Chapter 27

CHAPTER 27

THOMAS

I wrapped my arms around her thighs, lifting them over my shoulders as I teased her wet, swollen cunt. When I glanced up, I expected her to have her eyes closed, lost in a mix of despair and ecstasy.

Instead, her eyes were open, watching me.

The beautiful green in her eyes was reduced to only tiny rings around her large pupils as she watched me devour her, licking every drop of honey from her skin.

How quickly my little angel changed her tune.

“Please,” she panted, begging for more. For a second, for just a split second, I wanted to give in to her cries. I wanted to spend the rest of the night between her thighs giving her pleasure, using my mouth to apologize for all the things that I had put her through.

That couldn’t happen.

It was too much power for her, too much control, and would derail everything I had planned. I flicked my tongue across her clit faster, sucking it into my mouth while I massaged with my tongue, driving her pleasure higher and higher. When I felt the telltale tremble in her thighs, I stopped.

Sitting up, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, denying her body the release she craved.

“Why?” she asked.

“You know why,” I said darkly. “Only good girls get rewarded. Were you a good girl?”

“But…” Tears welled in her eyes, but she didn’t let them spill over. She was learning.

“Had you come to me instead of running away, then you would have been rewarded. If you were a good girl, I would have taught you the proper way to suck my cock. I would have made love to you for hours and spent days licking and pleasing this perfect little pussy. But you weren’t good.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, and reached for me as her thighs rubbed together, looking for some kind of pressure or friction to ease the ache.

“Too late.”

I grabbed both of her wrists and held them above her head, pinning them to the mattress as I hovered over her. “It’s too late for that, little angel. You misbehaved, so you must be punished.”

“But…”

“Take your penance like a good girl. Show me how sorry you are, and maybe you’ll get a reward before we return to the city.”

She looked up at me, her eyes still full of tears and acceptance.

“Yes, Father.”

My cock jumped at her words, and I knew I was going to take a lot of pleasure in her punishment.

“Listen to my orders carefully. Any mistakes that you make will only prolong your punishment. Do you understand?”

I wrapped my hand around her throat, turning her head so she was looking straight into my eyes.

“Yes, Father.”

“Good. When I tell you to, I want you to stand up, take off your dress and your bra. You are going to stand at the foot of the bed and place your hands flat on the mattress. You are not to move until I give you permission.”

She nodded, and I stood, unbuckling my belt.

“Now,” I demanded.

Immediately, she scrambled to her feet and did exactly as I told her to. Her dress and her bra were abandoned in a heap on the floor. I watched as she moved around the room, making sure she wasn’t favoring one ankle over the other. It appeared most of the pain had gone, which was good because I was going to give her so much more.

When her hands were flat on the bed, I moved behind her and folded my belt in half, making a loop. I snapped the leather a few times, so she knew what was coming. The anticipation was going to make everything so much sweeter.

“Spread your legs,” I said.

She was going to need the stability.

I snapped the belt again, watching as she jumped at the loud crack, then did as she was told.

She looked so beautiful like that, and I could just see the glistening between her thighs in the low light. With one hand, I pressed down on her lower back, making her lift her ass higher in the air, exposing more of that delicate damp flesh. I reached under her body, pinching one of her nipples, and then leaning down to her ear and whispering my next words.

“We are completely alone. There isn’t a soul anywhere near the house that will hear your screams. Don’t hold back, angel. I want to hear every sound I pull from your body. Every whimper, every scream, every moan. Give it all to me, and don’t forget to count.”

“Count?” Her voice shook. Was it with fear, or was my little angel learning that she liked a bit of pain and anticipation?

“Each strike, you will count it out loud. Then you will thank me for your punishment,” I said as I trailed the fold of the cool leather down her spine and then pressed it between her legs, giving her clit just a bit of pressure. I held it there, waiting a beat, waiting for her to relax, and then, without warning, I reared back and slammed the belt over her ass. The sound of the leather hitting her flesh was incredibly satisfying.

Then she added to the melody when she cried out. The musical sound of her voice was so sweet to my ears.

“If you don’t count, then that strike doesn’t either,” I warned.

“One, thank you, sir,” she said on a sob.

I stood up straight, moving behind her and admiring the pinkish line now on her left ass cheek. Running my hand over it, I could feel the heat radiating from her flesh, and I waited until her back arched again, until the tension in her body eased, then I took a step back and left a matching stripe on her right ass cheek.

She cried out again but regained her composure much faster.

“Two, thank you, sir.”

I spanked her several more times with the belt, listening to the musical sounds of her cries as they slowly turned to moans. When she thanked me for the tenth strike, I placed the warmed leather over her clit again, pressing just enough to give her some friction.

“Why are you being punished?”

