40. The Worship
CHAPTER FORTY
THE WORSHIP
Sophie
“That’s it. Good girl. Suck .”
Kai’s words reverberate through me, sending a sensation of white-hot heat straight down to my pulsing core. His voice is calm, steady, but there’s an edge to it, like he’s holding back something darker. Something that I’ve desperately wanted to see for months now, since he told me about the kinds of things he likes to do in these scenes.
I hollow my cheeks around him, tongue sliding over the smooth, sensitive head of his cock as he tightens his grip in my hair, holding me just shy of where I know he wants me. His restraint makes me ache. I feel it in the way his thighs tense beneath my hands, in the slight tremble of his breath when I hum around him.
And I definitely feel it when I suction around him, pushing him up against the roof of my mouth and making his whole body shudder.
Behind me, Julian’s eyes burn into every inch of me, following the slow drag of my mouth along Kai’s length. I can feel his gaze lingering where I’m stretched out over the sheets, bare and exposed, every subtle shift of my body on full display.
I pull back slowly, letting my lips drag over Kai’s cock until I’m barely kissing the tip, meeting his gaze as I do. His pupils are blown wide, dark gray swallowing the molten silver flecks in his eyes. There’s something dangerous lurking beneath that calm exterior, and I want to pull it out of him.
“Look at you,” Kai murmurs, brushing his thumb over the corner of my mouth, collecting the moisture gathered there. “So eager to please. Such a good, little servant.”
My skin flushes at the praise, but I can’t ignore the way Julian shifts behind me, the faint rustle of his clothes betraying how much he enjoys watching this.
“Isn’t she?” Kai asks, though his eyes never leave mine. He tilts my chin up, pressing his thumb lightly into the hinge of my jaw. “Our little dove. Always so willing to sin.”
Julian chuckles from behind me, low and rough. “She does love when you take control.”
Kai’s grip tightens, just for a second, before he releases me completely, sitting back against the headboard with an infuriating amount of calm. He strokes his cock lazily, watching as I stay kneeling between his legs, waiting for his next instruction.
The air feels thick, and Julian’s hand brushing my lower back with the pads of his fingers makes anticipation curl low in my stomach.
“On top of me,” Kai says softly, and I obey without hesitation, crawling over him until I’m straddling his lap, his cock pressing hot and heavy against the slick heat between my legs.
His hands drift slowly down my sides, his touch featherlight, making me shiver. When he reaches my hips, he lingers, holding me just above him, not letting me sink down, no matter how much I want to.
“Patience,” Kai whispers. One hand comes to the back of my neck, and he pulls me close to his face. His lips brush the shell of my ear, and the heat of his breath sends a violent shiver down my spine. “Good things come to those who wait.”
Behind me, Julian’s voice is soft but firm. “I don’t think she wants to wait.”
Kai hums, and I swear I see the faintest smirk tug at his lips. “She doesn’t have a choice.”
I start to protest, but the sharp kiss of cool metal against my inner thigh makes the words die on my tongue. My breath hitches as the edge lingers, a tantalizing promise and threat.
“Are you ready for this?” Kai asks, his voice smooth and dark, like velvet over steel. “Because once I start, I won’t stop until you’re begging for more.”
My breath stutters, and my eyes drop down to where Kai holds the blade of his knife against my skin, dragging it slowly, carefully, along the sensitive flesh. The knife catches the dim light, illuminating the intricate gold filigree along the handle and the sharp edge. Near the base of the blade, an elegant R is engraved, the letter gleaming in the faint glow like a mark of authority. Ravage.
The sensation isn’t painful—it’s a delicious sting, just enough to send a surge of heat pooling between my legs.
Julian shifts closer, and I feel his breath on the back of my neck as he watches Kai’s every move.
“Look at her,” Julian murmurs, brushing his lips over the curve of my shoulder as one of his fingers trails down to the arousal dripping down my inner thighs. “So perfect. So fucking wet for you.”
Kai’s eyes darken, his grip tightening around the knife. He presses it just a little harder, enough to leave a faint red line in its wake.
I moan softly, rolling my hips forward to chase the friction, but Kai’s free hand snaps up, gripping my throat and holding me still.
“Not yet,” he growls, his voice dropping lower. “You’ll take what I give you. Nothing more.”
I can feel how hard he is beneath me, and the sight of him—so calm, so in control—makes me lightheaded.
“Say it,” he commands, tightening his hold just enough to make me gasp.
“I’ll take what you give me, my lord,” I whisper, my voice shaking.
Kai’s thumb brushes over the pulse fluttering beneath his hand, and he leans forward, pressing his lips to mine in a slow, bruising kiss.
“That’s right. You will,” he murmurs.
His grip eases, and I can feel the press of the blade again, higher this time, dragging along my waist to the curve of my breast. The faint sting of it makes my head drop back, and I sigh, relishing the sensation.
