Page 91 of Beneath His Robes

“May I have the honors, First Mate?” I said, suddenly serious, as I stepped inside the tiled floor again.

The heat radiated off the walls and his body. He swallowed and took a moment before answering.

“Yes. The honor has always been yours.”

I held back tears at that omission and got to my knees before him. I felt so vulnerable like this, my knees bitched at the pain from the biting hard texture of the shower, but it was a pain I welcomed. Elias watched me with bated breaths.

The key was small, swallowed in the mass of my palm. I stared at it, turning the object in my fingertips before nodding and bringing it toward the metal. Elias was breathing heavily as my hands gripped his cock in my hands, holding it steady as the key entered the lock.

Click.

A soft click sounded in the distance, but to us both, it felt like a gunshot. I exhaled a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. The metal separated, opening to reveal his beautiful swollen length in my hand. I was mesmerized.

The cage made him so cramped in its confinement, but open like this…he was spreading out. His cock hardened with freedom.

He groaned, and I worked carefully, undoing the contraption and slowly pulling the rod free from his urethra. The pain he must have endured. It was confusing why he would subject himself to that.

“You were worse,” he said, and I paused, looking up into his kind eyes. “Refusing you and what you did to me. It was worse than the pain of being bound.”

Understanding clicked into place, and I nodded, leaning down to place a kiss on his soft, uncut flesh. He moaned when my lips connected with his body. The sound vibrated off the walls of the shower, and I lost my breath in another realization.

I want him in my mouth.

I couldn’t ask that of him. I couldn’t press the boundaries of his already fragile state of being. He was still processing everything that happened in the car. I had to behave as I promised. I had to behave. I just needed to let go of his dick and stand up. That was what I needed to do.

Any minute now.

I was frozen in this state, my body refusing to move, not pushing for more, but also not willing to relinquish the hold I had.

Just when I finally decided to get up, respect his space, and be true to my promise, he moved.

One minute his cock was in my hand, just lying thick and hard in my palm. The veins throbbing, vibrating with newfound freedom. The next, he was thrusting his hips forward.

Slamming his dick deep down my throat.

ChapterThirty-Two

Elias

If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.

“Oh, fuck. You feel so good, Ronan. Your mouth is everything I have imagined and more. Don’t stop. Please.”

I was whimpering, my cock so far down his throat, so swollen and ready to explode already. The chastity was painful, but this pleasure was almost too much. The sensitivity of my skin hurt. His skilled tongue and the way he choked to swallow every inch. All too much and yet not nearly enough.

I thrust my hips harder, loving the way that, for once, Ronan was silent, not coaxing me into something damning. For once, I was the one in control. I had not been so reckless in years. The last time I so much as touched another human being was…

“Oh fuck, you are so big. That’s right, make me choke on this thick cock, Baby. Make me beg to breathe.”

I did.

My sides connected with his face, smashing hard down his pretty throat. He was a beautiful blue, and a sadistic side of me wanted him to be the one to move, to force him to submit to the pleasure I could give him. His hands finally came up to rest on my lower stomach, pushing his mouth off of my thickness enough to breathe deep, ragged breaths.

“You devil, you,” he said between pants. “Trying to baptize my ass or make me see God? Holy fuck.”

I laughed, the heady feeling of this moment too good to let go of. Ronan needed a minute before I could punish his throat again. I had to give him that. My rosary beads were in my view, hanging from my neck, collecting water from the shower above us. Ronan was kneeling before me, all those tattoos rippling on his skin, dancing a seductive dance.

Every time we were together, it was a dance of wills, resistance, and undeniable pull.

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