Page 29 of The Cerulean Sister
"Knees spread farther." The rustles of his pants and boots being removed has me obeying without question.
The mattress sinks down as he climbs on it behind me, and when I glance over my shoulder, his strong arm holding the plush part of my hip stops me from twisting.
He kisses the small of my back, then presses firmly on the top of it, a silent instruction for my front half to sink lower into the bed. I tuck my arms under me and press my cheek to the pillow, angled and presented to him.
I gasp at a dull pinch on my skin and realize he is biting into the flesh of my ass with harder force than I expected.
"Tell me more of what this book said." He licks the spot that likely has an impression of his teeth.
"Book?" I say breathlessly.
"The one with the sacred ruins."
Talking about the book is the last thing on my mind at the moment. "They held rituals to First Mother and even the old gods."
He hums deep in his throat and kisses my hip. "I love how soft you are here. What else?"
"They, um . . . They prayed there."
"And what didyoudo there, Priestess?"
My skin is practically on fire with the question. "I . . . did not pray," I tease.
A sharp smack fills the room, and I realize it's 99's hand across my ass.
"What did you do at those sacred monuments?"
I wiggle a little, savoring the delicious sting across my flesh, likely flush with an imprint of his strong hand. "I took you in my mouth."
Smack.
"No. Use the words you know I like," he grumbles impatiently.
"I—"
Smack.
"I licked your cock," I say quickly over a gasp.
His groan makes my pussy clench, restricting so hard that I can feel the slick slide from it and down my thigh.
99 must see it because he practically moans and kneads the globes of my ass, spreading me wide. It's vulnerable to be presented so openly to him like this, but a deep shiver within me keeps sending salacious thrills through my body that I don't want it to stop.
"That's right. I took you to a sacred place of worship and you got onto your knees and let me spill down your throat."
I gasp at how forbidden and blasphemous that sounds. I didn’t put much thought into how disrespectful it truly was, but I was so overcome with need for 99 in that moment, I think I would have done the same if the sacred space was still in use today.
Smack.
I whimper at the feeling of his big hand across my skin, the reverberations rippling through soft parts of my body. My nipples brush against the fabric of the bed with each strike, making them feel over sensitized already.
I know he isn't truly disappointed that I wasn't overcome with the priestess-like need to pray. He had no intention other than to show the landmark to me. In this moment, I feel safe enough with him to explore the push and pull of what is forbidden and what is desired.
"Forgive me, Commander." I arch my back even more for him, inviting another strike across my tender flesh.
Smack.
"Forgive me, I could not help myself," I plead, trying to smother my smile in the pillow to not ruin the moment.
