Page 109 of Forgive Me, Father

The sentiment was sweet, but the tension between us was anything but.The flight was a nightmare, to be honest.It only fanned the heat between us, until it simmered under our skin like a storm waiting to break.

I wanted to fuck him so badly right here on this couch, but it wasn’t a long flight.

The car ride back was its own form of torment.With no divider between us, the tension was unbearable.I needed him, desperately, as I knew what waited at home: business, meetings, responsibilities that couldn’t be ignored.

“I’m sorry, love,” he said, his voice low with regret.“Whatever this is...it has to wait.”He kissed me, brief but burning, and reached for the door handle.

Before he could open it, I caught his wrist and tugged him back.“You handle them.I’ll wait, in the dungeon.”

I didn’t meet his eyes, I couldn’t.I already knew what look he’d give me: equal parts concern, desire, and that quiet, dark approval I’d grown addicted to.But I meant what I said.

I slipped away as he got out, heading straight to the hidden door.My fingers moved quickly over the keypad.The lock clicked open, and I descended into the dim space below.

The dungeon no longer held fear for me.The shadows didn’t creep, they called.I liked arriving before him, alone, with just the echo of my breath and the growing anticipation.Here, I could shed the world.Here, I could prepare for him, for us.

I ran my fingers along the neatly arranged garments hanging on the rail, finally choosing one of the lacy, sheer outfits.

A slow smile crept across my lips as I imagined him sitting through that meeting, tense and distracted.Knowing what waited for him down here, knowingme—I was going to make it twenty times harder for him to focus.And I didn’t feel the slightest bit sorry.

I pulled off my clothes and pulled on some sort of a contraption, barely any material.Once the outfit was on, I looked at myself in the mirror.

Not too bad.My boobs made the outfit look amazing and my gaze stared at the open crotch.

I rushed over to his many glass boxes and grabbed the clit clamp.It was one of my favorite toys.Alfonso was a pro at putting it in.I laid on the stone slab and somehow manage to clamp my clit.

It started off tender, but I knew it wouldn’t stay that way.I knew that soon, it would feelfucking amazing.

I picked up my phone and prayed there was a signal for this snapshot to go through.

I spread my legs and spread my lips to show him what I had accomplished.

And then I hit send.

Laughter poured from me, just knowing what this might do to him.I hope I wasn’t going to wait too long.

THE WHITE RABBIT

I struggled to get the location where Camilla was right now out of my head.

During the day, she called the shots, but never in a million years did I think she would choose the dungeon.

“Alfonso,” Gerard said.

“Sorry, I’ve had a long day.”

“We need to do this now.We cannot postpone any longer…”

“I know.”My phone vibrated and I usually did not look at it during a meeting, but I reached out and saw a text from Camilla.

I almost gasped when I saw what was on my phone.The fucking brat.

“You okay?”

“No, I’m sorry.Just give me till later this afternoon.I can’t make a decision now.”I got up.

“Alfonso!”Gerard yelled back.

“Just keep them here,” I said to Nico, fast, and he slipped into the office.

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