Overly Familiar Pt 02 Ch 05

When Matt looked up to see Laila still slightly pouting over the bikini, he couldn't help but to laugh, and laugh loudly. "This is

so

weird!"

Laila's eyes bulged at the comment and she shrank back slightly. "Did...I do something wrong?"

Matt's laugh continued at Laila's reaction but it was clear that it wasn't malicious in intent. "No, no. Not

you

. Just...this. This whole thing. You just did a stripper dance for me in a public beach which no one saw and I literally fucked you with my brain."

Laila calmed down enough to join in Matt's laughter, and resumed her earlier position, snuggling against him under the umbrella. "Nope. I don't see it. What's so weird about all of that?" She asked with a coy smirk.

"

Us

!" Matt exclaimed humorously throwing up his hands. "Laila, you're

literally

the girl who made me realize I liked girls. You know that, right?"

Laila giggled as her cheeks flushed again. "Yes... I was... aware of that. You've never exactly been the... subtle type. It's why I had to call you on it so much."

"That too!" Matt laughed. "You were always so adamant about us only being friends and you mean to tell me this

entire

time, that I just had to be more forceful about it and I could have lost my virginity to you?"

Laila's cheeks retained their red hue, but her eyes bulged at the comment. "That's not-!" Laila stammered, pausing to rethink her words so that they weren't a lie. "...entirely true... I would like to point out that, for the record, I didn't give in until you put a collar on it."

"Oh, fuck you! You didn't even know I could do that, so don't even act like that was a condition." Matt shot back with a devilish grin as Laila set her facial expressions in a firm stance of her own belief. "Okay, let's play that game. So it's prom, and you're still my platonic date and we still had a great night, full of dancing and pretending you couldn't feel my hard-on, but at the end, instead of accepting that sweet peck on the cheek and letting you go home, I kiss you on the couch."

Laila looked away. "Hard-on? There was

no

such thing. You obviously had something in your pocket." She murmured, before slowly making eye contact again when she could hear Matt's laughter. "...what... kind of kiss? You know... For the sake of immersion into this theoretical scenario..."

"For the sake of immersion, huh?" Matt chuckled, before leaning close and firmly grabbing Laila's hair and pulling her into a deep kiss. The two moaned as their tongues wrestled for dominance in each other's mouths. Matt seemed to revel in Laila's clear windedness once he finally released her.

"You would

not

have kissed me like that back then!" Laila protested, fidgeting slightly.

"The Hell, I wouldn't have." Matt grinned widely. "I'd spent the entire night with an excuse to have your body pressed against mine without you calling me a perv for it."

"Prom is supposed to be really important for humans..." Laila mumbled, avoiding eye contact. "I wanted it to be a nice memory for you... Even though you totally took liberties with my kindness."

"My hand slipped!" Matt protested in faux shock. "Your dress was slippery. I swear my hands were meant to be on your waist."

"

Every

time?" Laila rolled her eyes. "It was an accident every single time?"

"It was so slippery..." Matt bit his lip to hide his smile and failed miserably. "On a completely unrelated note, you have a great ass."

"Fuck you, Master!" Laila shot back, shaking her head at him, but unable to hide her own amusement.

"Fucking! That's right!" Matt exclaimed, smiling widely at Laila. "I almost forgot what we were talking about. What would you have done if I kissed you like that on the couch?"

Laila looked away shyly. "How...did that kiss go again?"

"You greedy little slut..." Matt growled but before Laila could fully protest the label he'd given her, he had already grabbed her and pulled the angel into another intense kiss. Only this time, he sensually licked her lips after he ended it. "Well?"

"Oh my

God

..." Laila moaned dreamily, "I would have spread my legs for you so goddamn fast..."

"Yeah, that's what I thought." Matt chuckled, pressing his forehead to hers.

"I wouldn't get too cocky if I were you." Laila smirked. "You know how much effort I put into pleasing you. If I'd have been your first, I'd have ruined women for you. I would have made it a point to. And since you probably would have collared me anyway, making

me

your first familiar, I wouldn't have let Mara anywhere near you,

well

before you turned her into a sex doll."

"She is not-" Matt began but then he thought about it. "Okay, physically you have a point..."

"It still irks me that your 'ideal' for sex is pretty much the exact opposite of me..." Laila mumbled, pushing her lips out into a pout.

