Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

THOMAS

E ntertaining as it was to go round and round with Mary Quinn while I had my fingers between her sweet little daughter’s thighs, caressing her wet, quivering cunt, I had other business to attend to. As soon as it was polite, I made my excuses. Mary Quinn said something about needing to make some calls anyway, so I volunteered to show myself out.

When I got to the door and slid on my coat, ready to brave the New York weather, Rose leaned out of what looked like a study. Her face was white as a sheet as she motioned for me to follow her.

I should have ignored her.

I should have turned around, finished buttoning up my coat and left, but there was this morbid curiosity. What was this little angel going to say to me? Would she yell, cry, or beg? I just had to know what she intended to say.

I went into the room, closing the door behind me and subtly flipping the lock on the doorknob.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were a priest?” she hissed between her lips. She sounded far too much like her mother when she did that. Good, it would remind me who she really was, and why I was here.

I took a step toward her, shrugging my shoulders like it wasn’t of any consequence, like she had asked me why I hadn’t told her my favorite color was red.

“Because I thought you knew. I took you into the rectory under the church. I thought it was fairly obvious. How was I to know you wouldn’t make the simple connection?”

“It was really dark. I couldn’t tell where we were,” she said, backing up another step.

I mirrored her step with another one forward, angling my body just enough so I was herding her toward an empty spot on the wall.

“My turn to ask a question. Why didn’t you tell your mommy what happened to you?”

She took another step back, angling her body to the side a bit, so I was directly in front of her.

“Because I didn’t want her to worry,” she lied.

“Bullshit, your mother has never been worried about anyone other than herself once in her entire life. You being attacked by a bunch of thugs wouldn’t have affected her reputation at all. If anything, she would have played it up for sympathy. So why didn’t you tell your mommy what happened to you?”

Her cheeks got red as she opened and closed her lips. I noticed she did that a lot when she didn’t know what to say, like if maybe she just opened her mouth, the words would come to her.

“I–I–” she stammered. It was actually kind of cute.

“What’s wrong, princess? Did Mommy not give you permission to speak?” I taunted, and her jaw clamped shut as she glared at me for a moment.

“If you must know, I didn’t tell her because I didn’t want her to freak out and lock me in my room.”

“Your mother would punish you for being attacked?”

“My mother would punish me for breathing her fucking air,” she fired back, and I had to admit there was a small part of me that was a little impressed that she swore. A swelling of something warm spread in my chest as she stood up for herself, almost like I was a little proud of her for it. I was definitely amused by it.

“Such a dirty mouth on you. Does your mommy know that her little princess has the mouth of a whore?” I taunted.

After our little encounter, I had spent hours trying to figure out what the best play was with Rose. I hadn’t expected her to be so different from everyone else I knew in these circles. There was no way I could have expected her. I needed to re-evaluate the way she was going to be most useful.

Obviously, I was going to corrupt the innocent little girl, and I was going to make her completely inappropriate for any society match. That went without saying, but I wanted to figure out the most effective way to truly bring Mary Quinn down using Rose. After all, just turning her sweet little Rose into a slut would not be enough.

There were too many ways to spin it so it wouldn’t destroy Mary Quinn at all.

She could claim her daughter had an addiction and send her to rehab, where it would be just as easily forgotten as the next inevitable society scandal.

Mary Quinn’s reputation had already survived so much, because she was crafty, manipulative, and ruthless. I needed to have something she couldn’t spin. I knew Rose was the way to do it, and so far, the best path that I had come up with was turning the sweet, innocent little Rose against her mother.

It wouldn’t be hard. Everyone who paid attention knew Mary Quinn was a shit mother. Just the stories the staff had overheard Amelia telling Luc were enough for me to know that if the truth came out, it would destroy Mary Quinn. But I couldn’t be the one to bring that truth out. If anyone remembered what Mary Quinn accused me of, it would seem self-serving, too heavy-handed and too easy to see through.

It had to be someone who had suffered at her hand recently. Someone above reproach, someone that could make Mary Quinn out to be the villain and not the victim.

There was no other choice, it had to be my angel. But to get this timid, sweet little angel to bite, I was going to have to break her. I was going to have to push her in a way that would have her rebelling against her mother and obeying me. She had the fire inside. I just needed to stoke her anger into rage.

