Unraveling

The phone rang once, twice—long enough for doubt to creep in. She'd gotten so used to Uriel responding the moment the phone reached her ears that it was hard to imagine him as an entity without the damn device. But there she was, desperate in bed waiting for that smooth voice she didn't entirely loath to filter through the speakers. If the woman she was last week could see her now, she'd weep.

Why was Uriel taking so long anyway? Had he gone to bed? Was he with someone else? Was she—

"Hello, Ofitser." His voice came through, breathless, ragged.

Her heart stuttered. "What… what were you doing?" she asked, unable to hide the curiosity that laced her words.

There was a pause, long enough for her mind to start whirling. His voice sounded even more hoarse than usual, so raw. 

"I was taking a bath," Uriel replied, his voice low, languid.

Her brow furrowed. "Why does your bath have you breathing hard?" 

A soft, dark chuckle escaped him, the kind that sent a shiver down her spine. "Oh, it was a very hot bath."

Cass's mouth went dry. His words dripped with suggestion, and even though she knew better than to press him, she couldn't help herself. "I see…"

She shifted in bed and Peppercorn meowed in protest beside her. Scratching the cat's head, she pulled the papers back onto her lap. "I'm going through the list you gave me," she said, her voice as steady as she could make it. "There are things I don't quite understand."

"Is that so?" Uriel's tone shifted, slightly amused but sharper now. "What don't you understand, Cassandra?"

Her heart skipped at the way he said her name. "Some of the kinks… I'm not sure about them. I thought you might clarify a few."

There was a moment of silence on the line, and then his voice came, darker, silkier. "Which ones?"

She glanced down at the list. Its Comfort Level section came with a simple metric system; 1-2 meant she was okay with the activity, 3-4 were soft limits— activities she wasn't sure about or would only perform under certain conditions, and 5 were hard limits, complete no-go areas.

The first category—Bondage. Easy enough to start with. "Bondage," she murmured. "Hands in front, ankles, knees… all that's fine, but I'm not sure about suspension." Her voice dipped slightly, her fingers tracing over the word. "I'd need you to check in with me for that."

Uriel hummed, the sound vibrating through the phone. "It's quite self-explanatory, Sladosti. The body hangs, weightless, every muscle tensed, waiting."

Cass knew that was what the word implied but she failed to see how being stripped off the safety of the ground could make her feel good.

"And what's the point of that?" She asked, her voice dripping with boredom.

"What's the point of it?!" Uriel repeated, incredulous. "It's the principle that matters, Ofitser. Suspension can be intense. But just picture it: your wrists tied above you, legs spread wide, your body inches away from any surface, completely vulnerable…" His voice dropped lower. "You'd love the way it feels, Cassandra. The way your body would sway, helpless, at my mercy."  

Cass's breath hitched, heat pooling in her stomach. Yeah, it was definitely the principle because she could see herself enjoying that. The vulnerability of being completely unable to run from his touch, his presence. The knowledge that, if she tried to escape, she would hurt herself. 

"Interesting," she whispered.

"Yes," Uriel echoed and she could hear the self satisfied smirk in his voice. He'd hooked her. "Very interesting."

She swallowed, trying to keep her voice steady as she moved to the next item on the list. "Tape bondage, though… that's a hard no for me. It feels… wrong."

Uriel didn't miss a beat. "Of course. You're not my prisoner, after all." The smirk in his voice was palpable. "You're my submissive. There's a difference."

Cass's body stirred at the distinction. "Next is sensory deprivation. I'm fine with blindfolding and earplugs, but gagging..." She hesitated. "That's a 3-4 on the scale for me. I'd need to know I can still stop things if I want."

"You want to have control even when you're giving it up," Uriel said smoothly, as though he could see right through her. "Don't worry, Malen'kiy volk. When I gag you, I'll make sure you still have a way to communicate. Still—"

"It's the principle of it all," She interrupted and completed.

Uriel's chuckle filtered through the speakers. "I just imagine it'll be fun to fuck you when you're not talking back with that smart mouth of yours."

Cass shifted again, the friction between her thighs too distracting. There were other ways he could achieve that; he could leave her a panting, moaning mess incapable of speech. He could shut her up with his co…

She moved on quickly, needing a moment to breathe. "Impact play… spanking, paddling, flogging—that's all fine. But slapping and punching, those are hard limits."

"Understood," he said. "I wouldn't dream of ruining your beautiful face. But spanking... paddling... you're actually okay with those, aren't you?"

Her breath hitched again, and she felt her body respond. The thought of lying in bed, her ass in the air, Uriel's hand's making harsh contact with the skin— she was very much okay with it. "Yes."

"Good. I can't wait to see your skin bloom under my hands," Uriel murmured, his voice like molten honey. "To hear you thank me for each spank."

