Page 46 of Pray for the Damned

WAVERLY

Is it hot in here?

Because it feels really fucking hot in here, and I can’t tell if it’s the temperature or the literal fucking priest staring at my pussy.

My nerves are beginning to get the better of me, and I’m wondering if I made the right choice coming in here with him. But I keep reminding myself how incredibly safe I feel in Emmett’s presence, a feeling I haven’t had in years.

And it’s not like it’s my first time. I’ve had sex with enough men who saw me as nothing but a warm body to use, so I deserve this. I deserve to have a man worship me while I live out some of my fantasies.

“On your knees, Waverly.”

The command comes as he pushes himself to his feet, and I quickly obey, sinking to my knees beside the bench without hesitation.

It’s strange, I’ve spent my life trying to escape other people’s orders and expectations, and yet here I am, falling at the feet of a man I barely know.

“Good girl.” The words wash over me like a warm blanket, but I force my eyes to remain on the patterned carpet beneathme. We went over some of his expectations, but I’m not sure where he sits on eye contact, and I’m desperate not to disappoint him. “Your posture is beautiful, Little Temptress.” He crouches in front of me and presses his fingers to the underside of my chin and guides my face up until I’m staring into his dark gaze. “I want your eyes on me at all times. I want you to see everything I do to you.” He leans in and presses a chaste kiss to my lips before dropping my chin. He moves both hands to my thighs and guides them further apart. “When I tell you to get on your knees, this is how I want you.” He lifts my hands from my sides and places them palm up on top of my thighs. “Sometimes I may choose to restrain your hands, and other times I will leave them free like this, but that doesn’t mean you have permission to use them on me or yourself. Do you understand?”

I nod slowly. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good.” He stands and crosses the room to a row of drawers I didn’t pay much attention to when we walked in. I was way too consumed by the wall of whips and paddles and the huge bed that looks like five people could play on, rather than just the two of us.

Do people really do that? I mean, I guess I knew threesomes were a thing, but what about orgies?

I’m distracted by that train of thought as Emmett turns with something in his hand and moves back to me. It’s not until he’s a couple of feet away that I realize he’s holding some kind of vibrator, and my body trembles at the sight. I’ve never owned a toy, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know what they look like, and I’m equally as excited as I am nervous for my first time.

He crouches in front of me once more, and his dark eyes meet mine, searching for hesitation he’s not going to find.

I’ve used sex in so many different ways over the years. As payment for somewhere to stay, as a way to get or keep a job, and sometimes just so I could have a warm meal and somewhereto sleep other than the street. But this feels like the first time it’s just because it’s something I want. Something I crave.

Emmett presses a button, and the purple toy begins vibrating in his hand, but neither of us can tear our eyes from the other to look down at it. “I’m going to make you come so many times you’ll be begging me to stop,” he murmurs into the space between us.

I drag my bottom lip between my teeth to stop the whine that tries to escape from making itself known.

“But I’ll let you in on a little secret.” Emmett kneels in front of me, his knees spread on either side of mine as he brings the toy to my aching clit. “I’m not going to stop. I’m going to drag so many releases from your body that you won’t be able to tell the difference between pleasure and pain. And that’s when I’ll finally fuck you.”

A moan falls from my lips, and he smirks.

The toy drags through my folds, and I force my body to remain perfectly still even as the foreign sensation washes over me.

“I can tell you want to be my good girl, so I’m not going to restrain you tonight. But I will if you try to stop me from touching your perfect pussy. The only way to stop anything from happening here is to use your safe word, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And what color are you now?”

“Green.” Really fucking green. Desperate for more green. But I manage to keep that to myself.

“You’re going to remain perfectly still while I seat this inside you, and then I’m going to fuck your pretty face, how does that sound?”

My answering moan seems to be enough for him because he rewards me with a smile that could melt my panties if I were wearing any before pressing the toy against my entrance.

“Remember, your hands stay where they are unless I tell you otherwise.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The buzzing toy breaches my entrance, and I cry out as he thrusts it in and out a few times.

“You’re so responsive,” he murmurs. “Do you normally come quickly?”

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