Even without being able to make out his expression, I can see it for the smolder it is.
The look he gives me from across the way ignites from my chest down past my navel, my knees feeling suddenly unsupportive. I can't make out his amber eyes from this far a distance, but the way he tilts his head appraisingly makes me feel just how empty my cunt is at this moment, and I’m suddenly dripping wet with need.
He starts undoing his tie like he's got a vendetta against it. He throws it aside like it's nothing to him, and if that doesn't make me all the wetter. He undoes his cufflinks one at a time, and I think I may run out of clothes before he does. I may have to resort to fingering myself on this rooftop to put on a real show for him.
I'm fully unbuttoning the blousy front of my dress, shrugging the shoulders off. The wind pulls it away, and it's gone in a shimmer of darkness and clouds.
“I want to give myself to you. My body, my heart, everything in between.”
Then it's just me, standing naked in my heels on this rooftop.
I glance to the far end of the rooftop, and it's empty.
Everything in my world stills for a second, wondering if he left, how he could have simply left, before a shadow cuts through the moonlight above me.
I catch sight of him then, wings stretched out and carving deftly through the air before he lands before me and scoops me up. My sense of balance is tumbling like laundry in the wash, but I don't care. He's holding me.
My arms are around his neck, touching his horns, his face, his chest, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. He shrugs out of it easily, and I stifle a laugh that it's still tucked in and hangs over his belt.
“You're still Mr. Overdressed,” I tease.
“That's it. No more Mr. Nice Guy,” comes a growl from deep in his throat, or maybe it's from his mouth and I'm just intently watching the way he undoes his belt in a single deft motion. My heart is between my legs, my wrists are pinned above my head in his hands. I let out a gasp as his belt slips through and tightens around my wrists. My pulse quickens at the thought of what he might be intending this for.
Then he lifts me off the ground by my bindings. One of my shoes comes off, and I have to press my knees hard together at the way my body sings with need.
My arms pull together over my head, and my back arches into the movement, pushing my breasts out, impatient to have more of his touch.
And, fuck, I'm so wet, I'm ready for anything right now.
“It's time for Mr. Extra Nice Guy,” he says.
I lift my head, frowning. I go to lean forward a bit to maybe ask him what that's about, but my elbows don't have the leverage for that.
Vlad takes my current immobility to trace a claw against my cheek, down my collar bone to my navel.
“You have lovely ideas, and it's clear you aren't appreciated as you need to be. But you pretend you don't want to be appreciated. You go as far as to remove yourself from opportunities to be appreciated,” he continues.
I yank on the knot around my wrists, but it's a good knot, and snug to boot. I yank away with every muscle in my body, and the motion sends me swinging away from him.
He wraps a massive hand around my back, pulling my body closer to him as he leans over me.
“Do you think if you make it harder for people to love you, and they're still there, that will prove to you finally that you're worthy of being loved?”
The urge to deflect is hard to wrangle, and it nearly beats me. I blow the hair out of my face. I'm sure my expression is anything except appreciative right now.
“I'm trying to learn how to take you at your word, the first time,” I admit. “It's hard. I'm sure it'll take a bit of practice.”
He presses a kiss to my forehead and plants a little plasticky star sticker on my cheek.
“Y'know, I've changed my mind. Maybe they are a little patronizing.”
“Maybe you can start with learning to take praise unchallenged.”
I’m going to break up with my telehealth therapist. Why am I going to therapy when I can have a gargoyle pin me down and make me unpack my baggage?
“Ok, I'll work on accepting compliments, you don't have to tie me up to get that to happen,” I tell him, when he gives a little tug at the belt I'm suspended from. The motion is dizzying and oddly arousing. Just when I think my cunt can't feel any needier...
Vlad drags his tongue across my breast, gathering the nipple into his mouth to suck, and consequently drive me crazy.