Peppercorn meowed another disgruntled sound and hopped off the bed, padding over to the door. Cass stood up and absentmindedly opened it for her. 

"Sladosti? Still there?" Uriel's voice filtered through the speakers reminding her of why she was absent minded in the first place.

"Yeah," Cass replied hoarsely, locking her door and returning to her bed. 

"I assume you have more questions," Uriel husked. "Or would you like to skip to the part where I fuck you already."

Cass clenched her thighs together, her pulse quickening. She cleared her throat and glanced at the next item on the list. "Temperature play is fine. I've never tried ice or wax, but… I'm curious."

"I'll make sure you enjoy every moment. The shock of cold ice sliding down your spine, followed by the sting of hot wax… It'll be delicious. You'll love how your skin feels afterward, so sensitive, so alive." He paused. "What else, Cassandra?"

She glanced at the list, her heart hammering in her chest. "Oral play. Cunnilingus, fellatio... swallowing..."

Uriel let out a low, approving hum. "I know you'd love to swallow my cum, wouldn't you?"

Cass bit her lip, her body thrumming with arousal. "Yes," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper.

"Of course you do. Good girls always do."

Her fingers twitched over the paper. "Anal play… Anal intercourse… butt  plugs. I'm at 4.5. I'm nervous about it. I've never… tried it before."

"Don't worry," Uriel said softly. "We'll take it slow. You'll trust me to guide you through it. I won't hurt you—unless you ask me to."

Cass's face burned, her entire body tingling at the thought of submitting to something she was so afraid of. "Fisting, though—that's a hard no."

"Understood," he said. "You're not ready for that yet." He sounded like he already knew she would be one day, as if it were inevitable. His certainty made her shiver.

"Voyeurism and exhibitionism," she murmured, her voice shaking now. She was admitting some pretty serious stuff to him and herself. It was hard not to feel nervous— self conscious. "I- I'm okay with watching others. But being watched... that's another 4.5."

Uriel's voice darkened. "I do admit there's something doubly sexy about fucking you while someone else watches. You'd be on display—every gasp, every moan… exposed. I'd be having the time of my life knowing someone's getting off watching me claim the pizda they so desperately want." He let the words hang in the air, waiting.

An image of Jamee flashed in her mind, watching her as Uriel claimed her. Her core clenched, and she let out a soft whimper before she could stop herself.

Uriel chuckled darkly. "You like that, don't you? Maybe you do want to be watched. You just need the right audience."

Her mind was spinning, her body aching, but she forced herself to continue. "Verbal degradation, I'm fine with that. Public humiliation is a no. Objectification is... a soft limit. It depends."

"So you'd love to be my little bitch under the right circumstances," Uriel said, his voice deepening. "You'd love hearing me call you my slut while I fuck you."

Cass moaned softly, her body betraying her. "Yes," she whispered.

"That's what I thought."

Her fingers twitched over the page. "Genital clamps are close to a hard limit, but biting and scratching are fine."

"I'll bite you until you scream," Uriel promised. "Mark you until you remember who you belong to."

Cass's hand was trembling as she moved to the next section. "Breath play. Light choking is fine. But serious breath control is a hard limit."

"I'll wrap my hand around your throat," he murmured. "Just enough to remind you who's in charge. You'll love it—feeling your pulse against my palm, knowing you're mine."

Cass couldn't take it anymore. Her hand slid down her stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of her shorts, and she let out a shaky breath.

Uriel's voice dropped, even darker now. "Are you touching yourself, Cassandra?"

She bit her lip, trying to hold back the moan rising in her throat. "Maybe."

Uriel's tone turned sharp, dangerous. "I don't enjoy being teased, Pup."

Her breath caught in her throat as her fingers grazed over her aching core, her body desperate for release. She'd already been on the edge for what felt like forever.

"You'll learn not to touch yourself without my permission," Uriel said, his voice a low growl. "Once you sign that contract, you won't stroke that little pizda of yours without asking me first."

Cass moaned, her body trembling. She was losing control, slipping deeper into his world with every word he spoke.

"Now, let's see how much you can handle," Uriel continued. "I want you to stroke yourself. Slowly. Make yourself feel good, but don't come. Not until I say so."

Her fingers obeyed, sliding over her clit as her breath quickened. "Uriel…"

"Faster, Cassandra," he ordered. "But don't you dare come until I give you permission."

Her hips bucked against her hand, her body aching for release. "Please..."

Uriel's voice was a low, dark purr. "You want to come, don't you?"

"Fuck. Please…" Cass whimpered, her fingers slick with her arousal, her breath ragged. She was so close, teetering on the edge of release, her body taut and trembling as she waited for his command.

Uriel's chuckle came through the phone, dark and predatory. "Oh, I know you do. You're desperate for it, aren't you? I can hear it in your voice."

