Chapter 14 #3
With her permission, I grabbed the old rusted chains, wrapping them around one hand then the other, pulling each in the opposite direction, tightening the chains around her wrist just enough so she wouldn’t fall or escape. Then I knelt down, pinning each leg down across the wooden crucifix.
I stared up, rose to my feet, and admired her in reverence.
Her long dark hair was sprayed out on the frame of the cross, her body curved up against mine, and she craved to be mine as I craved to be hers.
“How do you feel?”
She looked at her arm above her and legs below, bonded, unable to move or run away. “Different. Exposed. Naughty.” A rebellious tilt filled her lips.
Leaning in, I dropped my forehead to hers, whispering a sacred secret I could no longer keep hidden. She gazed up at me through her lashes, her eyes loving, vulnerable, and trusting. “You are my salvation, Blair.”
“And you’re my damnation.”
“That makes us a match made in heaven then."
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Good girl,” I rasped, leaving a small swift kiss. One that was more significant than any other because this had been our destined fate. One we were always bonded to.
She sighed in bliss, “Fuck me already.” Her breast heavy, her body taut and wanton.
Her little reactions made me more turned on and made it impossible to ignore my own needs for long.
My erection was hard and stiff beneath my trousers. Too painful to contain for long.
The thought of fucking her ran through my mind 24/7.
What man wouldn’t want his wife all day, every night? Your mate, your other half, the one person in the whole world who understood you like no one else.
They must have been insane to want anyone else.
My insanity had no limits for Blair; she was the one thing I wouldn’t restrain and deprive myself of. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her.
This world was hers.
I was at her command.
Her loyal, humble servant. The owner of her heart and mind and body.
Stopping in my own tracks, I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and let my cock free as it hit my stomach. The head was larger than normal, and a white pre-cum dripped out from the double-pierced tip.
She swallowed, licking her bottom lip. Her eyes rounded. “You’re pierced?”
“Just like you dreamed of, kotyonok.”
“It’s not going to fit.”
“You’re going to take it again. Over and over whenever I want to.” I stroked my cock, running my thumb over the rim where the metal piercing made red, blurring pleasure run through my veins.
She squirmed uselessly, bound to my will, as I decided we both could have some fun as I reinserted two of my fingers into her pussy and pushed her to her limits. Fingering her harder, faster, feeling her cunt tighten, and a small release of fluid began to flow.
“You’re so wet and needy, baby.” I relished her desperation as my jaw clenched trying to resist the urge not to come now.
“Fuck… you,” she hissed under her breath, her wrist cuff restraining her in embarrassment as I pressed my thumb to her clit, circling over and over her weak spot.
“We’ll get there soon.”
Jerking off and fingering her was so fucking hot; my dick grew heavy, and my balls tight. I wanted her pussy, ass, and mouth on it. Fucking everything without regret, I slow the motion of my hand, remembering one important detail.
“Fuck.”
“What is it?”
“No condoms.”
She stared me down, no response.
Shit.
Damn you, Konstantin. After all that planning, you didn’t think about getting condoms. Prepare yourself. Tonight is your last night alive.
Dya, not now.
“Both of you shut up,” Blair clicked her tongue. “Fine, you can fuck me raw but next time—” I swallowed her mouth, stealing her breath as my lips meshed against hers. Messy. Raw. Our teeth slightly clashed as she laughed through the kiss but never broke away. Perfect, fucking perfect.
No, I wanted to fill her with my cum, paint her with it, fuck her until she had my babies.
After you fuck her, I will.
Deal.
Silencing her with one more punishing kiss, I hold my cock, rubbing it in between her thighs, pleasure building at the rhythmic timing and soft sensitivity of her flesh. If this was a taste, imagine the real thing.
“I can’t wait anymore,” I grunted, dismissing my restraint as I lined us up and slowly pressed the tip inside her folds.
She threw her head back, eyes rolling back as she murmured a curse. Her nipples hardened as I slid in; slick warmth surrounded my dick. The way she squeezed me made the metal piercing ring with pleasure.
“Fuck.” My fingers dug into the flesh of her outer thighs.
She whimpered, her thighs shaking. “It’s too much.”
“I’m not even halfway.”
“Oh god!”
“Don’t call out for him when all you want is me. Me and my cock in that tight little cunt of yours.” Possessively enraged, I rammed the rest inside her as she screamed loudly enough that the sound bounced through the walls.
The years of pent-up frustration turned into a sweet relief.
Her tight walls gripped me hard and pulled me deeper into her cunt. My hips jolted, grinding into her bit by bit. Holding back the urge to fuck the shit out of her.
“Kon… stantin,” Blair panted.
“Apologies, baby, I couldn’t help myself.
” A sadistic chuckle fell from my lips, smiling to myself as I lapped my hand over her throat, bringing her to look at me and I kissed her.
Taking my time and marking those pretty lips too before I pulled away, breathless.
“I’ll fuck you slower this time. Okay, kotyonok? ”
“Mmhm.”
I moved slower, thrusting in and out, giving her some time to get used to my length and girth.
She watched as I pulled out completely and pushed back in, her eyes glazed with tainted desire. The one we would get lost in together.
Her breast bounced at the rhythm of my fucking. Such a fucking sight to look at. She was mine, all mine.
Raising my hand, I slapped her tit as a tortured moan fled her throat before I pinched and pulled each nipple at the same time, testing her pain, how much she could take, how far she could go, how far we could go.
She didn’t tell me to stop even when her breast became puffy and began dripping with a strange milky consistency. Is that?
Fascinated, I asked her, “You’re still lactating, Blair?”
