Page 78 of Forgive Me, Father

I quickly tied my hair back into a ponytail, trying to steady my breath.I needed to process what I was seeing, every inch of it.But above all, I had to trust Alfonso.He knew what he was doing, even if I wasn’t sure what to expect next.

The door creaked open, and Alfonso stepped through.He had swapped his sweater for a sleek black shirt, his black chinos still perfectly in place.His presence filled the room, and without a word, he moved toward me.Gently cupping my face in his hands, he lowered his lips to mine, pressing a slow, deep kiss that sent a wave of warmth through me.His kiss was intense, passionate, a promise and a hunger all at once.

“Just how out of control are you?”I asked.

“If you want to stop, we can go.”

“No, I’m doing this.I give you consent to do with me whatever you want.”

“Camilla.”

“I’m enough, Alfonso.Just do what you need to do.”I touched his cheek.“Where do you need me?”

“You need a safe word first.”

“I don’t want one.”

“Camilla!”

“I said I.Don’t.Want.One.I trust you.”

He brushed his fingers through his hair and glanced over at the cross.I followed his gaze, and it became clear what he wanted.With a deep breath, I walked toward it, positioning myself so that my legs aligned with the lower part of the X and my arms stretched toward the top.I stood there, vulnerable, exposed.Alfonso’s eyes never left me, a silent intensity between us.

“C’mon.”

He drew in a deep breath, a slow, uncertain smile spreading across his face.In a heartbeat, he closed the space between us and gestured for me to step away from the cross.

With careful hands, he slipped off my robe, and my skin tingled as I stood completely bare before him.

Then he took my hands and fastened them into the buckles, pulling my arms taut and stretched out in front of me.Without a word, he moved down to secure my ankles.

I was completely locked in place, vulnerable yet oddly at peace.His scent surrounded me, rich, intoxicating, and despite the intensity of the situation, it wasn’t as overwhelming as I expected.In a strange way, it felt right.

I simply stared at him, and he met my gaze, his green eyes locking onto mine.He went on his knees and kissed the inside of my thigh.

He looked up at me.“Know that whatever I’m doing with you here, is not what I do with Sarah.”

“As long as you get what you need today from me.I don’t care.”

His lips curved into a smile.“Stop saying you don’t care.”He growled and grabbed my pussy with his mouth.A yelp left my lips as he really dug in.His licking and sucking made everything vibrate.It was amazing.

He stopped as abruptly as he started and rose back up on his feet.My arousal glistened on his lips.

He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of my head before walking over to a nearby table.My heart raced as I tried to make sense of his movements, anxiety clawing at me.I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I prayed that whatever it was, it wouldn’t break me.

He came back with a contraption that carried a ball.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered, and I did.He placed the ball into my mouth and secured the buckle behind my head, the pressure on my jaw a slight strain, but nothing unbearable.Then, he disappeared for a moment, only to return holding something shiny in his hand.

It was oval-shaped and had tiny clamps.

I kept staring at it, and his gaze lifted to mine.I gestured with my eyes, asking what it was.The ball in my mouth made it impossible to speak coherent words.

“It’s called a labia stretcher.It doesn’t hurt, but there is some discomfort involved.”

I nodded, and he went on his knees and clamped my pussy lips into this device.

Moans left my lips as his gentle touches enhanced whatever was happening and after a while, I felt how my pussy lips got stretched.The discomfort came, but I didn’t protest.He needed this.

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