3. Edging

3 / EDGING

Sage

There was something truly romantic about being swept off my feet by a mothman, carried upstairs, and then told to kneel.

He placed a pillow on the floor for me to kneel on, which was also just as romantic.

“Is that okay?”

“Yes.” I beamed as I looked up at him. I was so turned on, his patience was becoming unbearable.

He tipped my chin up, his claws digging into my skin in a way that thrilled me. I clenched my thighs, He was the master of lingering touches and sweet language, and I feared I was putty in his hands.

“I picked out a collar for you,” he whispered. “I did not bring all of my items with me on the trip, so I picked out some that will do in the meantime. I hope you like purple.”

“I’m not sure there is a nonbinary person out there who doesn’t,” I teased.

He chuckled and left me kneeling there. The bedroom was massive, with a plush king sized bed at the center and tons of space to lounge.

Plenty of extra furniture to be fucked on.

The closet seemed to be full of many things, and I only caught a few glimpses as he spread his wings, blocking most of the view. And then I found myself focusing on his wings and how beautiful the pattern on them was.

He returned with the collar, displaying it for me. The leather was dark purple and there was a silver heart for leashing.

“Yes,” I breathed.

He swept my hair back and fit the collar around my neck, buckling it. I closed my eyes, reveling in the feeling of it. Tears welled, but I held them in, even as my emotions heightened to an almost unbearable level.

It had been too long since I’d felt cared for.

A tear must have escaped, because I felt his fingertip brush over my cheek.

“My little flame,” he whispered. “You are safe.”

“I know,” I said. “Sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

“Look at me.”

I didn’t want to, but I forced myself to open my eyes. He swiped away another tear and then I parted my lips for a kiss, groaning as I melted into him. He gripped my hair, yanking my head back as his tongue devoured me.

I was left breathless as he drew back. I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it off, enjoying the low growl he made. He caught my hand before I could start to take off my bustier.

“I shall do this,” he said. “Stand up.”

“Yes, Sir,” I rasped.

He helped me stand.

Then he started to circle me.

I swallowed hard as he crept around me, the hair on the back of my neck standing up. Suddenly, I felt the part of him that was monstrous, powerful, and commanding.

And I fucking loved it.

He stopped behind me and began to unclasp my bustier. He reached around and looped a finger through the silver heart of the collar, giving it a firm tug as he continued to undress me. A soft moan escaped me as he held me in place.

“I want to be used,” I rasped.

“Oh, I know,” he said. “I’m going to thoroughly use you, little flame. We have hours and hours to play.”

“You’re so patient,” I hissed.

“Yes, and I will torture you with it.”

The last clasp came undone and he pulled the bustier completely free. He started to circle me again until he stopped in front of me, his gaze sweeping over my breasts. My nipples hardened as he cupped me and then grazed his claws over my chest.

He undid the button on my pants and slid them down, leaving only the lace set of panties I wore. An appreciative clicking noise came from his throat.

“I wish to eat you,” he whispered reverently.

I wasn’t entirely sure what he meant by that.

He suddenly scooped me up and threw me over his shoulders. I gasped as he kept me draped there and went to the closet. I couldn’t see what he was grabbing, but I heard the rustle of items.

“What are you doing?” I squeaked.

He gave my ass a playful slap. “Don’t fret about it.”

I was certainly fretting , but in a good way. He turned around and then lowered me down onto the center of the bed. He joined me, the mattress shifting as he spread me out, adjusting my limbs.

“You will tell me if you get uncomfortable,” he said.

“Yes, sir,” I whispered.

He brought my ankles together and then I spotted the bondage tape. I raised my brows as he began to bind my ankles together. He straddled me, the bulge in his pants rubbing against my lower stomach as he brought my hands together. He pulled the tape out and then started to wrap my wrists.

“Do these feel okay?”

“Yes,” I said. “Are you planning on staying dressed, sir?”

He chuckled. “Certainly not. But your impatience is amusing me.”

I stuck my tongue out at him and then nearly bit it as he leaned down and sucked one of my nipples.

“Fuck.” I bucked my hips with a groan.

He sucked the other and then slid off me. I raised my head as he moved off the bed.

He started with his suspenders. He pulled them to the sides of his shoulders and then unbuckled his pants, leaving them open. But then he went to his bow tie, pulling it off.

“You’re a tease,” I hissed.

He winked as he unbuttoned his shirt. My mouth watered as he undressed. I shivered as I waited, naked and aroused, bound and collared.

He tossed his shirt to the floor and then lowered his pants and the boxers underneath.

His cock sprang free and my mouth fell open.

