Page 10 of Heaven on Earth

“There are other activities that can be performed in a bed, as I’m sure you well know.”

“Yes, but–“

“Would you prefer to go back out to the couch? Or maybe outside on the lawn? Thereareother options.”

Ryan’s face flushed. “No, the bed is fine. Am I allowed to use it for sleep, at least?”

I ducked behind the closet door, reappearing with a length of silk that I kept hidden behind my back in the volume of my wings. “Yes, why wouldn’t you be? My home is yours as long as you’re here. Everything that you want, you’re entitled to — well,almosteverything.” I walked back around behind him, slipping my hand over his face. “Close your eyes and keep them closed.”

He swallowed hard. “I’m not so sure about this.”

“Rest assured, whatever you don’t want me to do to you, I will avoid. This is meant to be fun, although a little nervousness is healthy, I believe. If you’retooconfident, where’s the fun in trying anything new?”

I moved my hand away and he nodded, eyes closed tightly. I began to wrap the silk fabric around his head, layering over his eyes so he couldn’t see a thing even when he opened them again.

“How does that feel?” I asked, tugging on the knot in the back to secure it.

“A little tight,” he replied.

“Shall I loosen it?”

“No, I’ll get used to it.”

That was my confirmation to move forward with my plans, so, staying behind him, I pulled him closer till my chest was against his back and my cock against his ass. I wanted more than anything to fuck him tonight, but it wasn’t time yet. I doubted that he would agree to it anyway if I asked, but there was much more we could do without a proper fucking just yet.

“Let’s get you on the bed, shall we?” I wrapped my arms around his waist and helped him hobble forward.

“I can’t see,” he reminded me.

“Let me be your eyes tonight.”

I got him safely over to the bed where I helped him climb on top before pushing him onto his stomach.

“What are you going to do?” he asked tensely.

“Get another tie.”

“For what?”

“Your hands. You trust me, don’t you?”

Ryan hesitated. “Youdidsave my life — and you’re an angel, which is probably the most trustworthy monster out there, right?”

I chuckled. “I’m sure. As for what I plan on doing with you, tonight, my dear, we’re going to perform a little trust exercise: I keep you tied up, and you have every right to tell me what you want and don’t want.”

“And I have to trust you to do it for me?”

“Exactly.”

His lips spread into a mischievous smile. “I think I might actually like the sound of that.”

Ryan waited patiently as I tied up his wrists and for good measure, essentially confining him to the bed where he lay with his legs spread out and his head buried in the pillow. He turned it to the side when breathing became too difficult. I was confident the blindfold was holding in place because every time I moved or was silent for too long, he would ask me where in the room I was — if I was still there at all.

The only time he didn’t ask me where I was was when I climbed onto the bed and the depressions in the sheets made his body sink in deeper. He kept his mouth shut then, anticipating whatever was about to happen next.

The sun had long since set outside and darkness had fallen over the entire town. I worried briefly that I was keeping Ryan up too late, but he had nothing planned for tomorrow, except perhaps to spend more time with me while he waited for a phone call, and I would be none the worse for staying up all night — I did it every other night, of course.

“Tell me what you think of this.” I pressed my hand into his back just between his shoulder blades and dug my nails in.