Page 50 of Beneath His Robes

I continued my dance, dropping off the small stage and walking in slow, calculative steps toward him. His pants were the only thing on. His chest was rising and falling, his heavy breaths audible in the small space.

“We do have a rule, Father,” I said, slipping my suspenders off my shoulders and watching his eyes follow their fall. “No touching.”

Elias’s eyes lowered, and he made just the slightest movement and smiled.

“The apple was beautiful, so one would want to take a bite of it, after all. The feelings of temptation began with beauty.”

I smirked at him, getting right in his face, letting my body dance inches away from his skin in succession. When I turned around, and his jaw flexed, his hands tensing on the arm of the chair, I stuck my finger into my mouth, running my fingertip over the tip of my tongue.

“Sorry, No biting here, Mon pur.”

He let out a ragged laugh, and I twirled away, walking over to the ice bucket near the corner.

No touching,I reminded myself.

I took a deep breath to steady myself, my mind racing as fast as my heart as I grabbed the bucket and walked back to Elias. He watched me with curiosity and intrigue in his dark blue eyes.

“Lay down, Elias Cross.”

His breath caught in his throat, but he didn’t argue. He leaned the chair back and waited for me.

I took a moment to admire his beauty before I undid the belt on his pants and slipped it free.

“I-I thought you said no—” he was panting, smashing his eyes shut as if to block me from his thoughts.

“No touching,” I confirmed with a smile, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down and off his legs along with his socks and shoes.

He wasn’t wearing underwear.

What a naughty little prayer boy.

I tried to ignore his delicious caged cock lying on his pale leg and instead reached down to pick up my ice bucket.

With steady, sure movements, I picked up the cube in my hand and pushed the ice inside my mouth. I accepted the cold as it burned my tongue. Elias was squirming in the seat, his hands flexing over and over, yet not holding onto anything. His cock bounced in the cage, unable to harden but dancing for me nonetheless.

With careful movements, I got on top of the chair, careful to keep my body from touching his. In this position, they were a mere few inches apart. I could feel the burn of his skin, and he could feel mine.

My cock throbbed, and as I leaned forward, it brushed over his cage, and I hissed, nearly losing the ice in my mouth.

I anchored my hands above his head, resting one of my legs in between his thighs and the other on the arm of the chair. He looked at me in hesitation, lust and fear hidden within the depths of his eyes. I wasn’t touching a single inch of his skin. With practice and skill, I angled myself over his mouth, pushing another ice cube into it.

“What are you…”

“Shhh,” I said and dropped down closer, letting the ice cube fall onto his lips. He was shaking. The entire chair vibrated with how untamed he was feeling, but I didn’t stop. I let my lips glide the cube over his and down his chin, being careful to keep my mouth on it at all times. He moaned when I slid it over his neck, gliding down his Adam’s apple and further down his chest.

“You are my greatest temptation, Ronan. Fuuuuck. I can understand how Adam was so quick to follow in Eve’s footsteps.”

I smiled, dragging my body and the ice down his chest, over his rippling stomach, and to his cock.

“Elias Cross,” I mused with a smile letting the ice sit on his dick. “Are you calling me the devil?”

He inhaled sharply, the metal bobbing with his need to harden beneath my mouth. My lips were not touching a single part of him, just the ice. I watched the water roll down the contoured lines of his body.

“I–I don’t know. You are d-devilish, and you know it. You enjoy torturing m-me like this.

“Oh yes, I do. And you’re dripping for me, Elias,” I said softly, pressing the ice harder into his flesh and groaning when more liquid shot from his cock.

“You are just being cruel now, Ronan. So cruel. Devil indeed,” he whimpered.

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