Page 47 of Forgive Me Father For I Have Sinned…7 Times

“I’m not touching you until you beg for it, Miriam. Beg for me.”

“Please.” My voice was small, and my face was coloured a furious shade of red.

I had never begged a man before.

I had never begged for cock before.

This was a first, and I was surprised by how much I liked it.

Wrath chuckled and dropped a hand to touch himself over his briefs. “You’ll have to do better than that, love.”

“Please, Wrath. Let me see you. Touch me. Kiss me.” I sounded so needy and desperate right now, but instead of being embarrassed, I only turned myself on more. “You can do anything you want with me, please.”

“You’re so beautiful when you beg, love. You’ve done such a good job that I’m obliged to give you what you want.”

My breath hitched loudly when he pulled down his briefs and let them drop, but my eyes were stuck on his cock. His big, fat cock which beaded with pre-come at the tip. Enticing me.

Wrath had the biggest cock by far, both in length and girth. And the sight of it took my breath away.

“Get on your knees,” he growled the demand.

My body succumbed to his words instantly and I fell to my knees on the ground with a loud thud. My knees stung, but I couldn’t focus on anything other than the need for Wrath to touch me and make me feel good.

“Get on all fours,” he demanded, and I did as I was told without a second thought. “Arch your back, love. Perk out that gorgeous ass of yours.” I moaned at his words and did exactly as I was ordered.

My eyes followed Wrath as he crossed the room and disappeared inside his wardrobe. When he stepped out a moment later, he had a silk blindfold in one hand and a flogger in the other.

I audibly gasped, but it wasn’t from fear.

“What are you going to do with that?”

“I’m going to make you feel good,” he grunted, moving to stand in front of me again.

His cock swayed in my face, and I leaned forward to suck the tip into my mouth. With how big and fat it was, I couldn’t resist. I moaned at the salty pre-come and bobbed for more, needing more of him in my mouth and deeper down my throat.

A sharp slap landed on my ass, and I yelped, but I didn’t pull away until Wrath buried his fingers in my hair and forcefully dragged my mouth off his cock. Wrath’s eyes were hard and angry as he glared at me, even when he bowed his head to kiss me. His mouth was rough and hard against mine, dragging his teeth over my bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth. I could do nothing but moan as he kissed me and claimed my mouth, and I did nothing when he slipped the blindfold over my eyes, forcing me into darkness.

“Wrath?” I whimpered when he pulled away from the kiss.

The sound of my voice must have done something to him because he bowed his head and pressed another hard kiss to my lips. Before I could deepen it or coax his tongue into my mouth, another sharp slap landed on my ass, but this time, it wasn’t his hand that had spanked me. It was the flogger.

“Do you remember your safe word, love?” Wrath’s voice was throatier than before as he palmed my ass, soothing the sting. He had moved behind me now and had an unobstructed view of my most intimate area, yet I could do nothing but push my hips back and wriggle my ass in his face, needing him to touch me.

“Yes.”

“Remind us both.”

“Red.”

“Good girl.” Wrath rewarded me with another strike of the flogger but this time, it was much lower than before. So much lower, in fact, that it landed on my throbbing clit. I leapt forward at the stinging sensation, my pussy pulsing so hard, but Wrath grabbed my hips and dragged me back into place.

“Don’t move, love,” he demanded in a gruff voice, squeezing my hip warningly with one hand while the other struck my pussy with the flogger again. “You don’t just get my cock. You have to earn it. You have to prove that you can take it.”

With my sight compromised, the touch of the flogger felt so much more intense, and after the fifteenth or so strike, my pussy was a weeping mess.

“You did so well, love,” Wrath praised in a low murmur. He swapped out the flogger for his hand as he caressed my ass and pussy, soothing the sting with his surprisingly gentle touch.

“Touch me harder, Wrath. Give me your cock. Please, I need it.” I didn’t recognise myself when I begged, but I couldn’t help it. All I could think about was Wrath sinking his hard, pulsing cock inside me and making me come. I wanted him to thrust hard inside me and paint my pussy walls white. I wanted him to remove the blindfold so I could watch his come drip out of me, but he did none of that.

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