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My hands hit the cool stone, scraping on the ancient floor as I moved forward. My vision only the bottom of his cassock, moving as he shifted his stance. I stopped at his feet, not daring to look into his eyes. The temptation to see the monster there great, but I still clung to the worry he’d flee. But it wouldn’t stop me from doing all in my power to coax the monster out of where Anthony had buried him.
My Monster.
He hooked a finger between my lips, forcing my face up, spitting into my mouth. A smile spread over my lips, filthy. Just like I remembered him.
“I won’t hold back. I can’t.” His cadence came tense. “Once I release my hold on him, there is no telling what he will do.”
“I want all that you are.”
His eyes squeezed shut, jaw flexed. “Be sure, lamb. Be entirely sure you know what you do.”
“Please.” I uttered the word like a prayer.
His fingers worked open buttons at the waist of his cassock in quick time, while his fingers hooked behind my teeth. He opened his belt and forced his cock down my throat. Savage and unforgiving, fingers still in my mouth, while his free hand grasped my face. I opened my throat and took it. This wasn’t for pleasure. For him or me. This was possession. To drive his point home. His tip hit the back of my throat, his pelvis abused my lips. They’d bruise. Every movement screamed aggression, but his gaze told a different story. His eyes filled with adoration, and I would have let him do a hundred times worse for one of those looks.
My lungs burned, and my vision started to narrow, and still he took my throat without reprieve. Without warning he slowed, changing from deep strokes to fully buried. He ground his pelvis into my face, balls heavy. This brought about his moans, taking pleasure from it at last.
I smirked around him.
He withdrew without a word.
Void. Vacant. Abandoned.
Leaving me coughing and sputtering on the ground, trying to regain my breath. I heaved, nearly collapsing.
I sat on my heels when my lungs stopped burning, and my vision returned, searching for him. He was nowhere in sight. I pushed to my feet to find him behind the altar. He stripped off his garments one by one, folding them before setting them aside with reverence, stripped down to his undershirt, collar and slacks. Belt still open but cock tucked back into his black boxers.
I whimpered, crossing the space. “Here?”
He nodded. “If I’m destined for eternal damnation, I’m going to earn it.”
“How do you want me?”
“Exalted.” The sneer to his lips told me more than the word. He fingered the collar.
“Let me?” I stepped around the altar.
His hand dropped away. I removed the collar, and then when he didn’t stop me, the shirt, but when my hands went to the waistline of his slacks, he stopped me, spinning me around. He ripped my slacks down to my ankles. I squirmed, having pictured this particular violation since we were teenagers. The fantasy had morphed over the years, and I never imagined it would be bent over an altar, but I wouldn’t rebuke it. This was his God, not mine.
“Hands behind your back.”
I obliged, offering my wrists.
He looped the belt around them, pulling it tight as he forced a hand into the center of my back, making me bend. He poured something down my split while fingers found my hole warm and slick. I twisted, curiosity getting the better of me. Where had he come up with lube in this place? I expected to be fucked half dry with saliva.
Chrism oil.
“Isn’t that…” My mouth hung open.
“I don’t want to wreck you. Not yet. What use would you be for me later if I destroyed your hole on the first go?”
I whimpered. “Are you going to use me a lot?”
“One time won’t sate the monster, little lamb. You are mine tonight. You can choose to leave in the morning, but I’m not letting you out of here until then.”
My body shuddered with the promise, high on anticipation. Rough fingers entered me. He used the belt to pull me onto them, fucking me deep.
Burning, filling, stretching.
