Epilogue #4
‘Where’s a fucking headboard when you need one?’ he grumbles. ‘Okay, beautiful. Get on your elbows. Low as you can, and hold on tight, because I need to fuck this pretty little pussy of yours very fucking hard.’
I scramble downwards so my arms are stretched right out in front of me, affording me, hopefully, some purchase. My bottom is high in the air, and I know I’ve just made the angle even deeper.
He runs a hand down the discs of my spine. ‘Fuck, yes. Look at you like this. Look at you giving me all the access.’
I think he means his dick, but then he’s spitting, and a thumb’s rubbing his saliva on my puckered back entrance again. I’ve learnt my lessons.
Don’t argue with this guy.
This feels far better than you thought it would.
And so I breathe and attempt to relax as he pushes his thumb past the tight entrance and all the way in.
‘Fuck, you are so fucking sexy,’ he rasps.
With his other hand gripping my hip, he begins to move.
He pulls almost all the way out in a slow, excruciating drag before driving back in, hard.
The slam of his crown deep inside me and the slap of his balls against my skin has me emitting a low, primal sound that’s possibly more akin to a cow in labour than a woman in the throes of an orgasm, but I don’t care.
‘Look at you,’ he says, slamming into me again.
I moan and twist my head, rubbing my forehead against the sheets.
‘You take it so well.’
Slam.
‘Your holes are so fucking perfect. They were made for me.’
Slam. His thumb twists.
Oh, God. The sounds I’m making now are desperate. Wanton. All I know is he’s hitting a place inside me in a way that has a new ache building, building, seeking release.
‘Harder,’ I plead into the sheets. They’re chafing my nipples in this position, and it feels wonderful.
‘Harder what?’
‘Harder, please, Your Grace.’
‘That’s more like it,’ he says, pulling out and driving in harder. My entire body jolts along the bed a little.
‘I’ve never wanted to fuck anybody this hard,’ he growls. ‘You make me crazy. I’m going to fuck you right off this bed. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?’
‘Yes,’ I mutter through my hair. My world has shrunk to that magical thing his dick is doing to my front wall, to the mysterious ache only he can make better.
‘If you think I’m letting you go after this, you’re mistaken,’ he says. His hand moves up my side, squeezing my waist before returning to grip my hip so he can ram into me hard. I take it, I push back, I soak up every single sensation he’s giving me like the greedy, damned little whore I am.
‘No more priests, Belina,’ he warns. ‘I don’t want another man touching you after this, you hear?’
‘Mmm,’ I answer, because all I want is for this man to order me about like this and touch me like this and fuck me like this and make me feel like this for the rest of my days.
‘No. One. Else.’ He slams into me again and again, and I groan loudly, clawing desperately at the sheets with my outstretched fingers.
‘Tell me you understand.’ Slam.
‘I understand,’ I shudder out. Oh my God. Oh my God. I’m so close. I’m sweating profusely, I’m drooling against the sheet, and the lower half of my body may not survive this final detonation.
‘You’re mine,’ he tells me hoarsely. He no more has the power of speech than I do in this moment.
‘I’m yours,’ I promise, right before the ache explodes and my entire being vaporises into pure white light.
* * *
BELLE
‘Mmph,’ I say, my lips moving against warm skin. ‘Gottaughschmot.’
The warm skin vibrates as a chuckle echoes right next to my ear. It may just be the best sound I’ve ever heard.
‘Jesus Christ,’ says the bishop, who I’m reasonably sure is also Rafe, the love of my life. ‘I’ve never seen you crash so hard before. You must be deep in subspace, baby.’
‘Lurveleshff,’ I agree.
He shakes with laughter again, and that laughter vibrates through the arms holding me, the leg thrown over mine, and the chest I’m currently using as a pillow.
‘Poor baby,’ he says. A kiss is pressed to the top of my head, and I snuggle into the warmth of his body like a cat. There’s something soft and cosy over us, but I’m too tired to open my eyes and see where we are.
I can kiss him, though. I’ll never have too little energy to do that. I press my lips to the smattering of hair on his chest, soaking up the unique, intoxicating scent of his skin. ‘Luvoo,’ I manage.
