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“Yeah, well, you’re also going to tell me that it was wrong having a priest go down on me, so what does it matter?” She crosses her arms beneath her breasts, pushing them higher, and I imagine how perfectly they’d fit in my palms. “I already told you, if I don’t do this? He harasses me to no end. Considering I left the desk unmanned for a good half hour last night, my boss won’t be too keen on getting an anonymous email from some asshole, with pictures of me posing nude.”
“He has nude pictures of you?”
“He keeps them on hand, in case he needs to use them.”
“This guy’s a piece of work.”
“A piece of shit, is more like it.”
Rubbing my thumb across the palm of my hand to calm the trembles, I try not to imagine another man’s hands all over that suit, marking her with his fingerprints. “I don’t want you to go.”
“Why? Why do you care?” With her breasts still on display, I find the words difficult to form, as I let my eyes wander everywhere she isn’t part of the view.
“I don’t want him touching you.”
She snorts and swipes her jacket up off the floor. “Sorry, Father. You don’t get to call the shots. No deal? No promises from me.” Slipping her arm into the sleeve, she’s ignoring my request, evident when she nabs the keys from the console table beside her.
I lurch forward, stopping short at the thump against my chest where her palm hits. “I don’t want you seeing him tonight.”
“Too bad. I don’t want to deal with the consequences of not going.”
“Did last night mean nothing to you?” I ask through clenched teeth, furious at the idea that I’ve obsessed over this woman all day, while she’s thought nothing of me.
The fire in her green eyes smolders as she stares back at me, into me, damn near through me. “Last night meant everything to me. It’s the first time a man has ever made me feel good doing those things.” Shoulders sagging, she lowers her hand from my chest and takes a step back. “Unfortunately, it was with a priest, so I guess I’m shit out of luck in that respect.”
“And do you enjoy being withhim? Letting him do these things to you?”
“No. I dread every second I spend with him.” The sweep of her tongue across her lips draws my attention to the red of her lipstick, making me wonder how it would look smeared across my dick. “He isn’t you.”
Desires ratcheted and out of control, I push her against the wall behind her as that fragile thread finally snaps, and I accidentally knock over a vase set atop the console.
Ignoring it, she tilts her chin back, jaw hard with pride, and licks her lips. “What are you going to do, Father? Punish me?”
Wearing a brief snarl at the thought, I dip my head and take one of her exposed nipples into my mouth, suckling her breasts with enough fervor that she cries out and her nails dig into my scalp, only goading me on. “Did you touch yourself after?” I rasp against her plump flesh and pinch it between my teeth, inciting another squeal and a jerk of her body.
“All night. All morning. And just before you got here.”
Taking both breasts in hand, I squeeze them together, burying my face in her deep-set cleavage and groaning, before I take the other nipple into my mouth. I’ve no right to be frustrated with her, but I am. I’m jealous of the surrounding walls that bore witness to her climax, and her fingers that brought her to that place without me. “You’re a bad girl, pécheresse. You must repent and accept punishment for these transgressions.” Without giving her a chance to respond, I reach down and unzip the crotch of her suit, listening as each tooth of the zipper unravels my control. Once open, I stare back at her as I run my finger over the bare flesh there, watching her eyes roll back and her lip catch between her teeth.
“Please, Father. Don’t leave me the way you did last time.”
“Will you take your penance, pécheresse?”
She slides down the wall as though struggling to stay upright. “Yes. Yes, I’ll take it. All of it.”
“Good.” Spinning her around puts her cheek to the wall, hands flat at either side of her. I kick her legs apart, widening the gap of the latex suit, and unfasten my belt, along with my slacks, until my painfully hard dick springs free. Staring down at the crack of her ass peeking through the suit, I stroke myself, imagining the head of my cock notched between those inviting cheeks. Reaching around the front of her, I glide my fingers down her seam and up inside, where the warmth and wetness greets me with a promise of what’s to come.
Her little mewling sounds taunt me to continue, and her fingers curl, still planted at either side of her head. “Oh, God, Damon!”
In and out, I pump my fingers, sluicing my skin in her juices. “Already wet, aren’t you? You must’veoverindulged. Tell me, where did you touch yourself last night?”
“In the bathroom. Just before my shower.”
“Then, we’ll go there first.” I grip the back of her neck, guiding her toward the bathroom until we stand at the sink, in front of the mirror. Winding her hair in my fist, I tip her head back, setting my lips to her ear. “Is this where you touched yourself?”
“Yes,” she breathes, looking down her nose at me in the reflection, eyes hooded with lust.
I plunge my fingers into her once again, the sounds of suction on the withdrawal tickling my spine, while I stroke my dick. “I absolve you of your sin.”
