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“Fate, then. Either way, you’re stuck with me.”
“She’s a cruel bitch.”
“Aye, she is. Now bend over, Miss Fallon.”
Her eyes widened. “What?”
“You heard me. You’ve been bad. Begging me to punish you. Do you think I’d let you get away with insulting me without doing something about it?”
“You’ve always been more talk than action, Priest. You love to start things you can’t finish.”
“Oh, I’m going to finish. It’s you who’ll be left unsatisfied. And I’m not a priest any longer,a stor. I’m a fecking monster.”
“Ah, so you’ve decided to stop lying to yourself. Good, that’s progress. And something we can agree on anyway.” Her words were mocking, dripping with sarcasm. Even though I was the one who called myself a monster, hearing that she thought so too had my stomach churning.
I grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her close as I inhaled her scent. My dick throbbed, begging for release. It had been too long since I’d had her.
“I said... Bend. Over.”
I spun her around and gripped her nape before shoving her so her knees were on the sofa, right where she’d been seated earlier. She didn’t fight; instead she presented her arse for me and gave a soft little whimper as she pressed her chest over the back of the couch.
Leaning forward, I ran my nose along her neck, breathing in deep and pressing my lips to her ear. “I may be a monster, but I amyourmonster. And I am done playing by the rules. If I’m going to burn anyway, I might as well enjoy myself.”
She shivered at my rough whisper. “Prove it, then.”
Ripping the leggings over her arse, I sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of her bare and perfect before me. That pretty pink cunt was already slightly on display, wet and glistening, begging for attention.
“Arch your back. I want to see all of you.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
She did as I commanded, and I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out and tracing her lips, circling her clit once before retreating. Her moan of pleasure brought me back to the task at hand. Punishment. Our most sacred ritual.
I slid my fingers through the silk of her hair at her nape and grabbed a fistful before tugging her head back. “I want you to count. Out loud. If you forget, we start over.” My other hand cracked against her tender skin, and the way she cried out had my balls aching.
“Oh, God... one.”
“I thought you didn’t believe in God, Miss Fallon.” My lips curled up, pleasure and something that felt like peace racing through me. This. This was our communion. The way we always came back to each other. Everything else was noise. But here, we could be ourselves. No lies. Nothing but the truth of us and what we were to each other.
I spanked her again, this time twice in succession, loving the way my hand was imprinted on her pale flesh.
“I can’t hear you, Miss Fallon.”
“T-two... three.” The words were nothing but moans, and her arousal dripped down her thighs.
“Two more. If you’re good.”
She wiggled her hips. “More. I need more.”
I couldn’t stand it. I pulled my cock free of my pants and stroked from base to crown, precum already beaded at the tip, my balls tight and full.
Releasing my length, I brought my palm down soundly against her sweet arse.
“Fou—oh, fuck.”
I didn’t give her a chance to finish saying four before I slapped her dripping center. Just the way she loved. She writhed against my hand, silently begging me for more.
“What was that, darling? I think I missed your count.”
