Above the Winter Skies [English Version]

16

I obeyed.

As I bent forward, stretched out my arms, and laid my forehead on the cool mahogany, my buttocks instinctively lifted. Cassiel stepped behind me and let out a soft groan.

"What a sight," I heard him say. "I can't wait to place the first stripes on this pretty ass. And how it will feel to sink into you! To thrust in and out, roughly and relentlessly, fast and hard. How delightful it will be for me to hear you whimper beneath me and see you squirm while I enjoy your body this way, pleasure myself in this manner.

Have you ever been taken up the ass, Lumi? Has a man ever done that to you? Answer!"

"N-no," I stammered toward the floor. My thoughts raced. Was this what he wanted? He wanted to take me ... there?

The thought was so outrageous and depraved that heat shot to my face. Not just to my face. I was shocked, but there was also a part of me that found the idea... exciting—after all, I hadn't crossed that practice off my list of limits. I felt a throb between my legs. However, it was only for a brief moment, until something smooth and cool pressed against my rear entrance, demanding entry.

Startled, I jerked up, only to be pressed back down to the floor by Cassiel's hand on my neck.

"You'd better do as I say," he growled, "unless you want even more trouble."

"Please," I whimpered. The brief feeling of arousal was gone; I was scared. "I've never done this before."

"All the more fun for me," he said. The pressure increased, and at that moment, I realized: it was that iron ball, the front part of the hook, he wanted to insert. What did he plan to do with it? Did he intend to hang me? It would tear me apart!

I panicked so much that tears welled up in my eyes. But using the safeword didn't even cross my mind at that moment.

A moment later, the ball was gone.

"Sit up," Cassiel commanded. Trembling, I straightened up and looked up at him. He had crouched in front of me and was now studying me with a furrowed brow.

"You're crying," he observed.

I couldn't make a sound; my throat felt constricted.

"You know you can use your safeword, right?"

I nodded, although I hadn't thought of it until this moment.

He seemed to think for a moment.

"This can only work if you trust me," he finally said. "And I can't force that; I can only promise you again and again that I will take care of you. Pain is good. A little fear is okay; without excitement, it would be boring. But you shouldn't be terrified. I promised not to seriously harm you. And I stand by that."

Now I felt ashamed. He had sensed my blind panic. Of course he had; he was a Seraph. Embarrassed, I lowered my gaze.

"Do you want to use your safeword?" he asked. "Should we stop?"

I thought for a moment; nodded. Shook my head.

"I don't know," I whispered, feeling ridiculous. I was completely disoriented.

"Do you still remember your word?" he asked. I nodded again.

"Then nothing will happen to you. I know there isn't enough time to build real trust, but if you really want to, give me a chance. And give yourself one too. If you feel it's too much, say the word and I will stop immediately. You're safe with me, Lumi. Anytime."

I swallowed hard. Then I nodded again.

"Alright," I managed to say, pushing back the tears that were once again burning behind my eyelids.