Chapter 29

Benedict

It feels as though I'm caught between an angel and a devil, each whispering conflicting advice in my ears. The chaos inside me is so intense, it's like a riot that’s tearing apart my very sense of self. I can barely catch my breath as my mind races, constantly bombarded by a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. I’m wrestling with the fact that Eva needs me to be the steady, reliable priest she’s come to trust, even though there’s this storm raging inside me.

Every time I glance at her, the weight of that responsibility hits me with renewed force. She needs me to be a pillar of strength, someone she can turn to in her darkest moments. But it’s a struggle. The temptation to let my own feelings and fears take over is overwhelming. I’m battling not just for her safety, but for my own sense of purpose and stability. I have to keep my emotions in check, push aside the doubts and fears that threaten to engulf me, and remain the guardian she needs. Even as every part of me screams to break down and give in to the turmoil, I know I must stay strong for her sake.

However, when I follow her up the stairs to her tiny apartment, the reminder of her sucking my dick tonight slams to the front of my mind. I can’t stop thinking about her plump lips and hot mouth. The way she took all of me. How she cupped my balls with both hands.

Fuck.

I find myself intensely aroused just by recalling the sight of her on her knees before me. The image is seared into my mind, making my pulse quicken and my body ache with need. I yearn to see her in that vulnerable position again, to feel her surrender completely to me. The thought of being inside her, of having her fully submit to my desires, is almost unbearable.

I’m consumed with the need to reveal every depraved and dirty thought I’ve harbored about her. I wonder how she’ll react when she sees the full extent of my cravings. Will she run from me, overwhelmed and scared? Or will she shy away, unable to cope with the raw intensity of my desires?

I need to find out. I need to know if she’ll regret ever learning my name, if the image of me will haunt her thoughts. The anticipation is maddening, and I can’t ignore the craving that has built up inside me.

She shuts the front door with a soft click, the sound slicing through the silence of the room. The lock turns with a finality that echoes in the stillness. The quiet is thick, almost oppressive, as if it’s holding its breath in anticipation of what’s to come.

The only sound is the pounding in my chest. The incessant need to lay claim to this woman. She removes her wig, letting her long blonde hair fall in waves down her back.

She’s breathtaking.

I move with a sudden, almost desperate urgency, my body driven by a primal need. Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her close, feeling the warmth and softness of her body pressed against mine. My heart races as I crash my lips to hers, the kiss intense and consuming. The contact is electrifying, a mix of passion and hunger that takes over my senses. Each second feels charged with raw emotion, as if the world outside has ceased to exist and it’s just the two of us, tangled in this fervent embrace.

I push her against the hard wood of her front door, my cock hardening as I explore her mouth with my tongue. She moans into my mouth and I swallow it down. “I need you to trust me.”

She stares into my eyes. “I do trust you, Benedict.”

I smirk. “Good.” I remove my belt from my pants, and her eyes widen. “Take all your clothes off.”

Her eyes never leave mine as she slowly gets undressed. I wrap my belt around her wrists, making sure to keep it tight, but not too tight. I’m not trying to hurt my girl.

The thought of her being my girl turns me on even more.

There’s seriously something about this woman that does it for me. No one else I’ve ever met has ever had this type of impact on me before.

I tug the belt to make sure she can’t break free, and move her over to the couch. “On your knees,” I direct.

She sinks down, her arms tied with my belt behind her back. She gazes up at me like I’ve hung the moon just for her.

I trace a finger under her chin. “Tonight I’m going to make you come…a lot.”

She smiles. “I want you to enjoy yourself too.”

I tsk her. “You don’t think making you come all night long won’t be enjoyable for me?”

She bows her head slightly, poking her pink tongue out slightly to wet her lips. “I don’t know.”

I kneel down in front of her, my hands plunging into her hair. “Just being able to witness you come, to know I’m the one making you come, is probably the most enjoyable thing I could ever think of doing. It’s been so long for me.”

