Castiel couldn't see a damn thing. he tried to, tried peering through the cloth and trying to see what Meg was doing with his arms.
it wasn't until he felt a warm liquid and her hands drag down his arms that he realized she'd handcuffed him to the bed rail, sliding from his upper chest to rest her as on his stomach.
"Was this necessary?" he muttered, feeling his vessel twitch at her touch.
"Last time we tried you pissed me off. I figured going this route would keep you quiet."
He shuddered as he felt the holy oil dribble down his arms, weakening his Grace and forcing him to feel weak and powerless.
He wished he could see her, see her do whatever she was doing, mostly because he felt the absence of her weight and her presence, and he was almost sure she'd left him there again.
Until he felt her hands snake up his thighs. He felt his cock rise as she slowly trailed up, nails cutting small ruts in his skin and filling with tiny rivers of blood. He moaned when he brushed his hip bones, wanting so bad to grab her hair and tangle his fingers in her blond strands.
She felt her press a kiss to the top of his organ, scratching at the skin with a nail and feeling his legs try and pull her close.
"Having fun, Clarence?" she asked and he shivered.
"Am I supposed to be?"
She gave a low laugh and pressed her lips down again, feeling him raise his hips to her and try to get her to taste him.
"Was the point of this…to tease?" he breathed, struggling with the cuffs now and still frustrated at not being able to see her.
"Some of it," she replied. "Be patient."
His grace cracked under his skin and she dragged down his hips, just to to head of his dick and shoved him in her mouth.
He moaned at the sensation; somehow not being able to see her making it harder to hold it in when she began to move up and down his organ.
Her hands went from his abdominal to his thighs, representative strokes making Castiel roll his head back and shut his eyes under the blindfold, squeezing them shut and gritting his teeth at her movements.
He was still struggling, still using whatever grace he had left to break free and grab her, but he remained put, crying out a muffled scream as she shoved him further down.
She suddenly removed from him with an audible pop, licking her lips and watching him breathe harder. As if she knew, she watched him orgasm with a tilt of her head.
"It's so fun to see you so broke, Cas," she mused when he attempted to settle down. "It's like watching a one winged bird try and fly."
She crawled up his body, kissing his lips and she was amused at how sweaty and sticky he already was.
"Meg…please."
"Please what?"
"Remove the blind fold."
"Do it yourself."
"I can't."
With a sigh she rolled the cloth from his face, amazed at how dilated his eyes still were even after the light had entered his pupils.
"Cas, Cas, Cas," she purred. "Aren't you a sight."
"Please."
"Say it."
"I find it extremely inappropriate."
"Say it. Or horny angel gets to shut up instead of put up."
He let out a grunt. "Fuck me, my queen."
She smirked, tugging on the metal cuffs above his head and he shuddered at their looseness. "Again."
"Please, fuck me."
"Such a good little soldier."