“Because I was bad,” she said. Not a moment’s hesitation in her answer. “I ran from you, and I should have never run.”

“Why is that?”

She didn’t answer, so I pressed the belt against her flesh harder and asked again.

“Why should you never run from me?”

“Because I belong to you,” she cried.

I slammed the belt across the sensitive skin that connected the backs of her thighs to her ass and grazed over her pussy lips.

She jumped again, and cried out, this time her body rocking forward, and I took complete advantage of that. I tossed the belt aside then grabbed her ass and pushed her body forward on the bed before dropping to my knees and licking her ass, running my tongue around the rim, listening as her cries turned to pants and soft moans. Sliding two fingers into her dripping wet pussy, I could feel how turned on she was. How a spanking with a belt actually made her dripping wet.

She could argue and reason all she liked. It didn’t change the fact that her body showed me exactly what it wanted. My little angel needed a firm hand to guide her. One that would punish her and reward her. She craved dominance, and she was made to bend to my will.

Her thighs were already trembling, and I worked her body thoroughly, intensifying the pleasure, making her ache, making her cry out my name over and over.

Fuck, I needed to find a place in the city where I could take her like this over and over. After hearing her pleasure cried out, God’s name painted across her lips, I didn’t think I’d be able to go back to the silent fucking in the church, or the quiet, stolen sins in her bedroom.

I wanted her to scream my name.

Not my title, my fucking name. It wasn’t God making her come apart. He wasn’t the one showing her all the forbidden things that would bring her bliss. God wasn’t the one teaching her how to blend pain and pleasure to reach new highs.

I worked her up faster, bringing her to the brink of her orgasm and stopping. Pulling away from her and wiping my mouth on the back of my arm.

“Please, please, I need?—”

“You need to tell me who you belong to,” I said in a low growl.

“You,” she cried. “I only belong to you. My body, my soul. Everything is yours.”

“Will any other man ever touch you again?” I asked, placing my hand on her reddened ass, holding her in place, so open and exposed to me.

“No,” she cried, as I slid a single finger inside of her.

“Will you ever run from me again?”

“No, never.”

Her hips started rocking back into my hand. One finger would never satisfy her, but she was too worked up to stop. Fuck, the power I held over her felt so damn good.

“Beg.”

“Please,” she cried. “Please, I need?—”

“I know you want it. But do you deserve it?” I asked.

“I can be good,” she said. “I will be so good for you. Only you. Let me be good for you. Let me serve you, please.”

Her words were coming out so fast, and she was so wet around my finger, that I doubted she even knew what she was saying.

“How are you going to serve me, little angel?”

“In whatever way you wish, I’ll do anything, please.”

“Please what?” I wanted to hear her say it. I wanted to hear the sweet little Astrid angel beg for my cock.

“Fuck me, please fuck me, please.” Her words ran together, her hips rocking harder on my hand. Her cries begging for me, her body desperately begging for me.

I was winning, and it felt so fucking good.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll never be bad again. I’ll never question you again. Please, just please fuck me. I need it. I need you.”

I stood behind her, lining my cock up with her dripping cunt. The heat practically radiated off her. She tried to push back on me, but I spanked her again, hitting one of the red welts that I had already left.

When she cried out, I reached down and grabbed her hair, yanking her body up, pulling her back against my chest as I thrust inside of her.

She screamed for me, calling out to God himself as if he could save her now.

If the way I had fucked her before was rough, then the way I had her on that bed was nothing short of savage brutality. I lost myself to the beast inside of me that craved her, that needed her at his mercy.

She came for me almost instantly, and the way her body milked my cock made my vision white out as I gritted my teeth, refusing to come too soon. Her body demanded my seed and it would have it, but only on my terms.

By the grace of God, or maybe the devil himself, I pulled through, fucking her hard enough that she came another three times before her body went limp and I filled her over and over.

With my anger and my lust finally sated, I gave in to another desire entirely.

Rose lay on the bed, her cheeks bright red, her lips puffy and open and her eyes almost glazed over as if she were drugged.

“Are you okay, angel?” I asked, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

Her eyes shifted to me, and she nodded. “Just tired.”

She was probably exhausted. I forced her to feel so much, broke her under the sting of my belt and the power of my cock. She needed to rest, but first I needed to see to her. If I didn’t, in the morning she would be too sore, her head would throb and she wouldn’t know what to trust, what to think.

I needed her to see what had happened here as a good thing, a life-altering experience that would bring us closer together.

“Come, get up. We have one more thing to do, and then you may sleep.”

“Please,” she said, her face pressed into the pillow. “I’m so tired, I just want to?—”

“You promised to be good,” I reminded her.

It looked like tears were about to fall down her cheeks when she nodded and sat up, wincing as she put weight on her no doubt sore backside.