Cass bit her lip, stifling another moan as her hand moved faster against her slick folds, her body betraying her. "Yes… please…"

"Good girl," Uriel murmured. "But not yet. You don't come until I say so."

A sob of frustration escaped her, her hips grinding against her hand. Her body was on fire, burning with the need for release, but his words held her captive, keeping her on the precipice. She was so close, her muscles tensing, her breath coming in sharp gasps. 

"You fucking wish I were there right now, Cassandra," Uriel continued, his voice smooth and commanding. "You'd want my hands on your body. My mouth on your skin. But I'd probably sit back and watch you get off. I'd make you beg for me, make you sorry for teasing me. You'd beg, wouldn't you?"

"Yes," she gasped, her body trembling as his words washed over her. She could see it—feel it. The weight of his body over hers, his hands roaming, his voice in her ear, low and demanding. 

"I'd take my time with you," Uriel purred. "Tie you up, blindfold you… I'd savor every moan. And when you're on the edge—just like you are now—I'd deny you. Make you wait, make you ache for me."

Cass's fingers moved faster, her breath coming in shallow bursts as her body spiraled closer and closer to the breaking point. She was shaking now, her entire body taut with anticipation.

"Not yet," Uriel whispered, his voice teasing, cruel. He let the silence hang for a moment, letting her need build, pushing her to the edge. "Hold on, Malen'kiy volk. Don't you dare come until I say so."

"I can't—" Cass moaned, her voice ragged. Her body was on fire, every nerve humming with need. She was so close, so desperate for release that it hurt.

"You will hold on," Uriel growled, his voice hardening. "You don't come until I give you permission. Do you understand?"

His voice wasn't just coming through the phone—it was wrapping around her, sliding against her skin like a phantom touch, pushing her toward the edge but keeping her just out of reach. The weight of his command lingered in the air, in her mind, in her body.

"Yes," she whimpered, her body trembling with the effort to hold back. "Yes, Master…"

"Good girl," Uriel purred, his voice sending shivers down her spine. "Now… come for me."

Cass's body exploded with pleasure, her back arching off the bed as her breath caught in her throat. The world blurred around her and she cried out, her fingers moving frantically against her clit as she chased her release. Every nerve ending in her body was set ablaze. Waves of heat crashed over her, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm, every muscle trembling as she let go, her mind blank with the intensity of it. It was like falling, weightless, spiraling into him, into the fire of her own need.

Uriel's voice was a soft purr in her ear, dark and satisfied. "There you go, Cassandra. That's my good girl."

Her body shuddered, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she came down from the high, her fingers still trembling against her skin. She was spent, her limbs heavy, her mind foggy with the afterglow of pleasure.

For a moment, there was only the sound of her breathing, mingling with Uriel's soft, satisfied hum on the other end of the line.

"Do you understand now, Cassandra?" Uriel murmured, his voice like velvet. "The contract is just a formality. You already belong to me."

Cass lay there, her body limp and sated, but her mind was still spinning, caught between the intense pleasure she'd just experienced and the weight of Uriel's words. She didn't answer right away, her breath still uneven.

"I… understand," she whispered finally, her voice soft, tinged with a mix of exhaustion and something deeper—something that stirred uneasily in the pit of her stomach.

"Good," Uriel said, his tone low and possessive. "This is only the beginning, Cassandra. Remember that."

Cass swallowed, her throat dry, her body heavy with exhaustion. She couldn't deny the pull Uriel had over her—the way his voice, his presence, even from a distance, could unravel her so easily.

She'd done it. She'd given herself permission to feel and crossed the line. The doubt that had consumed her mind every moment since she agreed to be Uriel's submissive was gone. That part of her that resisted— that clung to the control she'd built her life around— had finally quieted.

Cass had always been in control. In every part of her life, control was her armor. But now, as her body trembled under Uriel's command, she realized that this was what she craved—what she needed. She wasn't losing herself; she was finding something she didn't know was missing.

She was going to be Uriel's submissive and that was final.

"I'm having a party at my new place this weekend," Uriel said, his voice softening into something almost tender.

Cass couldn't help herself. "A vampire ball?"

"A house warming," he clarified with no small edge to his tone. "A few of my friends insisted."

Cass sat up a bit straighter. "And you want me to…"

"Oh, you're coming, Ofitser," Uriel husked darkly, his voice still laced with that commanding edge that sent shivers down her spine. "And bring the contract."

The line went dead before she could respond, the silence in her bedroom suddenly deafening.

Cass lay there, staring at the ceiling, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of her release. She didn't move for a long time, her mind churning with everything that had just happened, everything she had just felt. 

She knew that after tonight, everything had changed. There was no turning back.

Not for her.

Not for him.