It was unlike anything I’d ever seen before. Like his eyes, it was dark red. It was long and thick with a tapered tip and what appeared to be ridges down the center. It also moved .

And then there were the… claspers to either side?

And the fact that they all emerged from a pocket of sorts…

His wings spread as he came to the edge of the bed. He knelt onto the blankets with a hum. “When I’m not aroused, everything stays inside here. These two tendrils grab onto whomever I’m mating and they emit a hormone that increases arousal.”

“Oh,” I rasped.

“Are you… is this okay?”

“Yes,” I said immediately. “I’m shocked, but in a way that has left me questioning myself a little.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I want you to fuck me,” I whispered, still staring at his cock. “Please?”

Fitz chuckled as he crawled towards me, straddling my hips again. He reached past me and grabbed a pillow, slipping it beneath my head. His cock slid against me, the tendrils next to them clasping onto my skin.

The moment they touched me, I let out a soft moan. He gently lifted my bound wrists and moved them above my head. I relaxed beneath him, completely enchanted by him.

“How are you going to fuck me with my ankles bound?” I whispered.

“I’m not fucking you yet, little flame,” he said.

He leaned down and dragged his tongue between my breasts, his claws grazing my sides. I groaned, rocking my hips against his hard cock. I moved against him while he kissed and teased me. He flicked his tongue over my breasts, igniting sparks of need.

“Oh gods,” I moaned.

He continued to tease me, moving down my body until he came to the lace. He pushed his tongue between my closed thighs, rubbing against my clit through the fabric. I gasped, arching against him, craving more. I was desperate, needy, and completely falling down the submissive rabbit hole.

“Please, sir,” I cried. “I want more.”

“I know you do,” he murmured. “You’re so needy, aren’t you? And I like hearing you beg, but you’re beautiful and I’m going to take my time worshiping you.”

Heat pricked and I felt the familiar discomfort of being complimented. It was hard to battle that feeling while he kept touching me.

“The taste of you brings me so much satisfaction,” he murmured, continuing to kiss and lick and tease. “And you’re a delight to speak with.”

“Stop,” I moaned.

“No, I don’t think I will,” he purred. “You are lovely and you need to know that. I love the color of your hair. Your name. I love that you hate peanut butter.”

I lost my breath as he came back down to the apex of my thighs. His tongue pressed against me, teasing me.

All of the praise was making me want to run away, but I wasn’t going anywhere. And as that realization started to sink in, I gasped as he leaned back and used a claw to break the tape around my ankles.

He adjusted positions and spread my legs, pulling my panties off. I fought him for a moment, my cheeks flaming from being so exposed to him.

“Keep your legs spread,” he growled, pushing them apart. “I want to see how wet your pretty little cunt is.”

Fuck. That turned me on. I cried out as he leaned down and his tongue lapped over bare flesh. He held me in place, keeping me from squirming as he tasted me.

“You’re drenched, darling,” he whispered.

His tongue dipped inside of me and I arched, groaning as he used me. My body burned with need and I moaned as he pushed it in further.

He replaced his tongue with the tips of two fingers, thankfully both without his sharp talons, and then lapped at my clit as he fingered me. My voice rang through the room, every moan and cry uncontrollable.

Fitz was a fingering expert.

“That’s it, little flame,” he whispered. “I want to get you nice and ready for my cock.”

“I’m ready,” I moaned.

“Not even close,” he chuckled.

“You bastard.”

He continued to finger me, finding a rhythm that drove me crazy. He held me firmly in place, using his weight to pin me down with ease. All I could do was accept the pleasure, accept his compliments, and suffer in the most excruciatingly blissful way possible.

“Good toy,” he murmured against my pussy.

I was going to lose it. I cried out, getting closer to the edge with every passing moment.

Right as I was about to come, Fitz withdrew his fingers and sat back. I scoffed, my mouth falling open. “What…what?”

“Not yet,” he said.

“Sir,” I whimpered. “I was right there. I was so close.”

“I know,” he said. “But when you come for the first time, I want it to be around my cock. I want to feel you clench around me. I want to be inside of you.”

“I’m begging you to fuck me,” I moaned. “Please, Sir. Please. I’m a mess.”

“A very cute mess.”

I damn near hissed at him like a feral beast. He raised his fingers to his mouth and sucked them, holding my gaze.

Gods, I needed him.

I needed him so fucking bad.

I felt like I’d been edged since coffee this morning, which felt like eons ago at this point. The tension between us, the bond that was being created with words and touch—I needed him to fuck me.

He started to get up and my eyes widened. “Where are you going?”

Fitz paused and gave me a look that made every nerve ending light up with desire. “To get the lubricant, little flame.”