Kaden
Chapter sixty-eight
My wife is a sight to behold. She’s on her knees in our bedroom, her wrists bound behind her back with the cuffs and the gift I bought for her, pinching her nipples tightly.
The blindfold was my added touch—eradicating her sight to make everything more intense.
I tilt my head as I observe the clamps against her fair skin.
There’s a delicate chain that connects and dangles past her sternum.
At the ends, bulky black crosses contrast against her upper stomach, swinging slightly as her thighs shift below her.
Her breath escapes past her parted lips in quick puffs.
She’s been turned on since I first captured her hardened buds with the clamps.
Good.
We were both raised strictly Catholic. While I turned away from my faith, Melody still abides by prayer and attends church regularly.
Religion play is something I’ve always wanted to try with her.
After her consent was given, I bound her and dropped her to her knees at my altar.
Today, she’s going to worship a different god.
I slide my fingers into her hair, making her gasp at my sudden touch on her flushed cheek.
She turns into me, the heat of her skin soaking into my palm as I fist her strands tightly and tilt her chin up to me.
She looks so wanton and needy—her chest red with the desire that holds her in a tight fist.
“St. Melody,” I murmur as I kiss her forehead. “Welcome to confession. It’s been some time since your last counsel.”
She always hated sitting in that box with a priest. It felt sterile and invasive as she spilled her guts about every sin.
I’ve always wondered if she mentioned me, the brother she shouldn’t have debauched thoughts about.
I can hear the priest’s gasp now at our connection, see his eyes widen in surprise and disgust as he fidgets uncomfortably.
She swallows audibly, her slender throat working as a blush travels over her cheeks. “Yes. Forgive me, father, for I have sinned.”
My cock thickens at her tremulous voice. She isn’t afraid of this confession. She’s afraid of how much this is turning her on right now. “Then confess your sins to your god, Melody.”
The air rushes past her lips before she nods. “I drugged you…”
“Mhm,” I hum. “What else?”
“I have unholy thoughts about my brother.”
“Elaborate,” I command.
She shifts again, making the crosses cling together as she struggles with right and wrong in her head. “I-I like the things he does to me…”
“And what does he do to you?”
“He fucks me,” she answers quickly. “I like it when he’s rough with me, when he controls me.”
“Good girl,” I praise above her lips. “Sins are normal—no human is exempt. Giving in to temptation is the most common. Do you ever feel as if you’ve given in to temptation with him?”
She gulps, shifting her perfectly thick thighs together. “Yes.”
My head tilts as I rake my eyes down to the clamps. The chain that connects them beckons me as I curl a finger in the center of it and give a slight tug. She gasps, the sound shooting straight to my aching cock.
“There’s only one way to be forgiven of these sins,” I purr dangerously as I give another pull, and it drags her closer to me as her dusky nipples darken under the pressure. “I’m no priest…” I murmur as my mouth ghosts her temple. “I’m your god, Melody.”
She nods in a trance, her body pliant and moldable as her fingers curl around the crease of her thighs. She looks every part the obedient worshipper—her head tucked in prayer, her pulse fluttering wildly in her neck, and the wetness that soaks her. She’s giving herself to her creator.
“H-how…” She stammers before sucking in and trying to catch my eyes as her chin tilts up. “How can I repent?”
My chest rumbles in satisfaction at her enthusiasm.
She’s playing her role well, the devout follower who only seeks guidance.
Meanwhile, I feel like I hold her in the palms of my hands, the very being who could make or break her.
I would never hurt her, but I would use my power to my advantage. I’m sick that way.
“Your god wants something…” I mutter into her hair, my eyes rolling at the fresh scent of coconut. “Give yourself to me. It’s the only way I’ll wash away your sins.”
“I’m yours,” she whispers with conviction. There’s something underlying in her meaning. While this is all a scene, reality and illusion are colliding. She’s allowing her innermost thoughts to push to the surface, and I’m fucking feeding off it.
I grab her cheeks fiercely, puckering her lips. “I’m going to fuck your tight ass, and you’re going to say a prayer to me. Do you understand?”
She nods, her bottom lip trembling with her desire. “Yes, big brother.”
“I’m not your brother right now, St. Melody. I’m your deity.” I correct harshly as I shake her.
“Yes, Creator,”she says quickly.
Fuck, I like the sound of that.
