I'm going to look forward to having you in my class. Just as I look forward to schooling you here. Shall we begin?"
I looked around the room. "This doesn't look like a classroom."
"Oh, but it is, and you'll be a perfect student, I know."
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He reached for me again and pulled me tight to him. He lowered his lips to mine and kissed me deeply with his tongue again. I closed my eyes and let myself melt into him. No wonder-
He broke the kiss and smiled down at me. "Undress for me."
My brow wrinkled in confusion and I swallowed hard and thought of my back. "I...uh...I'd rather not."
"Shy now? You don't strike me as the shy type. Come, let me see you. I'm not accustomed to having to ask twice to be obeyed."
What an odd thing to say.
"Start with your shoes. Kick them off," he said.
I did so.
He smiled. "Excellent. Now your jeans. Slide them down and step out of them."
"Why?"
He sighed. "Angel, do you want to do this? You said you wanted to come home with me."
"Do what? I'm here with you, aren't I? I don't understand why you want me to take my clothes off!"
He brought a hand to his face and pinched the bridge of his nose before he looked up at me. "You can't possibly be that naive. Surely you've seen people on television having sex."
"I don't watch television. I told you, I had a...sheltered upbringing. TV hurts my eyes and ears."
"But you had an upbringing. Didn't your parents teach you about sex?"
"Just that I'm not supposed to touch...people. Father doesn't like it when we do."
He held his hand out to me. I took it without hesitation. His touch made the fire inside me roar, and I suddenly understood why Father forbade this to us.
He pulled me close and tilted my chin up so that I was looking at him. "I will not touch you without your consent. I will not force your consent from you. If you wish to be intimate with me, to learn about lovemaking from me, it has to be consensual. Now, you said you wanted something but didn't know what. I think I know what that is. Tell me plainly, Angel. Is it me you want?"
"I...I don't know."
He took my hand and pressed it to his jeans. There was a large, hard bulge below his waistband. I could feel it throbbing against my hand through the material. The fire inside me roared and made me whimper.
"I think it is," he whispered in my ear. "I think your body knows what your mind can't name. I'll ask you again. Do you want me?"
"Y-yes," my voice cracked over the word. "Yes, please. Father forgive me, but I do."
"Will you accept me?"
I looked up at him. I knew those words. I understood now. Understood, and nodded. "Yes." I bowed my head. "Yes...my lord."
He tilted my chin up with a finger crooked under it and considered me a long moment before he took a step back and folded his arms over his muscled chest. "Undress for me."
I bit my bottom lip and bowed my head again. My trembling hands went to the waistband of my jeans and I unbuttoned them. I slowly lowered the zipper and pushed them over my hips and down to the floor.
"No underthings. Very nice. Is that a personal preference or a deliberate omission?"
"I...I find them uncomfortable...my lord."
"Both, then. Now the socks and shirt."
I removed my socks but hesitated when I reached for the bottom of my shirt.
He waited. I looked up at him. He unfolded his arms slightly and gestured to the ceiling with two fingers.
"My lord, I...I..."
"Remove your shirt, Moon Angel. Your lord commands it. Obey. That is your place, is it not?"
"I am flawed, my lord."
"That is obvious," he said. "And I care not."
I nodded and bowed my head and gathered my shirt in my hands. I pulled it over my head and tossed it over my jeans on the floor.
"Now unbind your hair," he ordered.
I reached up and pulled the hair tie from my ponytail. My blond hair cascaded down my neck and back to rest below my shoulderblades.
Just above where my wings used to be. It didn't cover the scars of their destruction.
"Come to me."
I obeyed.
He grasped me by the
I looked around the room. "This doesn't look like a classroom."
"Oh, but it is, and you'll be a perfect student, I know."
#
He reached for me again and pulled me tight to him. He lowered his lips to mine and kissed me deeply with his tongue again. I closed my eyes and let myself melt into him. No wonder-
He broke the kiss and smiled down at me. "Undress for me."
My brow wrinkled in confusion and I swallowed hard and thought of my back. "I...uh...I'd rather not."
"Shy now? You don't strike me as the shy type. Come, let me see you. I'm not accustomed to having to ask twice to be obeyed."
What an odd thing to say.
"Start with your shoes. Kick them off," he said.
I did so.
He smiled. "Excellent. Now your jeans. Slide them down and step out of them."
"Why?"
He sighed. "Angel, do you want to do this? You said you wanted to come home with me."
"Do what? I'm here with you, aren't I? I don't understand why you want me to take my clothes off!"
He brought a hand to his face and pinched the bridge of his nose before he looked up at me. "You can't possibly be that naive. Surely you've seen people on television having sex."
"I don't watch television. I told you, I had a...sheltered upbringing. TV hurts my eyes and ears."
"But you had an upbringing. Didn't your parents teach you about sex?"
"Just that I'm not supposed to touch...people. Father doesn't like it when we do."
He held his hand out to me. I took it without hesitation. His touch made the fire inside me roar, and I suddenly understood why Father forbade this to us.
He pulled me close and tilted my chin up so that I was looking at him. "I will not touch you without your consent. I will not force your consent from you. If you wish to be intimate with me, to learn about lovemaking from me, it has to be consensual. Now, you said you wanted something but didn't know what. I think I know what that is. Tell me plainly, Angel. Is it me you want?"
"I...I don't know."
He took my hand and pressed it to his jeans. There was a large, hard bulge below his waistband. I could feel it throbbing against my hand through the material. The fire inside me roared and made me whimper.
"I think it is," he whispered in my ear. "I think your body knows what your mind can't name. I'll ask you again. Do you want me?"
"Y-yes," my voice cracked over the word. "Yes, please. Father forgive me, but I do."
"Will you accept me?"
I looked up at him. I knew those words. I understood now. Understood, and nodded. "Yes." I bowed my head. "Yes...my lord."
He tilted my chin up with a finger crooked under it and considered me a long moment before he took a step back and folded his arms over his muscled chest. "Undress for me."
I bit my bottom lip and bowed my head again. My trembling hands went to the waistband of my jeans and I unbuttoned them. I slowly lowered the zipper and pushed them over my hips and down to the floor.
"No underthings. Very nice. Is that a personal preference or a deliberate omission?"
"I...I find them uncomfortable...my lord."
"Both, then. Now the socks and shirt."
I removed my socks but hesitated when I reached for the bottom of my shirt.
He waited. I looked up at him. He unfolded his arms slightly and gestured to the ceiling with two fingers.
"My lord, I...I..."
"Remove your shirt, Moon Angel. Your lord commands it. Obey. That is your place, is it not?"
"I am flawed, my lord."
"That is obvious," he said. "And I care not."
I nodded and bowed my head and gathered my shirt in my hands. I pulled it over my head and tossed it over my jeans on the floor.
"Now unbind your hair," he ordered.
I reached up and pulled the hair tie from my ponytail. My blond hair cascaded down my neck and back to rest below my shoulderblades.
Just above where my wings used to be. It didn't cover the scars of their destruction.
"Come to me."
I obeyed.
He grasped me by the
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