Matt's eyes bulged in surprise before they narrowed as a mischievous train of thought took hold. "So what you're saying is, I have to prove that I find you attractive? Right here. Right now. I have to prove without any room for misunderstanding that looking at you makes me want to fuck the shit out of you."

This time, Laila's eyes bulged in a blend of fear and lust. "Oh... shit... Master, I didn't-"

Before Laila got the chance to protest, Matt had pulled her into hug from behind. "I would have assumed that my

reaction

to your dance would have proven this already..."

Laila whimpered as at the word 'reaction', Matt had thrust his crotch against her barely covered ass to demonstrate that his erection had yet to go away. "It's...not that I don't think you want to fuck me, Master... I just...feel you want to fuck Mara and Teri more..."

"Is that right?" Matt growled into Laila's ear. Then without warning, Matt viciously grabbed the angel's breasts with each hand, sliding his fingers under the small strip of material covering her nipples so that he could grope her unencumbered.

"Oh FUCK!" Laila moaned much louder than Matt's action should have merited.

"See...there's something I've been wondering." Matt pondered outloud as Laila mewled and quivered under his touch, clearly confused as to what was going on. "If I can make you cum with just my mind... And if you have to submit to my will... What if I were to... will... your tits to be more sensitive? It would just make your nipples into a second and third clit, wouldn't it?"

"Oh God!" Laila groaned, her eyes rolling in the back of her head as she was continually molested. "M-master!"

"Go ahead. Cum." Matt growled menacingly as Laila did just that in his arms, but his mammary based attention didn't ebb. "Cum all you want, it's only going to prove my point."

"I believe you, Master! I believe you!" Laila cried out as she could feel another orgasm quickly approaching on the heels of the previous one, which hadn't even finished yet.

"I don't think you do..." Matt grumbled sadistically. "I've really been having to prove my points quite vigorously lately. I guess these personal days are a great idea after all."

Matt could feel Laila's resistance weakening as a cloudy filter seemed to come over her pleasure. "Laila, I swear if you check out on me, I'm taking down the cloaking spell."

A violent orgasm forced through the angel's body at the threat, intensified by the fact that she could feel that he wasn't kidding this time. He was very willing to bare her lewdness to the world, or at the very least, the beach. Laila was barely able to muster noises that sounded somewhat like, "Not... fair..."

Even though Matt was trying to stay wrathful, he couldn't help but find Laila amusing in these situations. As much as she may deny it, punishments and rewards were practically the same to her if done right. As much as she'd be mortified by a beach full of people seeing her in such a state, the

thought

of it happening was clearly having the opposite effect.

"I'm sorry, Master!" She gasped, visibly putting the effort into remaining in the here and now.

"Good girl. Now besides the mind numbing pleasure I'm putting you through, what do you feel? From me, specifically?"

Laila moaned softly when she looked over her shoulder into Matt's face and responded with a whimper.

"Exactly." Matt grinned mischievously, making a show of flicking Laila's nipples to make her squirm in his grip even more. "Do you feel any resentment? Do you feel me wishing you were someone else? That

these

were someone else's?"

"Oh

God

!" Laila quivered with another orgasm.

Matt finally relented, giving Laila breasts their normal level of sensitivity and allowing her to get a few breaths of relief before taking it away again in a deep kiss. When it was over, she was cloudy again, but Matt allowed it this time. "I think we've made a breakthrough. Now that

that's

settled, I guess I should work lower..."

This threat was a clear shock to Laila's system, and the cloudiness went away very quickly. "Master,

please

! I believe you! I

believe

you!"

"I don't know..." Matt pondered outloud. "I want to be very sure this isn't a problem..."

"I'm your sexy bitch, Master!" Laila pleaded. "I'm your sexy, kinky, little slut of a bitch!"

Matt couldn't hold in his laughter anymore and he softly caressed her cheek before giving her a gentle peck on the lips. "Just because I wanted a very specific body type on the night Mara pounced on me doesn't mean that's my only ideal. I like a lot of different body types. I find you just as mouthwatering as I find Mara and Teri. You

are

my sexy bitch."

Laila looked away as her cheeks began to blush again. "W...why didn't you just say that to begin with?"

"Because you clearly needed to be put in your place." Matt grinned darkly. "How

dare

you doubt me like that? How dare you doubt yourself?"

"...sorry, Master..."

"Also, I just like making you squirm and I was curious if the nipple clit thing would actually work." Matt added with a shrug.

