Chapter 22
Grace
Milly stands in full physical form, glowing softly in her ethereal radiance.
She’s wearing a button-up vest over a white, collared, long-sleeve shirt and tie; the tie matches her golden eyes.
The vest is a warm emerald green, bringing out the rich red of her curls.
My eyes trail down to the ankle-length, black skirt that flows around her as she walks toward me in her heeled leather boots. I forget everything as I take her in.
She takes my breath away in ways I’d never imagined, removing all of the fear in my body quickly and replacing it with a rush of lust. I’ll never tire of her surprising me.
Milly smirks at me as she saunters over.
“My, oh my… I cannot deny, the sight of you bound like that is a rather intoxicating image,” she purrs, her finger tracing along my jawline.
I tremble under her touch. “I distinctly recall warning you to be careful, Shadow.” She raises an eyebrow at me, and I flush at her intensity.
“Would it help to know that this was all accidental?” I try to shrug as she smirks at my weak excuse.
“How did you get in here?” Josie shouts over at us, alarmed.
I roll my eyes and lean over to the side to glare at her for interrupting my moment with Milly.
Milly turns over her shoulder and appraises Jocelyn. “Miss Jocelyn Brown, what a predicament you are in as well.”
Josie lifts her nose at her. “How do you even know my name?” She frantically looks between both of us.
Milly clicks her tongue in a scolding action as she returns her gaze to mine, moving the hair that has fallen out of my bun behind my ear. “How could I not know who the daughter of the esteemed Priest Brown is? Really, the man did murder me, after all.”
Josie’s jaw opens and closes like a gaping bass out of water. “No–no, he didn’t murder anyone. He’s a prestigious priest. He follows God’s word. You’re not dead, you’re physically right here,” she protests.
Milly rolls her eyes and leans down to kiss my cheek before vanishing. She reappears suddenly in front of Josie, causing her to scream in surprise.
“How—”
“Be silent, foolish girl. You know full well what your father has done, things you have been a part of. You can no longer hide behind innocence—your sins are catching up to you.” She smiles viciously at Josie.
Josie starts to cry harder again, shaking her head in denial. “You can’t be here, though. You had to have moved on to Hell. Heaven and Hell, that’s where we all end up. How—”
“Oh, I assure you—I am dead. I am a victim of the rituals, and this has been my hell.”
Josie’s eyes bulge at the realization, and she starts to thrash against the bindings that do not give.
“Please! Someone help me! I don’t belong here!
Please!” She starts to scream as Milly unties her necktie.
She prowls over Josie, shoving the length of the tie around her mouth and tying it around her head in a tight knot.
Josie thrashes as her sobs and screams become muffled, garbled sounds.
“Mm. Much better.” Milly turns her back on the writhing Josie, smiling at me. She starts to unbutton the top of her collared shirt, her breasts beginning to spill over the vest. I swallow as I find myself pulling against my restraints.
“I’ve heard you are here in need of cleansing, my shadow.
” She straddles my lap as Josie’s groans intensify, but remain quieter than her high-pitched screams. I smile as I feel her cool, thick thighs lie on top of mine.
Heat rushes to me in response to her body as I lean my head back to look into her eyes.
“You’re driving me crazy, Milly. But shouldn’t we be working on escaping?” I force myself to stutter out. Yay me for being responsible in this life-or-death situation.
She continues unbuttoning her collared shirt until she reaches the waist of her vest, where the buttons begin.
Her breasts lay heavily in a white lace bra against the cinch of the vest, teasing me as my mouth waters.
The pink of her nipples shows through the lace, hardening into tight peaks.
I soon realize that I’ve been staring at them for far too long.
I shoot my gaze back up to Milly’s eyes, her smile a full grin. “Milly,” I start to question what she’s up to when she starts to rock her hips over mine, gently pressing her breasts into my face at the same time. I bite my lip as I glance back and forth from her eyes to her chest.
“Why don’t we cleanse you now, my shadow? Here, in this confessional with a witness. Tell me, tell her—how does my dew wash away your sins?”
I can’t hold back the moan that slips between my lips at her words.
They ignite me as I start to feel my clit throb.
I lift my hips, desperate to feel her friction against me.
“Please, wash away my sins. Please,” I whimper, leaning forward into her breasts as they brush against my face, my tongue tracing along the lace.
“Say my name,” she breathes out, head rocking backwards in pleasure.
“Milly. Milly, please cleanse me with your touch,” I pant.
“Good girl, Grace,” she murmurs with warmth as she places her hands through my hair. She pulls my head back slightly as I fight against the pressure to get to her again.
I manage to flick one of her peaks with my tongue as she lets out a melody of moans. I groan at the response of her body, her nipple hardening even further against the flick. She releases some of the pressure and pushes my face closer once more to her breasts.
“Thank fuck,” I mutter as I close my mouth around the material on her nipple and bounce my movements between sucking and nibbling as she adjusts her position. Her thighs now straddle one of mine as she drops her weight, rocking roughly against my leg.
“Yes, Grace…God, yes,” she whimpers as I continue to tease her plump breast. I suck on her nipple and release it with a loud pop, panting as I stare into her eyes. She halts her motion as she smiles softly at me.
“Give me more of you, Milly. Please, get me out of here. Let me touch you, please let me make you feel good,” I whine as I pull against the restraints once again, ignoring the slicing pain of the metal on my raw wrists.