I produce the key to the cuffs before rising and releasing her. Her head follows the sound of my footsteps as I move behind her. I undo her bindings, and her whole body sags with relief before I snatch the nape of her neck.
“Hands together. I want to hear every word. If it doesn’t please me, you start again.” I whisper in her ear before my hand slides down her chest. I palm one of her breasts, feeling the clamp beneath my fingers before I grab the chain and yank it off her.
She gasps at the throbbing sensation in her swollen nipples. She tries to rub one hand across the ache, but I grab her wrist before slapping her palms together in front of her.
“Pray for me, St. Melody,” I command as I shove her to the floor, presenting her ass to me. Her forearms prevent her cheek from meeting the ground as I drop to my knees behind her.
I bring my saliva forward, letting it drip onto her ass before I slick a finger into her tight hole. Her jaw flexes as I slowly pump my digit, prepping her.
“I’m not hearing anything,” I croon.
“Heavenly father,” she begins quietly as I press another finger into her ass. “Thank you for the gift of forgiveness on this day…”
“Good girl,” I praise as I pull my cock free and spit on the head. My hand works down the shaft, lubricating me before I notch myself at her entrance. “Keep going. You aren’t forgiven yet.”
I press forward, and she stops breathing. It takes her a moment to gather her bearings before she swallows and continues. “Thank you for guiding me and giving me strength even when I don’t see the way clearly.”
She’s taken the first inch of me, and her body is coiled. There’s tension lining her shoulders as her head dips and her thighs shake.
“Relax for me,” I whisper in reassurance as I smooth a hand up her spine. “I’m going slow. I won’t hurt you.”
She nods as her fingers interlock into fists. “Forgive me for my mistakes and help me grow into someone worthy of your presence…”
My hips rock lazily, opening her up as she takes more of me with every slight thrust forward. She’s beginning to derail from her prayer, but I know this is new to her. She’s experiencing a first, and I’m not so cruel that I would reprimand her for basking in the sensations.
“Protect my family and loved ones…” She sucks in a breath when she takes over half of me. Her head dips as her eyes flutter. “Bless those who are struggling, and guide the weak not to temptation.”
She’s so fucking tight.
Watching my cock disappear into her makes my restraint wane. I want nothing more than to slam forward and force her to take every inch. My control is fraying by the second as her warmth wraps around me like a vice.
“Wash away my sins, Creator. I place my worries in your hands. Give me the strength to overcome and accept what I cannot change.” Her voice cracks on the last word, sounding broken and stunted as she takes my full member deep inside of her.
I stall, resting my head back against my shoulders as I close my eyes and give her a moment to adjust.
She’s shaking below me, her thighs quivering and her shoulders trembling as her hands clasp tighter together.
“Oh, god,” she breathes in a high pitch.
“That’s right,” I growl as I spread a hand across her lower back and slide it slowly up to her nape.
I fist her blonde strands in a fist, controlling her head as I force her chin up to the mirror of our bedroom.
She can see me covering her, kneeling over her like her debauched god of chaos and torment.
“You’ve prayed so well for me. You deserve a reward. ”
Her eyes shift to me, the tears welling in the corners as she pants. “Please, Creator. Move.”
I snap.
My hips draw back before I slam into her, making her cry out as I fuck her ass. My balls slap against her soaked pussy, making a squelching sound as I drill into her. There is no mercy. Only me.
“Do you like this, huh? Your creator fucking every sin from this tight ass?” I snarl as my hand dips between us, and I roughly strum her swollen clit.
“Yes!” She shouts, her hips grinding back on me with every slap of our skin.
Her release is swift, shaking her frame as her eyes screw shut and her lips part on a garbled scream. It’s music to my fucking ears, and I know I’m not far behind her with the liquid heat rushing through me.
I lean closer to her ear, my panted, ragged breaths fanning over the delicate shell. “At night, you only pray to me. Do you understand?”
“Yes…Creator,” she replies sweetly.
The heat grips me, making me bury myself to the root as I flood her with my release.
My groan is fierce, ripping from my lungs loudly as I yank her up until her back presses into my chest. I curl a hand around her chin, pulling her lips to mine in a possessive kiss.
She hums into my mouth, our desire and lust mixing wildly as we come down from the shared high.
As everything begins to ebb, I pull away from her. “Are you okay? Talk to me.”
She huffs a small, breathless chuckle as the corners of her mouth lift. “I’m okay.”