"Excellent," Brooklyn says, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Then let us begin." With surprising speed, he spins around, slamming your back against the wall of the alleyway. Before you can react, his hands grip your hips and force your legs apart.

His wings rustle again as he leans in close, blocking out most of the light from the alleyway with their dark, leathery expanse. His hot breath fans across your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "

"Tonight," he whispers, his voice rough with desire, "I'm going to show you what it means to serve... and I think you're going to enjoy it." His tongue darts out, tracing a line along your neck before flicking over your ear.

Without warning, his hand slides between your legs, teasing at the sensitive skin behind your balls. You gasp as pleasure courses through you, and instinctively arch your back, pressing yourself against his touch.

There's a brief flicker of surprise in his eyes at the question, but it quickly vanishes as he nods curtly. "Yes. Swallow every last drop." He pauses, regarding you for a moment before continuing. "Now get out of here and don't let me see your face around here again tonight."

With that final command, he turns on his heel and disappears into the shadows, leaving you alone with your thoughts and your humiliation...and the taste of him still lingering on your tongue.

The figure pauses for a moment, then slowly turns back to face you. In the dim light, his expression is unreadable. "Very well," he says at last, stepping closer once again. "But know this: your punishment has been served. From now on, it will be my duty to teach and guide you...not to humiliate."

He cups your chin gently, tilting your head up so that our eyes meet. "Do you understand?"