Page 58 of On Your Knees

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 everypart 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 beingmy girlturns 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 withmybelt 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.

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