Julian groans behind me, his hands sliding up my waist, cupping my breasts as Kai’s knife carves another thin red line along the soft swell of one.
“She likes it,” Julian says darkly, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “She always likes it when you hurt her.”
Kai tilts his head, considering me carefully.
“Because she knows she’s safe,” he says quietly, dragging the blade up until the tip rests at the base of my throat.
The metal is cool, but his eyes burn hot.
“She knows I’d never let anything happen to her,” he adds, almost as if he’s reminding himself as much as me.
I nod, letting my hands drift up his chest, fingers curling around the back of his neck.
“I know,” I whisper.
And with that, he lets me sink down onto him in one smooth motion—slow, deliberate—his cock stretching me open until I can’t think of anything except the way he fills me completely.
The knife doesn’t leave my skin.
His other hand rests heavy on my hip, guiding me down inch by inch, like he’s savoring every second of this. And maybe I am too. More than I expected.
The slick heat of him against me—bare, unfiltered—makes the sensation all the more intense. There’s nothing between us this time. No thin barrier, no buffer to dull the friction. I can feel the faint pulse of his cock, the ridges, the raw stretch that leaves me trembling as I take him deeper.
It’s the first time we’ve done this without a condom, and that fact lingers between us like a whispered confession neither of us speaks aloud.
I’m now on the pill. I made the switch to a low-dose birth control last month, partly for this, partly to ease the brutal weight of endometriosis that used to keep me in bed for days. It’s helped—more than I ever thought possible. The pain isn’t constant anymore. There are days I barely remember it’s there at all.
But right now? Right now, I don’t feel like a woman burdened by pain. I feel like a woman worshipped.
The thought of Kai—my steady, unshakable man—filling me like this, nothing separating us, sends a shiver down my spine.
It feels… primal.
His eyes stay locked on mine, dark and burning as I sink lower, the blunt head of his cock pressing so deep it steals my breath.
“Breathe,” Kai murmurs, his lips brushing against my collarbone. “Let me in, little dove.”
I exhale shakily, my fingers curling into his shoulders. His words anchor me as I relax fully, letting gravity pull me flush against his hips.
The knife drags lightly down my ribs, just enough pressure to make me keen.
“Look how well you take it,” he whispers, voice like gravel and silk wrapped into one. “So beautiful like this.”
The praise strikes low in my belly, pooling molten heat between my legs where I’m wrapped tight around him. His cock twitches inside me, like he feels it too—the same unbearable closeness. The same overwhelming ache that comes with knowing there’s nothing separating us anymore.
“You feel that?” he rasps, letting the blade trace the curve of my waist. “Every inch of me inside you. Just you and me. Nothing between us.”
I nod, unable to form words as he grips my hip tighter, holding me still.
For a moment, he doesn’t move.
Neither of us do.
The world shrinks down to the space where our bodies meet, where I’m stretched and trembling around him, where the sharp edge of the knife keeps me on that delicate line between surrender and anticipation.
Kai’s lips press to my temple, the warmth of his breath fanning over my skin.
“This is mine now,” he murmurs.
His hips flex, just a fraction, and I gasp at the molten slide of him inside me—bare, thick, and unrelenting.
Mine.
I hear Julian come behind me, his belt clinking as Kai thrusts up into me— hard.
“Oh fuck,” I whimper, rocking my hips. Kai’s free hand is guiding me, moving me up, back, and down with a hard pull. “Yes,” I hiss. “Just like that.”
The knife comes back up to my throat, and it only enhances the sensation of feeling Kai inside of me. I can hear Julian stroking himself behind me, and as I bend forward to take him, Kai clucks his tongue as the blade presses farther into my neck. I can feel the way Kai controls the pressure of it against my skin—always there, but never dangerous.
I trust him.
“No. Fill her mouth. My little dove is going to recite some Bible passages.”
“Mmm, yes she is,” Julian says, reaching over and handing me the discarded Bible from earlier.
I grip the leather-bound book to my chest as I grind down on Kai, focusing on the feel of his warm length inside of me. It feels… indescribable.
Julian comes around on his knees next to Kai, and I can tell by the frenetic way he’s stroking himself that he’s close.
“Open up, pet.”
I obey without hesitation, parting my lips as Kai watches with quiet authority. Julian’s cock presses against my tongue, heavy and leaking, and I take him fully, hollowing my cheeks as he groans above me.
Thick, hot spurts of cum hit the back of my throat, but I hold it, locking my jaw as the taste of him coats my tongue—salty, bitter, and grounding.
“Fuck,” Julian rasps, shuddering as he slides out of my mouth. “That’s my girl.”
I lift my eyes, but it’s not Julian’s gaze I find.
It’s Kai’s.
There’s a heat in his stare that threatens to unmake me. The sharp edge of his knife glinting faintly in his palm. It drags slowly over my abdomen as his eyes flick to the Bible at my side.