She became all shy, her body covered in a pink flush as she murmured. “Sometimes. I can’t help it.”
“Damn, that’s hot as hell,” I groaned, a shot of euphoria trailed down my spine. My cock stirred inside her. “Let me taste you, kotyonok.”
Lowering my head to her breast and sticking my tongue out, trailing the substance that fell from it. Unexpectedly, it was sweet, velvety, and too fucking addicting.
“My god, kotyonok, you taste delicious.” The rough praise rolled off my tongue.
Feasting for more, I ran my tongue over and over, which was key to making more appear, and I took her nipple into my mouth and began sucking. My cock twitched as I picked up the pace, pounding into her with hard, controlled strokes.
Her eyes fell closed, embracing the course of this as her back curved against the wooden cross. Her body ached for the duality of pain and pleasure and the release of it all. And I needed to come just so I could fuck her again and all over this place.
I pounded into her, pumping in and out. The only thing you could hear in the room was skin hitting skin and the lewd moans we shamelessly shared.
A surge of eagerness started to take hold; my body demanded more.
My lips fled her breast as I looked for hers.
My mouth lapped over hers as it drowned out her moans.
Her body began to shake, pussy pulsating and milking my cock as the precipice of her orgasm began and she began squirting.
A stream began to trickle out of her swollen cunt as it pushed my dick out, and I shoved it back, chasing my own high as I buried my face in her neck and fucked her hard and mercilessly. My balls pressed against the entrance of her cunt. Desperately moving.
“Fuck!” Blair cried out, and with one last punishing thrust, we came together.
My cum poured into her clenching pussy as the room spun around and around. My chest pounded rapidly against my ribs, feeling lightheaded as my body was covered in a coat of sweat.
Sweet, sweet paradise.
Catching my breath, I inhaled the sweet vanilla sugar and remembered my beautiful girl, who seemed to be coming down from her own release.
I raised my head and took a step back, looking at the masterpiece we made. Small strands of hair stuck to Blair’s glowing body, chest falling and rising rapidly, breasts leaking with milk, and her pussy full of my cum, all of it on a St. Andrew’s cross. Shit. She was my own personal goddess.
“Kotyonok?” I said an edge softer, checking up on her.
Her eyes were shut close as a bittersweet expression painted the contour of her cheeks, and when she opened her eyes again, tears slid down.
Oh no, did I take it too far?
“Blair, baby, was that too much? Are you okay? Please say something.” The shame of what I’d done festered like a ticking explosive, and I would have killed someone, even myself, if it weren’t for her next words.
“That was amazing! Shit.” A coy smile burst on her lips as she looked up at the heavens and laughed. “I can’t believe I didn’t let you fuck me earlier.”
I couldn’t believe it. Never once did she complain; she wrote the rules, if anything… this woman was my match.
“You’re crazy,” I said under my breath.
But she is our crazy.
Absolutely.
I smirked back when a hidden presence alerted my consciousness as I decided this would be too fun to pass up.
“Want to join us, Father?” I called out.
His dark, fervent eyes now widened in horror, his jaw loosened at my observation of noticing him.
Blair gasped, being ripped away by this cock-filled euphoria.
Slowly, my gaze moved to the furthest point in my vision, seeing the shadow of the moon linger on Father Andrea hiding behind one of the pillars. He took a step out of the darkness, his hands covering his hard cock as he appeared to be jerking off to the two of us.
There was something about depravity that made even the holiest of men stray.
“Father!” Blair stumbled over her words, lips quivering. “I-it’s not what it looks like. Well… he… I… we…”
“Oh really? Are we not desecrating this temple with my cock?” I thrust with full force, making her choke.
Father Andrea shook his head, casting his head down. “It doesn’t matter.”
Ah, look who was trying to be a good boy?
“Oh, doesn’t it? Why deprive yourself of something you want so badly? Join us.”
“What?” Blair said, astonished.
“No! You’re out of your mind. I can’t. I have a vow of celibacy.” He said it like in a chant. He could say one thing, but his body another, with the hard-on in his hand.
“Abstaining from sex but not self-pleasure.” I don't know, seriously, did anyone study the Bible and laws of the church here? “You can watch.”
He hovered for a moment, bringing his gaze back up. “I… can?”
“Of course,” the corner of my lips tilts, my eyes back on Blair. “Can he, kotyonok?”
“Well… I mean, it’s fantasy. Any woman would love to see you naked, Father. But only if you want to.” She was a vixen, a little thing.
Normally, I despised any man looking at what was mine, especially when they were naked. Blair was no exception; however, since this was our first time and we would solidify our relationship afterwards, I’d give mercy on the Father and let him watch. This once.
Blair and I shared a look of understanding before we stared back at him.
“What’s it going to be, Father?” My words were a test of will and pleasure.
For a moment he nodded, looking like he was going to join before he backed away suddenly, zipping his pants. “I’m sorry, I can’t.” He turned his back and ran out.
“Well, his loss.” I scoffed.
“God, I’m so screwed.” Blair fatally noted, puffing her lips and rolling her eyes. “But what can I do about it now, though? That’s tomorrow’s problem. Well, that was fun. Now, Kon, let me go from the restraints.”
Tilting my head back at her, I raised a brow, wondering where she thought she was going. “We’ve just gotten started, kotyonok.”
“What?” she said in disbelief, eyes etched in mine.
I walked closer until we were nearly one flesh. Her breath hitched as my lips brushed hers. “Oh yes, I’m nowhere near done. I’m going to fuck you how I want and for as long as I want, so don’t dream of anything else tonight but me.”