Above the Winter Skies [English Version]

17

After he had come in my mouth, Cassiel turned around without a word and disappeared into the bathroom, where he had been for over half an hour. Meanwhile, I was still kneeling in the same spot, unable to move. The pain in my nipples was now almost unbearable, the pressure in my rear intolerable, and my back and arms ached from the position. Yet whenever I tried to relax a little or lower my hands, the hook dug painfully into me, making me straighten up again quickly.

I didn't feel any fear, though. Not once did I consider using the safeword or stopping. Cassiel might enjoy humiliating and dominating me, but I felt that all of it was just a game. I felt that I was safe with him. And despite the pain, I still enjoyed it—perhaps because of it—in a way I couldn't quite explain. But maybe I didn't need to. Maybe sometimes it was enough just to enjoy things.

I waited patiently until he finally came out of the bathroom, after what felt like an eternity. To my surprise, he was dressed again. He was wearing the formal suit with the shoulder flaps, and his hair was neatly tied back into a braid.

He walked past me without acknowledging me, and I realized this was part of his game—that he had no intention of letting me off the hook. The realization caused a nervous thrill to spread across my skin.

Cassiel went to the bar, took a glass from the cabinet, and poured two centimeters of a golden-brown liquid. Then he leaned against the counter, sipped the drink, and finally looked at me again.

"I've changed my mind," he informed me. "I don't think I'm done with you yet."

My heart skipped a beat, only to then continue beating helplessly.

Cassiel took another sip.

"Unfortunately, I have another appointment today, a meeting... What do you think, would it bother you if I held it here?"

I stared at him in horror. He wanted... what exactly? To bring other Seraphim here while I knelt in this humiliating pose? Naked and restrained, with aching clamps on my nipples and a rod in my rear that was torturing me more with each passing minute?

He couldn't be serious.

He laughed and set the glass down at the bar. "I can see from your expression that you're not thrilled with the idea," he said. "And that's actually a good reason to do just that, but unfortunately," he walked around me to the bed and opened the nightstand, "I can't. The meeting doesn't allow for human listeners. So you'll be waiting here for me. I'm sure once it's over, I'll find good use for your pretty mouth."

He closed the drawer after retrieving something from it and came back to me. I breathed a sigh of relief, but only briefly. The fact that he wouldn't bring other angels was good. But that he now wanted to leave me alone in this state—possibly for hours—made me uneasy.

He stepped in front of me and, without warning, yanked on one of the clamps. I cried out, but not from pleasure, from pain.

"I assume that's quite uncomfortable," he said. "You'd like to get rid of the clamp, wouldn't you?"

I hesitated, then nodded cautiously. He reached for the other clamp and pulled on it as well. Tears sprang to my eyes again.

"And this one?"

"This one too," I whispered. The pain was almost unbearable.

He smirked but didn't let go of the clamps. Absently, he played with them, twisting, flicking, pinching my nipples, and each time, the sharp pain shot through my entire body. Tears streamed down my cheeks, stars flashed before my eyes.

"How about a deal?" he said and finally released the clamps. "I'm not a monster. I can take them off in exchange for something else."

I swallowed. The dangerous glint in Cassiel's eyes hinted that his offer wouldn't be anything pleasant, and a part of me was scared of what would come next. However, anything would probably be better than these torturous clamps. I was sure I couldn't endure them much longer. So I nodded cautiously.