Laila's eyes narrowed into a playful glare. "Master... I have half a mind-"

"To what?" Matt chuckled. "What can you possibly threaten me with?" But his smile turned into a look of intrigue as Laila bit her bottom lip. "Oh shit... You're not bluffing. You

do

have a bullet cocked in there, huh? Now I'm curious. Let me have it."

Laila let out a giggle and launched herself at Matt, pulling him into a kiss before ending it with a smile. "I love you too, Master."

Matt's eyes bulged as Laila coyly bat her eyelashes at him. "...you little bitch..." He'd been trying to find the right time to say it, but between sexy dances and nipple clits there just wasn't a time that was sweet and tender long enough for the effect that he wanted.

"It was so obvious, Master." Laila smiled. "For future reference, when you secretly want to tell someone about an emotion, it's probably a good idea to make sure they can't

feel

that emotion. Nor the anticipation of telling them about said emotion for that matter."

Matt couldn't remember a time when he wanted to facepalm more. Of

course

Laila would have felt all that.

"I could also feel that you already told Mara..." Laila stated coldly. "In the interest of calling you on treating us equally-"

"I know, I know." Matt groaned. "I should have told you all at once."

"Well... yes..." Laila began, "...but what I was going to say was once you realized you needed to tell us personally, you should have told Teriana before me. You're telling us that you love us in the same order that you prefer us in."

Matt paused for a moment as Laila's words sunk in. "....FUCK! Why is this so hard to get right?!"

"There's a reason everyone else only has one familiar, Master." Laila replied, giving Matt a tender pat on the cheek. "You're trying to split your affections equally when they weren't equal to begin with. It's going to be tricky."

"Heh. You know what Mara said yesterday?" Matt chuckled.

Laila raised a skeptical eyebrow. "That you should just keep giving her special treatment?"

"Well... yeah..." Matt admitted. "Though she did also say that you would try that play as well."

"Well,

now

I can't." Laila rolled her eyes. "Though I will say that I've known you the longest and literally left Heaven for you... Should you want to take that sort of thing into consideration..."

"I want all three of you to be equal." Matt said, playfully poking Laila's nose.

"Then logically wouldn't-?"

"I have to give you all preferential treatment to make up for giving it to Mara?" Matt interrupted with a puckish grin. "She said that one too."

"That bitch..." Laila pouted again.

"While I do get that logic, I'm not going to try to fix a fuck-up by doing two more deliberate fuck-ups." Matt stated, reaching out to run his fingers through Laila's hair. His smile widened as even through her slight irritation, she still responded to the affection by nuzzling against his petting. "That wasn't the point I was trying to make, by the way. She said something else that I found really interesting."

"Mmm?" Laila lazily queried, clearly enjoying the intimacy.

"She basically implied that Teri is my pet and my fuck toy..."

Laila shook slightly with her laughter. "Overly simplistic but not entirely wrong... And me?"

"My friend and my fucktoy..."

"Aaaaah..." Laila nodded. "Which would make Mara all three. And therefore most deserving of your attention."

"I don't like the implication that I don't see Teri as a friend..." Matt muttered.

"Oh Master... I love that

that

is what bothered you about our roles." Laila let out a small giggle. "Just make up for it on her day. Isn't this literally the reason for them?"

"I guess you're right." Matt sighed. "I guess that means that I need invest in a leash for you."

"Wait,

what

?" Laila's head shot up.

"In the sake of fairness, I have to make you my pet." Matt shrugged, offering his hand. "Paw!"

Laila whimpered as she obediently placed her hand into Matt's, even going as far as to make it a small fist, as is to be more like a paw.

Matt raised an eyebrow, a smirk slowly forming on his lips. "That was a lot easier than I was expecting..."

"Master... do realize that you

literally

just finished punishing me for misbehaving..." Laila murmured, looking away.

"Fair point." Matt chuckled. "Speak!"

"Arf!" Laila barked, another wave of shame coming over her.

A surge of sadism filled Matt up as his eyes narrowed. "Roll over!" Once again Laila followed the order, immediately rolling over on the floor and this time sitting up on her hands and knees when the act was done. The fact that she was doing all of this in such a revealing bikini was exciting Matt more than he cared to admit.

"...Master..." Laila whimpered, her eyes welling up slightly and her breathing visibly accelerating.