Her eyes widen.

And I quickly shake my head. “No, tonight I’m not a priest. Tonight I’m just a man who’s going to make you come as much as he can.”

She knows the severity of what I’m asking of her. She thinks I’m a real priest, and how sacred they take their vows. I wish I could tell her the truth. “Okay,” she whispers.

I help her to her feet, and together we head to her bedroom. Once I’ve shut the door, I can’t help but want to be deep inside her.

She’s still tied up, and I push her down onto the bed to where she’s face down. I move quicker than lightning, putting a pillow under her hips so I can get her ass in the air.

“One day I’m going to make this ass my bitch,” I tell her, and I smack down on her right butt cheek. Hard. “But tonight I need to feel the tightness of your pussy. I need to see how wet I can make you.”

She turns her face so she can look at me. “You make me very wet.”

I grab the belt in my hand, lifting her up slightly, and then I smack her other ass cheek, rubbing my hand over the reddened flesh to smooth away the pain. “Tonight I want to make you feel all of me. I want to stretch you wide open. I want you to feel me for days after.”

She keeps her eyes pinned on me as I walk away from the bed. She’s lying there, unable to move, and I like watching her like this.

I watch her from the other side of the room as I slowly remove all of my clothing. “You look stunning. All wet and ready for me to come and claim you.”

She moans along the bed, her eyes fixed on mine. She watches me undress, and once my cock is free from my pants, I wrap my fist around the base, tugging it for her.

“You’re so big,” she whines.

I move closer to the bed, so she can see me better. “This is all for you,” I tell her, showing her how hard my cock is. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life. Not even when I’ve thought about coming all over her sweet skin.

I can’t stop fucking staring at her. The way the moon kisses her skin through the skylight window. The way her blonde hair falls around her. She looks like an angel, ready for me to dirty her up.

“Benedict. Please,” she whines.

The bed dips as I climb onto it, moving closer to her. I reach out, sinking my fingers into the flesh of her ass cheek. “So goddamn beautiful,” I whisper.

“I need you.”

I run my hand over her smooth skin, up and down her back, across her spine, and ending at her ass cheek. I give it a little slap, testing how much she can take of it. And then I do it again. My mouth waters, remembering the taste of her, and I almost want to eat her out all over again, but my cock is too hard. Too enraged to think about anything else but being seated deep inside her.

I lean forward, my fingers flying into her blonde strands as my other hand lines my cock up with her entrance. I run my fingers through her pussy, to see how wet she is, and groan when I find her ready for me. “So fucking wet,” I say as I push inside her.

She moans as I sink in deeper, my hold on her hair tightening.

With the pillow under her hips she’s at a perfect angle for me to get deep inside her. I keep pushing as she moans out long and hard.

“That’s it, Eva. Take my cock like a good little slut.” I remember how turned on she got when I called her dirty names at the club.

She moans louder and I smile. “Oh, Benedict.”

I punch my hips forward, deepening my cock inside her tight pussy. I’m fully in, all the way to where I can’t go anymore, and I still, letting her acclimate to my size. “I’m going to fuck you raw,” I tell her before pulling my dick out and slamming it in again.

My fingers dig into the skin of her hip as I use it for leverage, pounding into her over and over.

She’s a complete mess beneath me, moaning and calling out my name. It eggs me on, and I go faster and faster, fucking her until we’re both unable to see straight.

“You’re mine, Eva. I hope you know that now.” I tug her hair, her back arching as I bring her face closer to me. “You belong to me now.”

I kiss her mouth, sinking my tongue deep down her throat as I keep pumping my cock inside her. My balls are heavy with cum, and I need to spill my seed deep inside her. Fuck. I want her to come all over me.

Adrenaline pumps through my system as I keep fucking her. I undo the strap of the belt, freeing her hands as I pull out of her. I toss the pillow that was under her hips onto the floor and flip Eva over in one quick movement. I need to see her eyes.

I need her to look into mine as I claim her.