The metal’s edge catches faintly against my skin, not enough to break it, but enough to promise he could.
“Read.” Kai’s voice is both prayer and sin, curling around my ribs as I pull the Bible into my lap with trembling fingers. He shifts beneath me, his cock hard as he pulls out, sliding between the lips of my pussy.
I know he’s close, it’s why he pulled out of me. Despite that, he drags my slick center along his shaft for some much-needed friction.
The soft crackle of the pages fills the silence as I flip through, not even needing to search. It falls open like it’s been waiting for this moment.
Kai hums in approval as he presses the blade flat against the inside of his wrist, the dull side resting just below his pulse.
“Go on.”
It takes me a second to start, because I have to keep my mouth mostly closed so Julian’s cum doesn’t dribble out of my mouth.
“‘Come, let us bow down in worship, let us kneel before the Lord, our Maker.’”
I barely finish the words before Kai leans forward, gripping my chin roughly between his thumb and forefinger. He pulls me in, his lips hovering just shy of mine.
“Is that what you’re doing now?” he whispers, dark and reverent. “Kneeling before your maker?”
“Yes,” I breathe, my body trembling with the weight of it.
The blade drags down the line of my collarbone, and I arch into it, the faintest sting blooming as he presses just enough to prick the surface.
Kai’s gaze burns through me, both punishment and praise.
“Good,” he murmurs. “Because you were made for this. Made to be filled. To take everything I give you.”
I whimper as the knife traces the curve of my breast, his other hand already guiding me over his lap. I have the safe word should I need it, or should this be too intense for me. His cock is hard against my pussy, slick and hot, and he bumps his hips up so that he hits my aching clit.
Kai’s free hand slides up the back of my neck, and his eyes are softer now. “Keep going.”
My lips part slightly to keep from swallowing as I force the next verse from my lips.
“‘For He is our God, and we are the people of His pasture, the flock under His care.’”
I barely make it to the end of the verse before Kai’s hands grip my hips, lifting me effortlessly. His tip slides against my entrance, wet and needy, as he presses inside with slow, aching precision.
“You’re not just kneeling anymore, are you, little dove?” he rasps. “Now you’re letting yourself be filled by your god.”
Kai thrusts up as I read, his cock sinking deeper, stretching me in a way that borders on divine pain and pleasure. The book slips from my trembling hands, landing beside us on the bed as I brace myself against his chest.
“Say it again,” he demands, driving into me harder. His eyes burn with something unholy, something that feels as if it could consume me whole.
I choke out the verse, barely able to focus as his pace quickens, forcing me to ride the line between devotion and debauchery, all the while trying to keep my mouth closed enough.
“‘For He is our God?—’”
The blade presses just under the swell of my breast, teasing but never cutting, as if he’s carving me into something new without ever breaking the skin.
Julian shifts behind me, watching with a faint smirk as his cum still lingers on my tongue.
“Look at her,” Julian murmurs. “Dripping, stretched around you. She looks like she was made to worship, doesn’t she?”
Kai hums in agreement, his fingers trailing over the faint line the knife left along my breast.
“She’s perfect,” Kai breathes. His eyes burn with something unholy, something that feels as if it could consume me whole. “My little dove,” Kai whispers darkly, leaning up to capture my lips.
I sink deep into the kiss, moaning softly as his hips thrust up again. His tongue swirls around mine, tasting Julian. I hear him swallow, and the low, reverberating growl he pours into my mouth sends me buzzing.
“Who do you belong to?” Kai asks, his voice a low rasp. His soft lips graze mine, teasing, as he thrusts deeper, each roll of his hips deliberate, like he’s carving his claim into me with every motion.
His hand presses firmly into the small of my back, forcing me down, anchoring me to him. The other trails the cool metal blade over my left breast. The sharp feel of the knife leaves shallow, stinging lines against my skin, just enough to make me gasp, the dizzying mix of lust and submission flooding every nerve in my body.
“Say it,” he demands, breath fanning over my lips, his eyes dark and unrelenting.
I swallow hard, pulse thundering against the blade. “You, my lord,” I whisper, the words leaving my mouth like a prayer, each syllable trembling.
Kai’s gaze wavers with something dangerous as the knife tilts ever so slightly, dragging up to the center of my chest, stopping just above my heart.
“That’s right,” he growls. His grip on my waist tightens. “Now show me.”
And so I do.
Body trembling, I arch against him, rolling my hips to take him deeper, letting the knife press closer, a sweet edge of pain laced with pleasure. My head tips back, a soft moan escaping as I offer him everything—every inch of skin, every breath, every fractured piece of myself.
His lips find the hollow of my throat, warm and open-mouthed, as he marks me with his tongue, his teeth, his blade.
Piece by reverent piece.
The word falls from my lips before I can stop it, broken but whole.
“Yours.”