Page 23 of Heaven on Earth

Ciel was waiting outside on his porch, the sunrays catching in his hair and wings and giving him an almost ethereal glow. I had to shield my eyes when I looked at him, and when he noticed, he stepped back into the shade.

“Ah, Ryan, there you are. Come inside where we can talk in private.”

Talk.That was it: that was what I was here for, not all the other stuff.

“I think that’s a good idea.” I let him usher me inside the cottage, where there was a pot of coffee with some biscuits laid out on the coffee table. A proper meal would have been more satisfying, but I suspected that I would get that soon, just not in the usual form.

“Now, tell me, my dearest, what seems to be troubling you? Are you still hung up on not getting that job?”

He sat down on the sofa and I joined him, nestling into one of his wings with all the comfort and satisfaction of a fluffy blanket on a cold winter’s day. “A little, but that’s not what I came to talk about.”

“No?”

“No. You see, Ciel, I called my dad this morning, and he and my mom, well…they want to come visit.”

Ciel’s face lit up. “How lovely. And will I get to meet them?”

I hesitated, biting my lower lip hard. “Not this time.”

Ciel nodded quickly to hide his disappointment. “I understand. It’s probably for the best, honestly. We’ve only known each other for such a brief time, and there’s still so much I need to discover about you before complicating things further.”

There was more that I needed to tell him, but his right hand rubbed over my knee, squeezing it gently before moving along the length of my thigh. The important bit was out in the open now, and the dirty details could wait a few hours, or days, or however long Ciel wanted to keep me locked in his bedroom doing all sorts of unspeakable things to me.

“Are you ready to learn my reason for asking you over?” he asked, his eyes twinkling devilishly.

I smiled, the weight lifted off my shoulders for the time being. “Oh, I think so. I hope it’s what I’ve been imagining all morning.”

“I can assure you that it’s not,” he replied.

“It’s not?”

“No — it’s much, much better.”

18

CIEL

Ryan followed me into the bedroom like a lost lamb looking for his herd. We could have continued out in the living room, but I preferred the more soundproof and private quarters of the bedroom. It was better suited to what I wanted to do today — or rather, what I wanted Ryan to do to me.

With the door shut tight behind us and the curtains drawn, I turned to face him.

“I want you to fuck me till I beg you to stop.”

Ryan’s eyes widened. “I — I can’t,” he stammered.

“Yes, you can. Fuck me till I’m so spent, I can’t walk for days.”

“But, Ciel, I’ve never — I mean, I — you know I can’t–"

“Do it.”

Ryan’s eyes darkened as he came to terms with what he must do. As I expected, he doubted his abilities, but there was no possible way this day would end poorly.

I took his hand in mine. “Remember when I asked you if you trusted me?”

“Of course.” He nodded.

“And does that still hold up now? Do you still trust me?”