I’m sorry, Mistress,” he rasped, staring at the wall.

I got up and opened my wardrobe.

“Have you had anal sex before?” I asked. “And have you bottomed before?”

“Yes.”

“How often?”

“Often enough . . .”

Good. I picked out my leather strap-on harness and slid it on, clasping the buckles over my hips. I took my time deciding on what kind of dildo I was going to fuck him with.

“You’re going to be my sex toy as your punishment,” I said as I picked up a ten-inch tentacle dildo. I sighed. It was times like this, my gender envy was rampant. Why couldn’t I have a tentacle dick? Life was unfair. “I’m going to fuck you and spank you and mark you, and you’re going to show me your appreciation for my kindness. And then maybe, if you do well for me, I’ll give you the privilege of sticking that pathetically small cock inside me.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

I fit the toy through the ring and picked out a bottle of lube, listening to Archer say thank you over and over again, as if he were paying penance. My wings twitched then spread, stretching out in the sunlight filling the bedroom. It haloed around my feathers, turning the wispy edges white.

Archer tensed as I neared him, with only a few inches separating us now. Goosebumps prickled his skin as I stepped up, allowing the tip of the tentacle cock to press against him.

“Mistress,” he whispered. “I’m yours.”

I retracted my claws and uncapped the lube bottle. “Bend over, little demon. Put your hands on the wall.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

He planted his palms and pushed his ass back for me.

I leaned forward, pressing a kiss against the side of his neck. “Are you okay?”

“More than,” he chuckled under his breath. “This is the perfect way to wake up.”

“Good.” I smiled, then shoved him harder against the wall now that I knew he was enjoying this. I’d suspected, but I liked having a small check-in. Especially since I was about to fuck him harder than he’d ever been fucked before.

I poured lube into my palm and used it on him, carefully fingering his hole and teasing him until he was writhing and mewling. I lubed the tentacle cock, then reached around and spread more over his shaft too.

He hardened in my grip, letting out the softest whimper.

“Thank you, Mistress,” he grunted. “Fuck, that feels good.”

I gripped his hips, letting my claws come back out. He cried out as they ripped into his skin, the scent of blood filling the room as I lined the head of my dildo up with his hole.

I didn’t hold back. His hands balled into fists against the wall as he cried out, his knuckles turning white. I thrust inside of him, giving him the first few inches until he gasped.

“Yellow.”

I immediately eased back, my touch gentling. “We can stop⁠—”

“No, no, no. No, please. I just need a second to adjust.”

I swallowed hard, pressing kisses against his shoulder as I stilled my hips. He moaned, his body visibly relaxing. He took a few deep breaths, letting out another groaning hum.