Chapter Ten
SIAN
“Spread those legs.” Quin’s husky voice sends a thrill of need through me.
I widen my stance, already aware that I am wet.
The moment he led me to the locker room and told me to change I knew what outfit would be waiting for me.
Quin doesn’t have to utter the words but I know he chose our outfits to force Cam’s hand.
Cameron is a good man and I know he is hung up on the fact I’m from his past. It’s a life he wishes to leave behind, but he needs to see that I never saw the collar, I only saw the man beneath it and now I hunger for him, his boyfriend and Quin.
Quin gathers the skirts of my outfit and pushes them up my waist. The hiss that escapes him has a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. “I thought pink would look pretty, ” I say seductively.
“Baby girl, anything you wear would look fucking sexy. It’s been a long time since I have craved the taste of a pussy and my mouth has been watering all day for yours.” I moan, his filthy talk only serves to have more arousal gathering at my core.
“I’m so wet for you, Father ,” I purr.
Quin growls low in his throat. “Tonight, I am going to show you how to play with your food but I won’t be the one eating it, you will.
” Excitement thrums through me, I have no idea what that is but the prospect of learning is alluring.
It’s crazy how after only meeting Quin yesterday I trust that he won’t hurt me and will ensure that I get the greatest pleasure.
When he slowly trails a finger down the lace of my thong, I cry out and jerk onto my tiptoes.
He lands a swift smack to my ass. “Don’t you ever try to move this filthy little cunt away from me again.
” He cups my pussy in one hand, then grips my hair in the other and yanks my head back.
“Do you understand, you dirty little slut?” To drive his point home he shoves my thong to the side and plunges two fingers inside my wet little pussy, causing me to scream out in pleasure.
“Answer me, you dirty bitch.” I groan in pleasure as his fingers continue to move in and out of me, but mix that euphoric feeling with his filthy words and I’m putty in his hands.
“Yes, I understand, Father,” I pant. My eyes widen in surprise when the masked man suddenly appears in front of me, dressed like a priest. His mask is firmly in place but this time the red lights are on.
Quin releases his hold on my hair. I press my cheek to the cold wood of the bench and grip the edge as Quin continues to finger fuck my cunt.
“Fuck, yes. I might even make you eat it after we come all over it.” I have no idea what he is saying and I don’t care, as long as he keeps playing with my pussy like that and stroking that sweet spot inside me.
I feel him move behind me and cry out when I feel his tongue lick a trail through my cheeks and lap at my asshole.
As if my body has a mind of its own I push back, needing to feel his tongue breach that tight muscle wall while grinding against his fingers trying to chase my climax.
“Tell him how fucking good it feels,” the masked man snaps.
“Oh yeah, his tongue feels so good in my ass, Father,” I pant as he tongue fucks my ass in sync with his fingers in my pussy.
“Just like that, I want to come on your fingers, Father.” I feel my orgasm cresting and I know that when it powers through me it will steal the air from my lungs.
I would give anything to have Cam here with us and share in this moment.
I clench Quin’s fingers just as I feel the beginning of my climax, but the bastard yanks his fingers out of me.
I cry out in annoyance only to get my ass spanked again, twice.
“You get what the fuck I give you. You come when I say you can, you greedy little whore.” Unable to contain it, I moan.
I love being called a whore and a slut. I love being used and fucked like a dirty toy.
It’s always been my thing. I have never found anyone able or willing to give me what I want until Cam, the masked stranger and Quin.
None of them had to be told or prompted, it just came naturally to them.
“Yes, Father,” I breathe out. It sends a thrill of erotic pleasure through me referring to him as Father . The fact he is dressed as a priest only heightens my desire and need to feel him inside me. We all have our fetishes and it is clear as day I have a thing for priests.
“Don’t move.” I remain exactly as I am but I hear Quin moving around the room.
When I hear him and the stranger dumping things on the counter in front of me I grow curious but don’t dare move.
I want to ask what they are doing but I have learned that Quin isn’t to be questioned, nor is the masked man if his dominance from last night is anything to go by. “Do you like the taste of cum, pretty?”
His question stumps me enough that it takes me a moment to gather my thoughts. “Yes?”
“Are you asking or telling me, pretty?” That gravel in his tone has my breath hitching and sends a shiver trailing down my spine.
“Telling you.” My answer is met with a smack to my ass causing me to lurch forward.
“What?”
“I’m telling you, Father .” He growls his approval then proceeds to massage my cheek, easing the sting.
“Strip,” the stranger snaps in a hard tone.
I straighten and look at him for a second before my attention is captured and I’m drawn to the sight of cake, Jello tubs and a range of puddings covering the counter.
I see bowls of whipped cream and chocolate fudge, my mouth opens to ask what the food is for but he speaks.
“You shut your fucking mouth and do as you’re told, slut. ”
My pussy quivers in delight and I fight not to shiver at his command.
I remove my clothes and leave my cornette on, but the stranger shakes his head so I remove it.
I stand before them in nothing but a pair of heels, my bra and thong.
The hungry look in their eyes has liquid gathering between my thighs and need pulsing through me.
“Give me your thong.” I whirl around and smack my hip into the edge of the counter. I stare at Cam dressed in his priest robes with my mouth hanging open. This is how I remember him. I used to envision ways I could corrupt him and Evan, and get them to renounce their claim on the church for me.
“Don’t fucking make him wait!” Quin hisses. I snap out of my stupor and quickly peel my thong off. I move to take it to him but the masked man tsks, making me stop and look over at him.
“Put it in your mouth and crawl to him.” My eyes bug out of my fucking head.
I want to deny him but when his eyes narrow I know he will make my pussy pay the price for my defiance.
I refuse to be denied the release I crave.
I grip the thong between my teeth, then remove my bra before I lower to my knees and crawl toward my ex priest.
When I’m halfway across the room, I hear both the guys behind me groan when they get an eye full of my pussy and that shit has me fighting back my smirk.
I come to a stop in front of Cam and rest back on my haunches, then lock my arms behind my back.
He crouches down in front of me, then grips my chin in a punishing hold.
His blue eyes burn with hunger, making me tremble. I want him to unleash his demons on me and allow me to be his fucking sanctuary.
“You look like a thirsty slut,” he growls in my face.
I whimper. He cocks his head to the side and smiles but it’s a sinister type of smile.
“I had planned to tell you who E really is but I think it might be better to leave it as a surprise.” My brows draw together in confusion.
“After he fucks you tonight and cements himself inside your tight little body, I might be inclined to reveal who he is because then it will be too late for you to refuse him.”
After I left my shitty hometown and moved to New York after my stepfather died, I never thought my life amounted to anything more than living in my car and working dead-end jobs. Turns out, I was fucking wrong and I couldn’t be more grateful for that.
Forgive me, Father. I’m about to sin with three men and cement my place by Lucifer’s side.