Page 144 of At Her Will

He bent and pressed his mouth to both places. Energy coursed through her, nerves and pleasure both. He glanced up and laid his hands on her legs, behind her knees, letting her feelhis support. “I here with you, Mistress. I’m nervous, too. And caught up in wonder.”

She wet her lips, her gaze clinging to him. “Go on,” she murmured.

He pressed his lips just above her sex, inhaling that musk. He was aroused, and finding her in a state of desire just made him harder. “Blessed be your womb, which represents the life that all women give, that God gave to my mother and yours, so that I could have you in my life and have the chance to serve you. And if life stirs there that we have created and God has blessed, I will serve you both.”

Her hand fell on his shoulder and gripped, hard. Then he straightened up from his knees, putting his mouth on the sweet valley between her breasts. Her hand moved with him, staying upon him. “Blessed be your breasts, where I can rest my head when I serve you well, and beneath which beats the strong, beautiful and fragile heart I’ll do anything to protect. You gave it to me freely, and I’ll cherish it, in all I do.”

He stood at his full height and looked down into her uptilted face, the light-filled silver eyes, their fringe of dark lashes, the smooth skin of her cheeks, the fullness of her mouth. Her lips parted, evidence of the emotions he saw and felt in all of her.

“I…” He stared at her, losing his place. As she waited for him to find it, he felt certain the universe was turning around them right now. “I kiss your mouth, but the gift and privilege of it, of all of it, has me overcome. I ask that you tell me I’m worthy of it, that I’ve earned the right.”

Her gaze filled with tears. She understood. He was asking her once more, perhaps for the final time, to make it a clean slate between them, to show she’d forgiven him fully, in every corner of herself.

She framed his face with her hands, fingers slipping against his skin. “Parts of me are battered, Rev. But I trust you to protectthem as they heal and grow strong again, leaving behind fear or anxiety. I trust you. I love you. You are worthy and have earned my love and my forgiveness. I want you to belong to and serve me, and have no other earthly Mistress but me.”

“I want that, too,” he told her, and put his mouth on hers. Her lips were flavored with the salt of those few tears, and he wiped them away before he returned his arms to his sides and stood before her, waiting for the next part.

“So there are no doubts,” Ros said, “we will echo what our sister has said. You are forgiven, and we have faith in your love for your Mistress.”

“Yes,” Abby murmured and Skye nodded.

Cyn met his gaze. “No doubts, Rev. Yes.”

He swallowed, that overcome feeling doubling.

Then tripling, as Vera knelt. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it, but it was part of the ritual, so he stood still.

Vera’s lips were soft on the top of his foot. “I honor your feet, which stand firm on this earth while you walk in the Lord’s ways. I honor your knees, which kneel to us both, in the service of Love. I also rejoice in the pleasure that gives me, to have you serve me as your Mistress.”

Then she moved to his cock, thick and jutting before him. “A celebration of the virility of the Lord, brought to the service of the Lady,” she murmured. Veracity kissed the shaft, her hand circling it, and licked away the hint of semen at the tip. “Blessed be your cock, which responds to the pleasure I command from it, serving me in the ways I desire.”

She rose and put her lips on his chest. Since her hand was there, too, he was sure she felt the pounding beneath it. “I say the same for your heart, one of the purest and best I know. I have no doubt of the man who carries it.”

She lifted up on her toes, his hands going to her waist to help as she touched her mouth with lingering care to his and gazedinto his eyes. “Blessed be your mouth, which always speaks love and truth to me. I am letting go of the fear that it won’t be there tomorrow. I feel all you are to me here, and know, whatever can come at us, we will find our way as man and woman, Mistress and sub, guided by Love in all its names.”

Her gaze shifted to the women and came back to him.

“Each Mistress will leave her mark on you, reinforcing that you belong to me, and to this wider circle, your care as important to them as any in our family. Will you accept this?”

“I will.” He looked at each in turn. “And I thank you. I will be the same for each of you. You my family now, too.”

The approval in his Mistress’s face was weighted with strong emotions. As he spoke, he saw those feelings echoed in the expressions of the others.

Abby moved to the side table and picked up one of the bottles. “Cypress oil,” she said. “A blessing and consecration oil. An Earth oil, also a reminder of death, in that an ending is a beginning. Tonight you become something different. Stronger and more powerful together. Able to handle the impossible. Believing nothing is impossible. Just a challenge to be met together, and that Love will heal all wounds inflicted by those challenges.”

She laid a line of the oil along one strip of the flogger, then stepped back to the Northern quarter as Skye took her place and picked up another bottle. “Lotus, sacred oil to ancient peoples, used for blessing and healing. It offers happiness and good fortune.”

When Cyn came to raise the next bottle, she tossed them a look of erotic mischief. “Tuberose, also known as Mistress of the Night. An aphrodisiac, because healing and communication come through a passionate and healthy sex life.”

Ros took her place for the last one. “Rose oil,” she said. “Which strengthens, protects and honors love of all kinds.Which is what every one of us here, and the men who serve us, will do for the love you offer one another.”

Her gaze fixed upon Rev. “Once we have each marked you, the flogger will be our gift, to keep and use in the household you and Vera share.”

Now Skye and Cyn flanked Veracity. As she stepped back, they helped her take a seat on the table. They’d brought cushions, so she could lie back upon them. As she kept her gaze upon him, she spread her long brown legs. The sensual beauty of the pose tightened his heart and increased the throbbing ache in his cock. When they laid the veil upon her upper body and face again, her eyes were as vivid and piercing to him through its mesh as if there was no barrier between them at all.

Abby made a subtle gesture, reminding him of the next step. He moved between Veracity’s thighs, Cyn’s palm on his chest and back telling him where to stop. His cock was mere inches from his Mistress’s sweet wet folds. As Abby took the flogger from the table and stood behind him, Ros replaced her at the head of the table.

“Stand fast,” she said.

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