Thankfully, God had a plan and so did I. Rose was a natural submissive. That would be the key. I needed to balance her pleasure and her pain. I needed her to crave me and hate her mother.

This was going to be so much fun.

“I am a grown woman. I can say what I like,” Rose said, sticking out her chin in defiance.

“Really, then why didn’t you say anything when your mother volunteered you to work with me on the Christmas bazaar?”

“Maybe it’s because I like the Christmas bazaar,” she said, her eyes dropping to the floor.

That was good to know. She could lie, she could even lie convincingly, but she couldn’t look me in the eye when she did it. I wondered if that was because I made her come, or because of the collar, or because she wanted to be my good girl?

“No, you started to tell your mommy you didn’t want to do it, but she talked over you and you just folded. Is it because your mommy decides what you get to do?” I asked, pouting my lips and being sure to emphasize the word mommy just to get on her nerves.

“I am twenty-two years old,” she said, sticking out her chest like she was trying to make herself seem bigger.

All I had to do was take a single step forward to have her backing down, shying away from me. That single step had her backed against the wall. Right where I wanted her.

Taking another step forward, I blocked her in completely. She was stuck, and the way her eyes darted around the room and then back to mine told me she knew it.

“Don’t you think it’s a little pathetic that you’re twenty-two years old and still listen to what your mommy says? You still decide based on what your mommy wants.” I clicked my tongue. “So disappointing.”

“Shut up,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes back on the floor.

“Tell me, angel, do you always listen to what your mommy says?” I said, pushing her just a little further, knowing she was about to break.

“I said shut up.” This time, her voice was louder, firmer, and she looked up at me, her emerald eyes lighting up with fury.

I slammed my lips against hers in a kiss that was punishing. Her lips opened to mine immediately. Her body pressed against me like she couldn’t get enough. She didn’t just open to me and allow me to take her lips. She kissed me back, and it was incredible.

That was the fire I needed, that was the anger and the defiance that I knew she had in her, but they were never to be directed at me.

I grabbed her by the throat and pushed her against the wall, not hurting her, not yet. Just holding her there, letting her feel the strength in my hand and knowing that if I decided to, I could hurt her.

The second my fingers wrapped around her throat, the fire in her eyes changed. She was still pissed, still defiant, but she liked my hand on her. Fuck, this girl was full of surprises.

She was absolutely perfect.

“Tell me, little angel, does your mommy know where my hands have been?” I asked, reaching under her skirt and cupping her cunt, pressing with my palm to give her just a little of the friction that I knew she craved. “Does your mommy know how wet your pussy gets for me? Does she know you opened your legs for me and purred as you came on my fingers?”

Rose started to open her mouth to say something, her cheeks burning a dark red, but I squeezed her throat just a little to keep her silent.

I shifted her panties aside and slid my finger between her wet lips, gathering her juices and then rubbing her clit in circles.

“Does she know you crave the sins of the flesh from a man of God?” I was bluffing, but the way her hips rocked into my palm and her heart raced against my fingers told me I was on the right track.

“No,” she said, barely a whisper.

Her lips were so plump, so inviting. I was tempted to taste them again. But that gave her power. I was weak against her kiss, and I would concede nothing to her again. I pulled my hand away from her, still holding her by her throat but denying her the satisfaction she craved.

“Maybe I should just tell her what a naughty little girl her daughter really is,” I threatened.

“You can’t…” she said, her eyes wide in shock. “You’re a priest.”

“You’re right, I’m a man of God and still you swear at me, and you argue with me. Maybe you should try getting on your knees and worshiping me instead?”

I let go of her throat and placed my hand on her head, gently pushing down, guiding her to her knees.

God, she looked so good, my little angel on her knees, ready to serve. My cock had been rock-hard since she spread her legs for me under the table, but now it was like steel, and I needed to feel those plump lips on it, now.

“Open, and stick out your tongue,” I ordered, as I slid my zipper down and freed my cock for her.

She did exactly as I commanded. Her green eyes looked up at me with a mixture of anger and need. She really was the perfect woman for my plans. So obedient, so desperate to please, and there was just so much sexual tension and energy in her that all I had to do was coax it out.

I placed my cock on her tongue, enjoying the feeling of her hot breath against my sensitive head before I wrapped my fist in her hair and guided her to take all of it.

