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“You’re late. It’s time to make your confession, Miss Fallon.”
“It is, is it? Have I been bad, Father Gallagher?”
“You know you have, naughty girl. Do you remember what to do?”
“Something about getting on my knees, but then that is the way you love me. Isn’t it, Daddy?”
I had to bite back a groan. I loved it when she called me that, with her taunting tone. “Spoiled brat. I’ve been too lenient with you.”
She snickered. “That would be more believable if it didn’t sound like you approved so much.”
If she could see my cock right now, I wouldn’t be able to disagree with her. “In the booth, Miss Fallon. Tell me your sins.”
“Where to start? There’s been so many since the last time we did this. Pre-marital sex? Pregnancy out of wedlock? Sodomy? Hmm... that last one is a favorite of mine. And yours...”
I sucked in a sharp breath, already palming myself to relieve some of the ache. “Why don’t you begin with your most recent behaviors? Don’t leave out any detail. I need to know it all if I’m to absolve you.”
“Well... I don’t know how much you saw, but earlier I was being fucked by two men at once. Noah took my ass while Alek pounded my cunt. Is that enough detail for you, Father?”
I had to clear my throat. “Go on.”
I could hear her wicked smirk in the words. I loved making her smile, wicked or otherwise. “Actually, the most recent would be in the shower five minutes ago. I touched myself. Made myself come. I had dirty thoughts... about you.”
Fecking hell, I wasn’t going to make it through this. If I hadn’t committed to this scene with her, if I didn’t know how much she loved this, I’d already have had her up against the wall and been buried inside her. Marking her as mine, claiming every part of her.
But this was her night. Ours. So I returned to the role I’d played so well. “You have a filthy fucking mouth, Miss Fallon.”
“You love it.”
Damn right I do. Especially when it’s wrapped around my cock.
“Tell me what you were thinking about.”
“You. Spanking me. That first time.”
Christ.
“Did you like it, then? The feel of my palm on your round arse?”
Her breath hitched. “Yes. Does that make me a bad girl?”
“That depends. Is your cunt wet right now? Touch yourself. Tell me.”
The rustle of fabric told me she was doing exactly as instructed. But even without that clue, her barely audible moan would have given her away.
“Y-yes.”
“How wet?”
“Dripping. I ruined my panties. God, Caleb, I need you.”
Without realizing it, she’d given me the exact opening I needed. Thank fuck. I was about two seconds away from coming in my trousers.
“What you need, Miss Fallon, is to learn some restraint. Clearly you never learned your lesson. So perhaps it bears repeating. Do you have any idea how many rules you’ve broken?”
“R-rules?”
“You were late. You wore knickers, even though I distinctly remember telling you never to wear them with me, and I certainly didn’t leave any out for you. You called me Caleb. You know that name is reserved for when my hands are on you, Miss Fallon. And that’s just the tip of the iceberg. Shall I go on?”
