Seduction - Chapter 16
Sunday
I screamed at the top of my lungs. I was still all jittery from when I thought someone was trespassing.
James ignored my scream and lifted me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“You’re such a liar,” I said. God. Matt and Tanner did know. Noooooo. I would have slapped James’ perfect butt, but my arms were locked in place and I couldn’t see a damn thing.
“I was just trying to calm you down,” James said. “Tonight is supposed to be erotic. And you seemed a little…tense.”
“Would you please put me down and take off this bag?”
“I can do one of those things.” He laid me down on something cold and hard. And then I felt metal surround my wrist.
I heard the click of a handcuff. “Bee said to use silk instead of metal.”
“So you talked to Bee about this but you’re horrified that I talked to Matt and Tanner?”
“Yes.” I knew I was a hypocrite, but that’s just how my mind worked.
“You know, Penny.” He grabbed my other wrist and shackled it. “You act like no one knows we have sex. But my baby is inside of you.”
I swallowed hard. “I know people know we have sex.” I tried to move my arms but quickly realized that these weren’t handcuffs at all. I couldn’t move even an inch. It was like these were bolted down to the sex altar thing. “But they probably assume we have normal sex. Not whatever this is.”
“No, I don’t think so. A sweet girl like you? Everyone knows you’re kinky as hell.”
Do they? Am I? I closed my eyes even though there was a bag on my head covering my face.
Fine. It wasn’t like this was the first time we’d used restraints and toys and stuff.
And just because Bee didn’t like the feeling of metal digging into her skin?
I kind of liked it. I especially liked these.
Usually with handcuffs you could wiggle around a bit.
But these restraints had me completely at his mercy.
“The last time I restrained you, I remember you begging me to fuck you harder.” He put his hand on the side of my throat. “And when I spank you, you thrust your ass out farther so I can spank you again.”
God, I was getting wet just thinking about him spanking me.
“So don’t pretend for a second that you’re not excited about this.” He grabbed the front of my strapless dress and pulled it down.
I felt my nipples harden from the cold.
“Or that you don’t secretly love the idea of my friends knowing what I’m about to do to you. Because they know. They’re probably picturing it right now. Wishing they were me.” He grabbed my exposed breasts and I moaned.
He chuckled and removed his hands. “This is going to be fun.”
“This is completely inappropriate, James. Our baby is going to sleep here.”
“So it’s only appropriate that we christen this room now instead of later, don’t you think?”
Well, he had a point there. It was better that we fucked in here now instead of when the baby was born. “Fine, but we’re not keeping the walls black.” Our baby would not be sleeping in a sex dungeon.
James laughed. “Of course not. But before we paint it whatever blue you decide on, we’re going to make the most of this room.”
“This sex dungeon.”
“If that’s what you want to call it,” he said. He pulled my dress lower and I heard the fabric rip. Yeah, there was no way he was getting that over my pregnant belly or hips.
“Did you just rip my dress?”
He didn’t respond, but he grabbed my ankle and cuffed it into something just like he had with my wrists.
“James, just unshackle me so I can get undressed.”
“That won’t be necessary.” He grabbed my other ankle and shackled it. “Your dress was strapless and you weren’t wearing a bra.” He grabbed the sides of my thong and ripped the material off. “You’re already naked, baby.”
“Stop ripping my clothes!”
“Don’t make me put a gag in your mouth.”
Would he? I pressed my lips together. And more importantly...would I like it?
“Good girl,” he said.
I’d barely gotten a good look at the nursery sex dungeon, but there must have been speakers put in, because suddenly we were surrounded by the sounds of mumbled chants. It wasn’t sexy. It was creepy. “James, what the hell is that?”
“Worshippers. We’re in a temple. You grew up going to a Catholic church. Don’t tell me you never thought about your priest taking you into a confessional booth and having his way with you.”
“The priests at my church were old and bald.”
“Hmm. Well, imagine if one of them looked like me. Would you have pictured it then?”
Of course I would have.
It’s like he knew what I was thinking. Because even though I didn’t respond, he lightly brushed a finger against my clit. “Imagine me eye-fucking you from the altar.”
I swallowed hard.
“Waiting till I could get you alone for a moment after the sermon.” His thumb slid lower, brushing against my wetness.
Mmm.
“I think you’d linger in the pew once everyone left. Hoping we’d have a moment alone.”