Her smile turns feline as she continues her motion of rubbing herself harder against my leg. I can already feel how soaked she is.
“Fuck. Use me, Milly,” I moan, watching her eyes roll at the movement. She pants at the words, but abruptly quiets. A mischievous glint dances in her eyes.
“Let me anoint you with my waters.”
“What—” I start to say as she kneels up, lifting her pussy away from my leg.
She floats up, using her feet to gently push my legs together before placing them on the seat's sides.
She looks down at me as she starts to lift her skirt, and I find myself holding my breath.
She continues to tease the motion as her thigh-high tights lead to garter belts firmly squeezing the skin of her thighs.
“Milly, you’re killing me,” I groan in desperation. The urge to squeeze her thighs open and trace the freckles scattered along her legs with my tongue becomes too much to bear.
“You will not die on my watch. But let’s let Josie hear the symphony of sounds I make, as I bathe your soul in redemption.
” I ignore Josie’s muffled protests as she watches with wide eyes.
Stupid. The bitch could close her eyes, but part of me thinks she wants to watch. Let her watch what she’ll never have.
I look back to Milly standing over me as she pulls the rest of her skirt up above her hips, baring her perfect pussy.
“No panties?” I ask as I stare up at my blessing.
She giggles softly. “Just for you, Shadow.”
I glance up at her eyes and smile. I look back down and gaze into the glassy sheen on her lips. She’s fucking soaked for me, all because of me. I rub my thighs together, desperate for friction as I feel my own body throb with need.
She brings one of her hands down and places her middle finger through her lips, moaning softly as she parts them. She starts to delicately rub her fingers back and forth along her seam, closing her eyes as she strokes herself.
“Please, Milly,” I pant and beg, desperate to touch her…to taste her.
She brings one leg up, placing it over my shoulder and the back of the chair. Using one of her hands, she leans against the wall above me to stabilize herself. Her pussy is inches from my face as I try to lean forward, inhaling her sweet, warm scent of cinnamon. Fuck, even her pussy smells sweet.
“Sit on my tongue, Milly. For heaven’s sake, please,” my voice trembles with want. “Please, baby, please,” I start to beg.
“Confess for me first, Shadow. Let the truth drip from your lips.” She leans forward and gently places her pussy against my lips as I flatten my tongue along her. I instantly moan at her taste—heaven. She pulls back and waits for me to speak.
“I’m yours, Milly. I’m all yours. I was made for you.”
“Yours,” she moans as she places her pussy back on my lips and rocks her hips slightly.
I stroke my tongue between her folds, flicking softly with pressure, listening to the sounds she echoes in the confessional room.
Her moans of pleasure are a symphony, praising my movements.
I rub my tongue along her clit with more pressure as her body starts to tremble.
My hands crave to grab her ass as I fight against the restraints– completely at Milly’s will.
I groan at her taste, drinking her in. I slide my tongue down and tease her vagina as she soaks my face.
I swirl my tongue and gradually place it in, feeling her slightly clench my tongue at the intrusion.
“Yes, Shadow.”
She moans again, and my body responds with chills at her praise. I slide my tongue back up towards her clit, swirling it around with more determination as I lock eyes briefly with Milly.
I pull away. “Scream your song as I worship you.”
I shove my face back to her pussy, pressing my tongue roughly on her clit.
She moans unabashedly, her legs starting to shake.
She brings her hands around my head and buries my face into her as I continue my motions, regardless of whether I can breathe or not.
If dying between her legs is my consequence of sin, I’d gladly take my last breaths here.
She trembles on my tongue, coming to her climax as she moans with pleasure, drenching my tongue in her current.
I continue to lap at her as she comes down.
She pulls away softly, bringing her leg down from over my shoulder.
She straddles my lap as I absorb the beauty of her eyes post orgasm.
They twinkle with euphoria, her cheeks flushed with pleasure.
I go to lift my hand to stroke her cheek when I remember I am still bound.
“As fun as this has been, think you can release me from these restraints?”
I smile up at her. She grins back, climbing off of me, as she lets her skirts fall.
“Swear to me we can do this again, and I will.” She smirks.
“Anything. Anything you want.” I swear to her as she pulls the key out from thin air.
I chuckle as she unclasps my wrists. The second they are both free, I leap up out of the chair and place my hands on the side of her face, pulling her lips against mine.
She strokes her tongue against mine, tasting her release on my mouth, and moans.
I pull her closer to me, desperate to feel her completely against my body, when I hear Josie start to make noises again.
Our kisses slow, and we pull apart slowly, our noses almost touching as we gaze into one another’s eyes.
“We should probably find a way to leave now,” I whisper against her lips, placing another soft kiss against hers.
She sighs contentedly. “You are certainly right.”
We pull apart and look over Josie with tears pouring from her eyes, nearly bloodshot.
“What are we going to do about her?” I ask Milly.
She lifts her lips into a tight smile and glares at Josie.
“We let her pay for her sins.”
Josie starts to buck against the bindings, drooling around the tie, attempting to cry and scream.
For what? Her words mean nothing to us. I place my hand in Milly’s and rub the top of her hand affectionately.
I simply do not care anymore about what others think, especially for the false god everyone around me continues to worship.
If there truly is a God, and part of me is starting to believe there is, they surely are not the one who wishes to smite us for who we love. That I know for certain.