Rose went to stand and instead I picked her up, cradling her against my chest as I took her to the bathroom. Gently, I sat her down at the edge of the tub as I filled it with warm water. With the tub filling and a bath bomb full of soothing ointments dropped in, I tended to her.

First, by having her stand in front of the mirror so I could better examine the welts I had left on her with the belt. It was about gaining control, not losing it. I knew I hadn’t broken the skin, but I needed to be sure.

She would be bruised, probably sore for the next few days, but that just meant she would remember her lesson every single time she sat down.

When the tub finished filling, I pulled her back into my arms and stepped into the tub. I sat with my back to the warm porcelain and positioned her on my lap but lying against my chest. Her front to my front, to give the oils a chance to sink into her tender flesh.

We were quiet. I was lost in thought about what had happened and what I had allowed myself to feel the last few weeks, while the warm water soothed her, and her body against mine soothed me. I thought she had fallen asleep.

“Why?” she asked.

“You know why. Because you were a bad girl. Bad girls are punished.”

“No, why me? Out of all the women in the congregation, all the daughters of wealthy families, why did you single me out?”

I thought about that for a moment, considering my options. I could tell her a lie, something about her beauty catching my attention or the way she dressed. She always looked so softly feminine, it made my fingers ache to slip into her hair or pull the soft layers of her clothes back.

Technically, those weren’t lies. I felt those things. I knew she was looking for validation. She wanted to know that I didn’t choose her at random, that I was falling for her and she was falling for me. She wanted to know if there was a happily ever after for us.

There wasn’t, and I couldn’t let her know the depth of my feelings.

I couldn’t give her that power. She already had far too much control over the situation, even if she didn’t know how to use it. Rose didn’t realize how much she didn’t want the truth, but that was what I was going to give her. Maybe it would force her to realize how helpless she was in the situation, or maybe it would help her harden her heart, so when my plan was complete, she would survive.

“Your mother,” I answered honestly.

“What?” She tried to sit up to look at me, but I held her shoulders down, not letting her move.

“Your mother is the reason I was sent to become a priest. She stole my life from me, so I’m taking hers. You, little Astrid angel, are nothing more than a means to an end. Once I finish destroying your mother’s reputation, stripping her of the power she holds over people, I’m going to make sure that the world knows not a single one of her children is free of scandal.”

My thumb caressed the wet skin of her shoulder as I held her firm.

“Harrison will always be the bastard who proves your mother is a whore, and who then married his secretary. Amelia and Luc may be happily married now, but people still whisper about how she cheated on Marksen with him, how she is just as much of a whore as her mother. You, little angel, will be the final nail in that coffin, as the slut who seduced a priest. When I am done, no one will ever associate with your mother again. She will not survive this last blow.”

“I won’t do it. I won’t be a pawn in your little game,” she said as she tried to sit up.

“You don’t have a choice, little angel,” I laughed. “You already admitted it. I own you. Body and soul, you are mine, and you will be obedient.”

She struggled harder, water splashing all over the tile floor. I didn’t let her go. I tangled my hand in her hair, gripping at the nape and holding her still until she calmed down.

“I hate you,” she seethed, her green eyes alight with fire.

“No, you don’t,” I said, intentionally twisting the knife a little deeper. “I know enough about human nature to know how you really feel. There are dozens of paintings downstairs that tell me you don’t hate me at all. I believe you want to hate me. Deep down, you wish you could hate me, but you can’t. Because deep in your heart, you know the truth. You love me.”

“Fuck you,” she spat. The hatred in her eyes, how her body rubbed against me struggling to get out of the tub, just made my cock hard all over again.

“Watch your language or I will wash out that dirty mouth with my cum,” I taunted.

Her eyes lit up with something more than hatred as she fought me. Her nipples were tight, taut little peaks, her chest heaved with each rapid little pant.

“Fuck you. I’m not?—”

I cut off her words by pushing her head under the water and pressing my cock between her lips.

She could try to hate me all she wanted, but that didn’t stop her lips from wrapping around my dick and sucking. I held her there for a few moments, enjoying the pull around my dick before bringing her back up to take a few deep breaths.

“Anything to say?” I asked.

She opened her lips, and before she could speak, I pushed her back down.

Over and over she sucked my cock like a good girl under the water before coming up and gasping for breath.

“You love me,” I taunted every single time she came up for air. “You’re addicted to my cock, and you worship me.”

I pushed her down again and held her there for a few extra moments. When she came up this time, sputtering, I saw the hatred had left her eyes. This was it. She was finally broken.

This time I barely had to guide her back down. She took a deep breath and ducked under to suck me. Over and over I let her suck until I got close then pulled her up so she could take a few deep breaths, reminding her over and over of one simple truth.

I was her god. Her life was in my hands.