… solipsubmissive …

This is a continuation.  You might wish to follow this link to the beginning:  soiled, part 1

Despite the pretty words of literature and legend, angels very seldom cry.  They’ve seen it all, and, much like human police officers and psychologists and high school principals, they’re jaded and hard and unemotional.

Chloe had been different from the very start.  She felt things strongly, she empathized, she knew passion.  Through her and because of her, Michael himself had begun to feel again, especially with regard to her.  It was with unexpected emotion that he continued to watch her violation.  It broke his heart, because he knew what she did not.

Daños did not want to be saved.

***

Chloe stared up at Daños, wondered at the odd expression dawning in his eyes.  He looked at her steadily, those eyes boring into hers, as if he could somehow reach into her heart, and her soul, her mind if he just read her correctly.  Chloe held her breath until she no longer could, then released it with a tiny hiss. 

At the sound, Daños finally smiled.  “You say that like you still have a choice, angel.”

“Of course i have a choice,” she retorted.

“Then you don’t know me very well.”

Her eyes narrowed.  “i know you better than you know yourself.  i watched you when nobody else would, saw you in the middle of the night when sleep eluded and your work filled the void.  i’ve felt the pain you don’t allow yourself to feel, shivered through the layers of coldness that surround you, sat with you when sleep finally came, only to be interrupted by nightmares.  You scoff at my claims.  You think i’m mad.  You’re wrong, of course, which is why i’ll win.”

He leaned forward, his face a menacing inch from hers.  “I don’t lose.” 

Her eyes flashed, then softened.  “Ah, Daños.”  She lifted a hand to cup his cheek.  “You are not my opponent.”

Daños flinched at her words, or, perhaps, her touch, and turned away, sat on the edge of the bed with his back to Chloe.  He braced his elbows on his knees, dropped his head into his hands, then pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger.  “Who are you?”  His voice was soft, resigned.

She crawled across the bed to curl up behind him, rubbed her cheek back and forth in the hollow between his shoulder blades.  “i am Chloe, and i am — was — your guardian angel.”  She turned her face and pressed a kiss into the spot she’d caressed.

“I’ll ruin you.”

“i’ve ruined myself.”

He quirked an ironic smile she could not see.  “Good.  I don’t have to live with guilt for what you’ve done to yourself.”

Chloe thought about that a moment, slipped her arms around his waist, continued to rest her cheek against the hot skin of his back.  Her neck throbbed where he’d bitten it, reminding her of the injury she’d given him.  She moved her head, found the rough furrow, turned to press her lips against it, her tongue darting out to taste the ruined flesh.  And then she knew.  Her eyes filled with tears at the beauty of the epiphany.  She slipped around him, slid off the bed to the floor, and knelt at his feet, her eyes downcast. 

He didn’t move, not even when she leaned forward and lowered her head.  The ends of her dark hair tickled the tops of his feet, then pooled on either side.  Her lips found his skin, the tears finally spilling from her eyes to land, hot and wet, on his right foot. 

After a moment, she spoke, her voice so low he almost couldn’t hear it.  “We are not ruined, you and i.”  She shook her head, looked up, her cheeks glistening with moisture.  “We are soiled, yes, and for far different reasons.”

“There is no difference, angel.  Ruined, soiled.  I’m still damned.”

Chloe smiled through her tears.  “No.  i cannot believe that.”

He caught her face between his hands.  “Even if I believed this bullshit, this talk of forever, and eternal life, you’d still be wasting your time.”

“Don’t you see?  You’re still trying to save me, Daños.  There’s nobility in that.”

He exhaled forcefully.  “I don’t want to save you.  That’s what you don’t understand.  I want to violate you in ways you’ve never imagined … and I will, angel.  If you stay in my presence, believe me when I tell you I will.”

“i know,” she replied softly, her eyes on his.

A muscle worked in his jaw as he fought his baser instincts.  His hand twitched, once … then again.  He closed his eyes, threw his head back, then opened them slowly and looked down at her once again.  Slowly, deliberately, he reached for her, curved his hand around the back of her neck and grasped her, spreading his legs. 

He pulled her face between them, brought her mouth to his hard cock, pushed her face against it.  She whimpered a little, unsure, as he moved his length against her lips.  He tilted her head to the side and guided her until her mouth encountered the wrinkled skin that encased his balls.  “Taste me, angel.  That’s what I want right now.”

Chloe hesitated, then opened her mouth, breathing outward in a humid wash of air that first heated, then cooled the loose, shifting skin.  Her tongue slipped between her lips, hesitantly touched him there.

“Yes.  More.  Bathe them.”

She looked up at him from the corner of her eye, found his eyes dark and hot, watching.  She breathed in, inhaled his scent, tangy and musky and raw, then laid her tongue flat against his balls and began licking.  Without thinking about it, she lifted her hands, pushed them against his thighs so that he’d spread them wider, give her more room.  Suddenly hungry, she pressed in closer, closed her lips and drew in a bit of his skin, sucking softly and achingly. 

Oh, how she wanted this.  It consumed her, and she had no idea why.  She didn’t even notice when his hand left the back of her neck, just dipped her head lower, licking at the pungent area of skin just below his balls.  She stopped, breathed, glanced again at his face.  “Please,” she whispered.

“Yes,” he answered, and brought the head of his cock to her lips.  She opened her mouth.

***

Michael wept.

part 17