Page 72 of Forgive Me, Father

Her confidence has climb since our first meeting, swaying her hips vigorously on top of mine.I sucked in her hard nipples, squeezed and kneaded them.She had the most beautiful breasts I’d ever seen.And I had seen plenty of breasts.

She was a gorgeous specimen and the fact that she wanted to be inside my dungeon terrified and aroused me at the same time.

I wanted to share that part of myself with her so badly, but I didn’t know if she truly meant to be there for me like that.

Most people did not understand that part, but this sweet torture her body and pussy was putting me through could be enough for her to last and accept whatever happens in the dungeon.It would be a match made in heaven if my wife could fulfill that need.Allof my needs.

I would praise the ground she walked on, die for her on the spot, and burn the entire fucking world to a crisp if it would make her happy.

“I’m going to come,” she cried.

“You want to come?”I hissed at her softly, cupping her face and kissing her hard.She complained inside my mouth and I helped with her movements.

Her pussy contracted around my cock, pulling and tugging as she mewled her orgasm.

It pulled my sperm from me, and I released deep inside of her.

We needed more morning-after pills or we needed to get her on birth control.I wasn’t going to knock her up just yet.There was no way on this earth she would go into my dungeon pregnant.

I needed to see if she truly had what it took, even though it scared the shit out of me.

We both trembled in each other’s arms.She laughed softly and I hugged her tighter against my chest.I refused to pull out of her.This was where I felt the safest and I wished it was enough.I wish she were enough.But I knew it wasn’t.

“You going to introduce me to the dungeon?”

I swallowed hard, my voice low but steady.“If that’s truly what you want.I’ll give you everything, Camilla.I’ll even try to pull down the moon and stars if it means keeping you.”

She looked up at me and bit her lower lip.My want for her would never die and I prayed that she would survive my demon.

TWENTY-FIVE

THE LITTLE RUNAWAY

We stayed on the yacht,and to be honest, it was a sweet sort of nightmare, sweet for us, a full-blown nightmare for our poor guards.

Alfonso and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other.We took each other on nearly every surface that the yacht had to offer, reckless and insatiable.We even ended up tangled together in the ocean, saltwater on our skin, waves rocking around us.It wasn’t my favorite place to fuck, but being with Alfonso?That always was.

Tonight, things changed.

I thought it was going to be like any other night when he grabbed me from behind as I entered the room, but when his hand curled around my throat while he tore off my clothes, my heart rate escalated.

This wasn’t my sweet Alfonso, it was his demon.

When no shred of clothes covered my body, he threw me down on his bed.

He was on top of me like a pit bull, turning me over to face him, and then grabbed my one hand, yanked it above my head and started to tie up my wrist with a bathrobe belt.It wasn’t long before my other wrist was tied up as well.

My arms were placed in a wide position, stretching my breasts tightly.

He moved lower, reached for a third bathrobe belt, and tied it securely around my ankle.Instead of fastening it to the bedpost like my wrists, he took my other ankle and bound it to the first, merging my legs together with slow, deliberate precision.

Then, he pulled my bound feet toward my head, forcing my knees to bend as my body folded in on itself.I ended up in a strange, contorted position, awkward and exposed, like a turtle flipped onto its back, vulnerable and completely at his mercy.I could feel my opening flaring and my chest tightened, struggling to breathe.

Alfonso did something with the belt on my feet and when his hands left my ankles, I was locked in this position.He didn’t say a word, he just stared at me, his eyes dark and unreadable, wearing an expression I’d only seen a handful of times.

It was raw, intense, and laced with something that felt dangerously close to reverence, or ruin.

My entire body strained in this position.It ached and I complained as he started fucking me with his finger.I felt my wetness, heard it from the movement of his fingers.One finger became two and two became three.

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