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Gifts that couldn’t be measured. Just like the woman he held in his arms, who gave him all of herself, even as she demanded the same from him.

Neither of them was aware when Skye opened that “door” and the women slipped away, leaving the circle to them as their commitment, their love for one another, took them to a release that put them near Heaven.

So close to it that, when they finally floated down to earth, Rev thought angels were guiding them. They held onto one another as long as they wished, a quiet moment in the universe they could also hold onto, for whatever lay ahead for them.

God didn’t make promises of an easy path. But when He saw fit to give a soul somebody to share it with, a woman like this, a man couldn’t be anything but grateful.

CHAPTER 24

Three Months Later

Before he’d met Veracity, Rev thought a normal climax was a powerful, overwhelming thing. But over the past few months, Veracity had continued to teach him ways to prolong a release endlessly. He could float along in a state where his body vibrated like a tuning fork and his mind swam in waves of pleasure.

And when he was at that point, his Mistress would give him tasks to do. Help her weed her vegetable garden, paint her shed. Give her a “platonic” foot massage while she mused over new fantasies she had about him, and then asked him to tell her his.

She was respectful of his need to be in a different mindset for Sunday services, but this Sunday, after those services were over, she’d brought him home and gotten him worked up in just that kind of way before they went to Progeny for the evening. She drove.

She’d finally let him drive the Aston Martin a few times, but there was no question he was in an impaired state, one he didn’t want to have to explain to a police officer if they were stopped for erratic driving.

She’d made it worse by playing her hand over his thigh and straining cock until they reached the club.

Now here he was, in a private room, on his hands and knees, wrists held in cuffs connected by a short chain. Veracity teased his neck with her fingertips and breath as she dipped down to whisper in his ear.

“Who do you serve, Rev? In this room?”

“You, Mistress.”

She moved in front of him. She’d chosen to wear what she’d worn to church earlier in the day. Yes, she did respect his need to keep his mind on God during church, but if she ever wore this outfit again for a service, he’d have to work extra hard for that focus.

His Mistress, like God, appreciated effort and sacrifice.

The lavender skirt, silk gray blouse with a hint of white lace at the cleavage, the gloves…Lord above, watching her don the gloves did odd things to him, and when she ran them over his skin like she did now, the feel of the silky cloth made him shudder.

Her hat had a curling feather and that little net veil in front. This one reached her chin. When she’d let him kiss her, she’d kept it in between, so the rough mesh and softness of her lips both had been against his mouth.

She removed the hat, pulling the pin free. Her hair was styled in waves today, pinned against her head, a few soft curls wisping around her face.

She slid the hat along his back, the felt and feather tickling him. Then she set it aside, unzipped the skirt and shimmied out of it, leaving her in a slip. She opened her blouse but left it on, so it framed her high breasts and the snow-white bra that held the mouthwatering sight of them.

Her shin brushed his shoulders and head as she swung a leg over and straddled him, facing his backside. The dampness of her cunt marked him. She wasn’t wearing any panties, which made him wonder if she’d been wearing any during the services.

He might have to resort to some medieval methods to keep his focus on God. Like a hair shirt. Lined with thorns.

When he shared that, she chuckled, a throaty sound. “This is the modern era, Rev. Plenty of devices can make your cock behave. You remember that first night at Progeny, the cage you saw around a man’s cock? Chastity devices like that become very painful if your cock tries to rise up and draw your attention away from where it needs to be. It will curb that inclination with prejudice. And some of those devices come with a padlock only I can remove, once you’ve properly served God and are free to serve your Mistress.”

Lord help him. She’d warned him the more he learned of this world, the more intriguing he might find what had initially dismayed or unsettled him.

She pricked him with her hat pin. Here, there. Along his upper thigh. He clamped down on the very strong urge to jump as she applied it to his shaft, his exposed testicles.

Her thighs rubbed the lace of the garters against his side. She bent, her mouth on his balls, lips sucking at the base of his shaft. She moved one hand up his thigh, nails scraping, while the hat pin pressed deeper against one testicle. She’d removed the glove from that hand.

Now the sharp pin edge dragged across the perineum, followed by her damp mouth. He was shuddering with the effort to stay still, not knowing where that pricking sensation would come next. He kept pulling in his breath the way she’d taught, and Lord above, the feeling was intense.

At last, when his body was quivering, jerking like he was about to have a seizure, she rose. “Drop to your elbows, Rev. Knees spread, ass up.”

The position made his cock and balls feel even more exposed. Since he couldn’t see her behind him, he was braced for the pin stick. Instead, she rolled his testicles in her firm grasp andrubbed his shaft. He suppressed a groan as she kept doing it, until even all the methods she’d taught him were about to be useless. He’d have to beg her to stop, so he could hold back the climax until she said he could have one. She knew he didn’t like to do that.

But mercifully—and the word didn’t exactly mean that when applied to a Mistress—she stopped and came around to his front at last. She was sucking on the finger he expected she’d passed over the head of his cock to collect the small amount of thick fluid that had spurted from it.

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