Submitting to Her Master (Fallen Angel Domination)

Fallen Angel Domination

When Claudia finds an ancient book filled with sensual drawings of angels making love to humans, she thinks the summoning incantation included at the end is purely for show--that is, until she tries it for fun and summons a fallen angel of her own. Sexy, smoldering, and completely nude, he unleashes her desires. Claudia willingly submits to him, ready to be mastered...

 4400 words. This story contains rough sex with an angelic being, the blossoming of a Master/slave relationship, and the thrill of the forbidden. Intended for adult audiences only.




"You cannot deny you want me." His voice was velvet persuasion. "I am here because you thought of me when you did the summoning. That is what the book granted you--the core of your desire, the fulfillment that you wish for." He paused. "Will you come to me willingly?"

My answer was immediate. "Yes." 

Triumph flared in his gaze when I allowed him to pull me out of the protective circle, the triumph quickly replaced by that predatory glint from before, reminding me of a jaguar on a hunt for prey. Before I could change my mind, he grabbed my wrists and pulled me against his chest, arms locking me in his embrace. 

Through the thin fabric of my dress, I could feel the length of his hot, thick cock pressed against my belly, making my pussy throb in anticipation. My entire body tingled at the thought of doing something as forbidden as giving myself to him. Fallen angel or demon, whatever he truly was, the thrill--and the danger--of knowingly, willingly placing myself at his mercy was more arousing than anything I'd ever experienced.

Whatever happened, I would be changed forever.

I let out a surprised yelp when he grasped my hair and pulled, forcing me to look up at him. His grip didn't actually hurt--on the contrary, the slight tingle at my scalp made my pussy throb in response. His mouth quirked up in a smile, as though he knew how I was affected.

"You give yourself willingly to me, and I am your Master now." It was a statement, not a question, and the implications of it made a wave of desire crash through me. His grip tightened on my hair. "Say it."

"You're my Master," I breathed.

The approval on his face made my insides clench with a sharp, odd longing--I wanted him to look at me like that all the time. "Very good," he said, before leaning down and kissing me. 

The kiss wasn't gentle--his mouth came down on mine hard, his lips hot and crushing against my own. After a moment, he broke the kiss and dragged me over to the bed, pushing me down roughly onto the mattress.  He towered over me, a naked warrior angel about to claim the spoils of war. His cock jutted from his body, a thick, hot weapon that could split me in two by sheer size. My heart pounded, fear and desire a potent mix.

He gripped my wrist and pulled me onto my hands and knees in front of him, his cock inches from my face, disappearing from view as he knelt in front of the bed, which placed his face beside my own. He tucked a strand of hair tenderly behind my ear. "It has been an age since I've been with a human woman. The gateway between our worlds closed long ago, and only a ritual summoning may allow us entrance." His fingers stroked a path down to my throat. "Your kind has always fascinated me. So quick to love. So eager to please. And so very keen on having a Master dominate you." 

His hand clamped, lightly but firmly, around my throat. I tensed, eyes widening, but he didn't put pressure on his grip--he simply held me as though his hand were a collar. He leaned forward, pressing his cheek against mine, his voice whisper-soft in my ear. "Does my little human slave wish to please me?"

I nodded, mouth dry.