Page 31 of Unholy Obsession

She scowls. “Of course. I told you—no fluids. I’m a safety girl.”

“Are you amenable to fluid exchange if we’re both tested?”

She blinks, looking shy for the first time since I’ve met her. “I’ve never done that.”

“Gone with someone to get tested or been taken bare?”

Her lips part. I see the shift in her breathing. “Either. Both.”

I feel the change in the air between us.

Heat licks down my spine.I will be the first. I will be the only.

“Are you amenable to doing so?”

She smiles crookedly, then repeats with a terrible mock British accent, “I am amenable.”

My cock goes fully hard, and I want to pull her over my lap and finger her until she squeals. No one ever dares to take the piss with me.

I want her to do it again. And again, and again.

“Eat,” I command, voice rough.

She rolls her eyes but obeys, stabbing at her food. My cock twitches. No one ever dares roll their eyes at me, either.

I’m obsessed with watching the way she eats, slow and careful, like she’s testing the boundaries of this strange new world we’re building.

She swallows, then tilts her head. “So, are you ever going to explain how you’re a priestanda dom?”

I take a sip of coffee, then smirk. “I wasn’t always a priest.”

She leans in. “That’s all you’re gonna give me? No more explanation about how you go back and forth from playing, ‘yes, Daddy,’” she moans breathily, then puts her hands together, “to ‘forgive me, Father’?”

Her eyes glint with mischief.Brat.

I chuckle, low and dark. She has no idea what she’s just unleashed.

I push my plate aside and stand. Her eyes widen.

“What now?” she asks, cautious but intrigued.

I beckon her down the hall. She follows.

I stop in the bathroom and retrieve a fresh toothbrush, handing it to her.

“Toiletries?” She stares. “That’s what’s next?”

I put toothpaste on both hers and mine. “If you stay here, you’ll need one.”

I meet her gaze in the mirror as we brush our teeth.

The moment feels strangely intimate. Too much. Just enough.

And fuck?—

I want her.

So take her. Press her up against the door, wrists clasped on either side of her head. Helpless.

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