Page 45 of Drag You Down
“I’m not the Devil, Levi,” Gabriel says, brushing back a lock of my hair and sending a shiver down my spine. “I’m an avenging angel. I punish those who dare to hurt the innocent.”
He’s said as much before, and I don’t know what to believe.
“I don’t think you’re the Devil,” I tell him, and I realize that much is true. “But the Devil works in… in mysterious ways.”
Isn’t that supposed to be God? IsGodworking in a mysterious way to grant me a temporary reprieve from the penance I know I’ll receive so soon?
Gabriel smiles at me. “I’ll detangle the mysteries for you, my lamb.”
I watch as he gets on his knees again and taps my foot. I lift it automatically, and he takes the shoe and sock off.
The Devil would never debase himself for anyone.
“Stop,” I mutter, pushing at his shoulders. “I can do it myself.”
Gabriel looks up and winks. “But I want to do it for you, boy. I want to make you feel good.”
I jolt at the wordboy. I’m not sure whether I love it or hate it when he calls me that. It conjures up images, thoughts, of safety.
I already feel strangely good, strangely excited, by his touches.
That word only makes it feel even more intense, even more immediate.
“That’s the problem,” I say, swallowing thickly.
Well, not the only problem, but it’s one of the many, many things wrong with this scenario.
I’ve been stripped of all but my pants and my underwear, and it’s only a matter of moments before that little bit of armor is gone, too. What will I do then?
What willhedo when he realizes that I’m so affected by this that I’m half-erect? Shame suffuses me, making my cheeks flush with even more heat.
Gabriel reaches for the waistband of my slacks and slowly pulls it down, like I’m a present to be unwrapped. I stay completely still.
When I’m in nothing but my boxers, Gabriel leans in and presses his nose against my crotch, inhaling deeply.
“You smell good, little lamb,” Gabriel says.
This is sinful. This is beyond filthy. He shouldn’t be doing this.
Ishouldn’t be letting him do this.
But at the same time, there’s something tender about it. He’s not stripping me down for the sake of hurting me. I don’t entirely know what heisstripping me down for, but it’s not for penance. It’s not so I can sit naked in the dark and recite prayers that only make me more and more terrified and?—
I shudder.
Gabriel slowly peels my boxers away to reveal my cock, already half-erect and straining for more attention.
“Beautiful,” Gabriel whispers, his breath ghosting across my sensitive flesh and making my skin break out in goosebumps.
I don’t feel beautiful.
I feel afraid… and exhilarated.
I have fantasized about something like this for so long, too long, and now that it’s here, the fear is turning into excitement.
And trepidation.
Oh, I don’t know what I feel, but his proximity to me is almost more than I can stand.
