Hi Everyone!
New story for you today–“The Angel’s Master.” People have been asking me what the first story in Erotic Corruption is–the answer is (besides that it came out a while ago, and is really excellent!) that this wonderful story and its predecessor (and the one after it!) are all kind of a hodgepodge of hot stories in the same theme of sexy, fun corruption (people giving in to sexy, wrong desires) that also happen to be commissions from awesome fans like you!
Blurb:
Some angels fall. This one kneels.
Alan was nobody. Unremarkable, overlooked, the kind of guy whose own reflection seemed bored of him. Then, through no particular genius of his own, he ended up with Francesca — an impossibly beautiful celestial being bound to his every word, wearing the body of his sexy professor like a tailored dress.
The power was infinite. The temptation, worse.
With a celestial servant capable of reshaping reality at his whispered request, a better man might pursue justice, or peace, or the quiet dignity of a better life. Alan pursues other things entirely. Amanda—gorgeous, untouchable, cruel in the careless way only the truly beautiful can be—is Alan’s obsession. Her best friend Lacey, all curves and knowing glances, isn’t far behind.
They deserve to be worshiped. They deserve everything.
Alan remakes his world, becoming the bully he always envied. The women who always deserved adoration? They receive it, in ways that leave them flushed, devoted, and swelling with fertile new purpose from Alan’s newfound virility. The girls who never quite measured up? Well. Some truths are unkind. And nobody can punish Alan anymore for making the ugly girls feel as unwanted as he knows they should for not being as hot as his sister.
The Angel’s Master is an unapologetic, scorching fantasy for readers who want their power fantasy served without a redemption arc, their heroines gorgeous and helpless, and their villain grinning the whole way through.
WARNING: Contains themes of dominance, submission, obsessive devotion, transformation, and one lifelong loser becoming the kind of ruthless bully he always envied.
The First 1000-ish Words:
“Are you sure this is the right way?”
“Yes. Shut up.”
The truth was that he wasn’t. It was the early evening, and Alan led Gretchen through the dim hallways of the community college, his skull still throbbing from where Chad had shoved him into the lockers barely ten minutes ago.
They were a year out of high school now, and he was still being treated like the loser he was then. So far, choosing to go to the local college had been nothing but thirteenth grade.
The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting strange shadows that seemed to move independent of any light source.
They were supposed to be cutting through the campus to get to the parking lot. But somehow, in the evening hours, everything about the once-familiar hallways and classrooms seemed backwards and wrong.
“This doesn’t look right.”
Gretchen’s voice grated on him. Everything about her grated on him—her greasy hair, her thick waist, the way her nose turned up at the end like a pig’s snout. She followed him around like a lost puppy, and he tolerated it only because she did his homework and because having any friend was marginally better than having none.
She had even followed him to this college; he knew she had been accepted at other places. He knew she had a crush on him; he just didn’t care.
She was ugly; why would he care about what she wanted? He wasn’t supposed to say that kind of thing, but it had always been how he felt, especially when he had to grow up around someone as hot as Amanda.
“I said—shut up.“
The memory of moments ago burned in his skull. Lacey’s laugh. That particular pitch of cruel amusement when he’d asked her out.
He thought he’d had her alone, but the twisting corridors of the field house had hidden the other girls of the squad—a group that included his sister Amanda. They had heard, and they had all mocked him for asking, and Amanda had been the worst of them all.
“Show them your dick, Alan,” she’d said, her perfect face twisted with contempt. “Show them what you were jerking off with when we caught you in my room.”
Chad, Amanda’s boyfriend, had grabbed him then. Slammed him against the metal with enough force that Alan’s vision had gone white at the edges. The squad had all seen. They’d all laughed.
Alan’s jaw worked. His hands clenched. The shame was a living thing inside him, coiling in his guts and spreading heat through his chest until he thought he might vomit.
He’d practiced what he would say to Lacey for weeks. Weeks. And in three seconds Amanda had destroyed him.
But even now, even with the humiliation still fresh, his cock stirred at the memory of his sister standing there in her cheer uniform. The way the skirt hugged her wide, fertile hips. The way her utterly-slender and super-toned stomach showed between the top and the skirt’s waistband. Her long well-formed legs, her sharp collarbones, the contempt in her ice-blue eyes. Her blond hair straight, long, golden, framing a face so fucking hot that he had never jerked off without thinking of it.
Amanda was a goddess. She was perfection. And she despised him.
That was the thing that made Alan’s chest tight with rage and arousal in equal measure. He didn’t want Amanda to be kind. He didn’t want her to stop being cruel. Cruelty suited her. She was born to look down on others, to sneer at the inferior, to cut down anyone who didn’t measure up to her standards.
He just wanted to be the one she looked up to instead.
He wanted to see that scorn turned on everyone else—on Chad, on the uglier cheerleaders, on every pathetic student who thought they mattered—while Amanda knelt at his feet.
The thought made him hard despite everything. Despite the ache in his ribs where Chad’s fist had connected. Despite the laughter still echoing in his ears.
Amanda was a cheerleader for the local university, which she attended. A year older than him, she had always been given everything first in their family. She got the first deep dive into the family savings and used it up to fund her education—another reason he was stuck at the community college and paying out of pocket.
To be honest, he liked it that she got everything first. He just wish she could understand—somehow, some way—how much he liked it.
Lacey had been the “safe” choice—a ludicrous idea, given how hot she was. Lacey, who was almost as gorgeous as Amanda but who didn’t share his last name. Lacey, who could have been Amanda’s sister (and therefore Alan’s) based on appearances alone, save for being maybe an inch shorter and a cup size smaller, and her hair being a more honey blonde with natural gorgeous waves where Amanda’s veered toward platinum and straight. Lacey, who didn’t sleep in the bedroom down the hall. Who he could ask out without feeling like a complete degenerate. Lacey, who almost certainly was in love with Amanda, and who was a loudly-confirmed virgin who had never gone out with a single boy.
One of his favorite fantasies was thinking of himself and Lacey being totally honest with each other about their obsession with Amanda, and bonding over it.
The two of them trading photos like drug addicts, getting each other off while they both admitted what they really wanted—not each other, but Amanda. Alan had pictured it a thousand times: Lacey texting him from the locker room, a shot angled up Amanda’s skirt as she bent to tie her shoe. Him sending back a photo he’d taken through the crack in Amanda’s door while she changed, her long back visible, the curve of her ass in lace panties.
Amanda wasn’t a lesbian—so she would never touch Lacey. And obviously she would never want Alan, her own brother. But he and Lacey would touch each other while looking at her, while talking about her, while confessing every depraved thought they’d ever had about his sister. No judgment. No shame. Just two people bound by the same impossible obsession, escalating one another as far as they dared…