‘I love you.’ He squeezes me tighter. ‘Just take your time. We’ve got all night. I’ll run you a bath shortly.’
‘Mmm.’ A bath sounds good. I’m sleepy, but in a delicious way. My body feels sore, well-used, but at the same time, I’m more relaxed, my muscles floppier, than I can ever remember them being. I close my eyes and enjoy being snuggled by my boyfriend for a few more minutes.
As consciousness ebbs and flows around me, the veil starts to clear. ‘Where are the priests?’ I ask Rafe’s chest, and this time they sound like actual words.
‘Three earth-shattering orgasms and you want to know where the fucking priests are?’ he asks. ‘Unbelievable.’
I giggle. ‘No, I mean—I feel bad. It can’t have been much fun for them.’
‘Baby, that was the hottest foreplay they’ve ever had in their lives.’
‘But you can’t just work your members up like that and not deliver,’ I protest. ‘You’ll have no members left if you keep that up.’
He chuckles again. ‘There’s another scene going on down the hall. Twelve so-called virgins. Those guys went straight from here to there—they must have been like wild animals.’
‘Good,’ I say. ‘They did a great job.’
He pinches my upper arm, and I yelp.
‘No more priests, remember, Sister Belina?’ he asks in his ominous and horribly arousing bishop voice. He lowers his mouth back to my ear and intones, ‘You are mine. All mine.’
‘Don’t worry,’ I tell him. ‘I didn’t pass out that badly. I remember. I’m yours.’ I wrap my arms around him more tightly and begin to giggle. ‘Crap. I cannot believe I just did that.’
‘I can,’ he says.
‘I knew you were dodgy, but holy hell. You’re definitely the devil.’
‘Excuse me. You were the one who concocted that whole scene, remember? After your massage. I must send the masseuse a thank you gift.’
I mean, he’s right. I came up with every last filthy detail, and my morally dubious, enabling, loving boyfriend helped me put it into action.
‘Did you enjoy it?’ he asks. ‘Was it everything you wanted it to be?’
‘It was more,’ I tell him, and it really was. It was stupendous. Quite literally mind-blowingly hot. ‘You all did such a great job. I was so immersed—I was Belina.’ I stretch luxuriantly in his arms. ‘Can we play that every night?’
‘No more priests,’ he hisses in my ear, and I laugh.
‘I meant just Sister Belina and her sexy, bad-boy bishop.’
‘Any time, sweetheart. It was hot as fuck seeing you like that. I swear I’ve never been so turned on in my life. And you give good head, for a nun.’
I roll my eyes against his chest. ‘I’m rolling my eyes,’ I tell him.
‘Of course you are. But seriously. It doesn’t have to be adieu. It was epic, seeing you like that.’
‘No, no.’ I shake my head. ‘That was something I wanted to do—I needed to prove to myself I could do it, and I did it for my old self, who never allowed herself to disregard everyone else’s voice and just do what felt good for her.
But seriously, I’m not sure I could survive another round like that.
You know how we were always told we’d go blind if we masturbated?
Well, I feel like one more orgasm and I might actually have gone blind. My body would have short-circuited.’
Around me, Rafe’s entire body shakes with laughter. ‘That wouldn’t be good.’
‘No.’ I rub my cheek against his chest.
‘So it’s just you and me?’ he asks.
I pull on every ounce of strength I have to ease myself up onto one chafed elbow and look into his beautiful brown eyes.
‘It’s just you and me.’ I glance around at the room, its hundreds of candles and the scent of wax and incense exuding an atmosphere so timely, so evocative, it makes me shiver.
The Alchemy team surpassed itself for my Adieu.
‘That doesn’t mean we can’t come back here and have fun, or do scenes like this again, just the two of us. Right?’
‘Right,’ he agrees. His face is serious. His dark eyes blaze with love and admiration, and I see possession there too.
‘I don’t want anyone else,’ I say. ‘Tonight was incredible, but the only man I want between my legs is my hot bishop.’
He laughs and kisses me. ‘Spoken like a true bride of Christ.’
‘Let’s have a bath,’ I say, ‘and then take me back to your bishop’s palace.’
He shakes his head at me in mock exasperation. ‘Let’s get you cleaned up, Sister Belina. Then back to the palace we shall go.’
THE END