His thumb slid inside of me, his fingers digging into my ass cheek. “I think you would have dreamt of what we’d do if we were ever alone, without a whole congregation watching our every move. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes.” My voice came out breathless and weird. But I could picture it. I could envision him up there, completely forbidden. I just wanted one taste. Was that how he’d pictured me when I was his student? Like I was forbidden fruit? Just one little taste.
“Could you imagine the rumors that would spread if we started an affair? A priest taking advantage of one of his flock? It’s sinful.” He slowly circled his thumb inside of me.
Jesus. I would have moved, but the restraints kept me spread eagle on the table.
“Well, it never would have happened. Because we can’t be alone.” His thumb fell from my skin.
Wait, what?
“So I just invited you up here during a normal sermon.” He turned up the sounds of chanting. “And I don’t give a fuck what anyone says. I’m going to worship your body like you’re my one and only goddess. And everyone’s going to watch.”
I could actually picture the altar at my church.
The hundreds of people in the pews. The chants growing louder.
I’d never considered my church erotic. It was rather boring and dull.
But picturing it now while I was spread out on this altar and James was saying sinful things to me?
I’d never pictured anything sexier in my life.
“Open your mouth, baby.” His thumb pulled down my lip as I obliged. “Suck,” he said.
I expected him to shove his cock in my mouth, but instead he slipped in something small and rubbery. Some kind of toy, I think.
He pulled it out of my mouth. I was just about to ask him what it was, when something burning hot hit my skin.
I screamed out, but my scream died in my throat when James slid his finger back inside of my wetness.
No, not his finger. Because it was vibrating like crazy.
It must have been the toy I’d just sucked on.
Holy shit. I swore my back would have arched if I could move.
Instead, the metal bit into my skin as I tried to move.
“Let’s see how many sins we can commit tonight, baby.”
I felt more hot liquid drip between my breasts. That must have been the hot wax that Bee mentioned. It definitely burned, but it wasn’t as painful as I thought it would be. Probably because the toy inside of me and James gently kissing my breasts had me on the verge of coming.
But it was like he knew I was about to cum, because I felt his finger slide in next to the toy and the vibrations suddenly slowed down.
I moaned.
“Did you think I was going to let you come that quickly? I’ve been dreaming about this moment for months. It’ll be my cock that will have you screaming. Do you understand me?”
God, I loved when he used that commanding tone with me. I nodded and then screamed again when he poured more hot wax on my skin. This time on my inner thigh. It dipped dangerously close to where his finger had just been.
He wouldn’t pour it there, would he?
He kissed my inner thigh, tracing the path of the wax with his lips. “Baby,” he groaned. “You’re soaked.”
I knew that.
“You’re dripping on the altar. Everyone can see it.”
I clenched around the toy. God, I needed to come. “Please,” I moaned.
“You love that everyone is watching.” His breath was hot against my skin. “Tell me you can’t wait for everyone to see me bury my cock in your tight pussy.”
“James…”
His finger slipped in beside the toy again. For a second it started buzzing faster. But then it slowed down even more. To barely vibrating.
I wanted to cry. I was so fucking close.
I felt his hot breath on my skin, skipping over my aching pussy. Past my stomach. He paused between my breasts. And then his tongue slowly swirled around one of my hard nipples.
“Someone in the front pew just pulled out his cock,” James whispered. “He’s hard for you. He’s wishing he was up here feasting on your body.”
I whimpered. This roleplay was twisted. And I fucking loved it.
“Someone else is jerking off watching you. Do you like that? That you’re making other people sin?”
“Yes.”
“A woman just spread her legs in the pew to the left. Her fingers are trailing up her leg as she watches you squirm. Do you think it’s me she wants?” His tongue slowly swirled around my nipple again. “Or do you think she wishes she was me?”
Yup, this was definitely twisted. And I could picture it all perfectly. A woman in the pew staring at us. Her fingers pulsing inside of her. How badly I wished I could touch myself right now. The low vibrations of the toy and James’ words were driving me mad.
“I think she’s imagining her tongue swirling around your nipple instead of mine. I think she’s wishing it was your tongue sliding into her pussy instead of her own fingers. I think she wishes she was the one about to fuck you.” He lightly bit down on my nipple.
I moaned.
“Sinner.”
I didn’t know if he was talking about me or the fake woman in the pew. But I was right there with him. Picturing the people watching us. Loving this. Wanting to be us and with us.