"You are

really

enjoying this." Matt chuckled.

"I'm n-" Laila began to protest but stopped at the eager look Matt flashed her back. She came

this

close to telling a lie. "Master...this is

very

humiliating..."

"You're right." Matt smiled, tenderly petting Laila's head. "It won't be today but I might have to make a whole day out of this. Just have you on your hands and knees being my puppy. Would you like that?"

Laila looked away as her cheeks burned. "No comment..."

Matt threw back his head in a loud booming laugh before he found himself distracted by Laila's feelings. Sure, she was very embarrassed and her arousal shooting up because of that embarrassment was having its usual perpetual motion machine effect, but there was something else...

Laila noticed Matt's scrutinizing expression and let out a sigh, her cheeks visibly turning redder. "...um... familiars... we... um... "

"Spit it out." Matt urged, unable to keep himself from teasing the angel further.

"Just like we come with collars... we also... come with... leashes... of a sort... " Laila finally got out.

Matt's eyes bulged at not only the realization but the possibilities, when Laila pulled his hand to her neck and hooked his fingers into her collar. Once they were there, she let go and simply sat up with her hands in her lap, patiently waiting for him to figure it out.

Matt assumed he was supposed to pull, but he'd always been worried about that. Despite having touched the collars multiple times, he'd never pulled at them. There was this instinctive fear that he'd accidentally unlock the collars and end up releasing them. Even if he knew how to collar them again, he knew he'd never put his familiars through that. But Laila's actions clearly demonstrated not only a level of acceptance but of permission.

Exhaling a deep breath, Matt pulled. And to his surprise, there was no resistance. Instead it was as if a mirrored band were almost pulled out of the collar and Matt quickly realized how the leash worked. The band wrapped around his fingers and a mirrored cord extended from the band to the collar. It was very akin to a leash in appearance. The effect was immediate. Laila's wings were released and a swarm of information hit Matt all at once.

He found himself equally intrigued and terrified by the whole thing. Laila was exposed to him in a way that had nothing to do with the skimpy bikini. He could feel her heartbeat. He could hear her thoughts. He could feel her emotions with so much more clarity than their usual link. All of it was under his direct control. It might as well have been a game controller with access to all of her "settings". And as tempting as toying with this new level of power over her was, Matt almost immediately dropped the band, causing it to slowly return back to the collar.

"Holy shit..." Matt gasped. But he immediately felt a huge wave of embarrassment from Laila and not the kind she enjoyed. He was able to quickly put together the problem. He saw her as purely as he would ever see her and he appeared to reject it. Damage control was clearly needed. "Laila?"

"Master...?" Laila murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I know that you're mine. You're mine and I control you, and you're an agent of my will and all that. I still just...like to think that you have a choice in the matter..."

Laila smiled softly as she realized that it wasn't her that he rejected, but the absolute power

over

her. She let out a sigh that was almost condescending. It was borderline. "Master... Since the moment you collared me, you have had that level of control over me. Our soul tie is just the direct line to it. Literally. I trust you with that control, my Master. I trust you with all that I have and all that I am."

"I'm sorry I dropped it like that." Matt apologized, caressing Laila's cheek. "It was... a lot... It surprised me."

"Always so rough with my soul, Master..." Laila purred, gently kissing him.

"I really need to work on that..." Matt muttered to himself, remembering Mara saying something similar. "I'm still getting used to souls not being completely internal things that people can debate upon the existence of."

"Well...normally I enjoy you being rough with mine, so that's understandable." Laila giggled, nuzzling up to Matt again. "Just know that our soul tie is open for you to use, if you do choose to."

Matt could feel that despite Laila's calm demeanor, exposing herself like that had left her somewhat... raw. Leaning in, Matt softly kissed her. She immediately responded to the affection, swinging her leg over to straddle him. The kiss has started out innocently enough, but it began to ramp up very quickly, not in a small matter from the fact that whenever Laila's wings were released, her grace wasn't just an internal power source anymore. He could feel the electric aura of power around her with every touch of her lips and every grip of his hands as he pulled her closer to him. According to Mara, he'd felt like that the entire time she knew him, it had just been at a much lower level, but since he'd been learning how to use magic and focus it, they could all feel the difference. But between Laila's grace, her previous vulnerability, and her current attire, Matt's restraint was clearly a dam about to burst and he growled softly, giving her a verbal warning of what was about to happen if this kept up.