A kinder man would have let her get used to the size, or at the very least let her take it down her throat at her own pace. I was not a kind man. And while eventually I may grant her the time and freedom to explore my cock at her leisure, this wasn’t about her education or her satisfaction. That would come later, if she behaved. This was about her obedience and teaching her a lesson.

She had talked back to me, so I was going to show her what her mouth was really good for.

She coughed and choked a little as I pushed my cock to the very back of her throat and held it there. Her hands went to my thighs and tried to push me away.

“Stop,” I ordered. And her entire body stilled as she looked up at me. “Take it. Don’t fight it, accept it.”

I could feel her throat relaxing around my cock while her hands let go of my pant legs and instead just rested there, almost bracing herself against my thighs for balance.

Those gorgeous green eyes were still staring up at me.

“Do you want to be my good little angel?” I asked, only a little taunting in my voice.

Her head nodded, still mostly pinned in place by my cock down her throat, her eyes watering as she struggled. I pulled out and took a step back, watching as she collapsed on the floor, coughing and gasping for air.

“Answer the question,” I demanded, taking my cock in my hand and stroking it, using her spit as lube.

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Yes, what?”

She looked at me, eyes wide, like she couldn’t believe I was going to make her say it.

“Yes, sir?” she asked, a little too hopeful.

“Do I look like I’m wearing a suit and tie to you?”

“Yes, Father,” she corrected, her cheeks reddening as she glanced down at the floor.

“Good girl,” I said, stroking her hair before shoving my cock back in her face. “Now suck like your forgiveness and my silence depend on it, because they do.”

Like the good girl she wanted to be, she said nothing. She didn’t argue or ask questions or even beg. Her hands went back to my thighs, and she took my cock back down her throat and sucked, working her lips up and down my shaft, even her tongue knowing to massage the underside of my cock.

She was a little awkward at first, which told me she had never done this before, but she was a natural. It only took her a few passes to get used to how to relax her gag reflex and time her breathing between thrusts.

But this wasn’t supposed to be fun for her, this was supposed to be a punishment. The only people allowed to enjoy punishments were the ones dealing them out. I wrapped my hands in her hair, pulling tight enough that she winced and then I held her head in place as I thrust in her mouth.

To her credit, she still didn’t complain. She held on and took it like I knew she would. She relaxed into it, tilting her head a little so my thrust went deeper down her throat, and one of her hands moved from my thigh to in between hers.

“Do not touch yourself,” I ordered. “No one touches that pussy but me. No one pleasures you or takes pleasure from you but me.”

Obediently, her hand went back to my thigh as I fucked her face even harder. Punishing her for even daring to think that she could touch herself anymore.

No, I needed her desperate. I needed her aching for me at all times and completely subservient.

“Look at me,” I growled when her eyes slid closed and immediately, they opened and I could see the desperation and need reflecting back at me.

My balls drew up close to my body as my orgasm neared and I was ready to spill my seed down her throat.

“I’m going to come,” I said. “Swallow.”

Her fingers tightened on my thighs, and when a single tear escaped from the corner of her eye and slid down her cheek, I came harder than I had in a very long time. My teeth gritted as I suppressed the need to yell out my orgasm, and I rode it out, fucking her face over and over until the waves of pleasure finally subsided.

Bless her, she never stopped sucking. I felt her swallow a few times, and she took as much as she could, but when I pulled my cock out of her mouth, there was a single line of my cum running down her chin.

I reached out to her face, gathering my cum with my thumb, and pushed it back between her lips. Without looking away, she sucked my thumb clean.

“Good girl,” I said, running my hand over her hair, and she leaned in, touch-starved and desperate for the praise.

She said nothing, her eyes going back down to the floor as she stood.

“Remember what I said.” I reached back under her skirt, and just as I suspected, her pussy was dripping wet, practically gushing. All it would take was a few thrusts of my fingers, or even strokes of my tongue, and she would come apart for me so beautifully. It was tempting. Her pussy would taste fantastic, but I had places to be, and I was already running late.

“Remember what I told you?” I asked.

“No one touches me but you, not even myself,” she said.

“Good girl. If you lie to me, or take what is mine, I’ll know.”

I circled her clit a few times, just to feel her legs shake, and then I let go and straightened her dress.

“Go get cleaned up before your mommy sees you like this,” I taunted. “I’ll see you at confession tomorrow.”