Page 93 of Unholy Obsession

She clings to my shirt, and I nod. She’s gloriously nude, and it’s time to come to her as I am. I yank off my starched shirt and black suit coat.

Finally, I heft myself up onto the altar to cover and warm her body with mine.

But she waves a finger, shifting to the side on the wide altar table. “On your back.”

Immediately, I obey, lying down.

Without a moment’s delay, she climbs on me, seating herself on my cock in a way that makes both of us groan with relief.

I lift up, kissing her again and wrapping my arms around her small waist. “Bite me again. Slap me. Punish me. Give me what I deserve.”

She kisses me again in a frenzy, sucking on the bottom lip she bit earlier. I shudder beneath her and groan when I feel her slim hands on my chest, shoving me back down to the table.

Then she stretches for something past my head, nipple bobbing right in front of my face as she pulls almost all the way off me. I lift to suckle her nipple, and she groans, clenching on just the tip of my cock. When she finally comes back and seats herself so that her pussy slaps back down on my balls, my eyes widen when I see what she’s got in her hands.

One of the candelabras.

She arches one eyebrow, and I nod furiously.

“Your dad sounds like a real evil prick,” she says, plucking out one of the thick candles with cooled wax dripping down the side.

I know there’s still a pool of hot wax in the top cup of the candle.

“Yes,” I respond eagerly. “And so was I. I deserve to be punished.”

Her eyes narrow. “You were eighteen when you changed your ways. Barely more than a child.”

Before I can argue, she tips the candle, and hot wax drips down my chest.

I hiss at the stinging pain, hips thrusting my cock deeper into her clenching pussy. I grip her hip as I fuck her slowly, lingering in the sweet burn of the candle wax as it cools into a pebbled slash across my chest.

“A child who thought he was a man,” she continues, and dips the candle again, dripping another slash down my torso.

I groan, neck muscles straining against the exquisite pain.

“Made to grow up too fast.” She nods. “I know what that’s like.”

My top lip twitches as I see her reach for another one of the full candles from the stand, bringing it to hover over my lower belly.

“Fuck them all for what they did to us,” she whispers, meeting my eye. She bites her bottom lip as she tips the candle and splashes hot wax down the center of my belly as if tracing the line of hair that leads to my?—

It drives me absolutely fucking crazy. I reach up and extinguish the flame with my fingers.

Then I flip her, barely remembering to brace her bottom with my hand before I thrust back into her roughly.

“You were right,” she cries, legs tangling behind my ass as her back arches. Her hand reaches up to tangle in my hair. “Idowant you.”

“Say it again.” I bear her down to the table, pinning her there with my cock deep inside her.

Her fingernails dig into my scalp, and her pussy clenches around my cock like a vise. “I. Want.You. Just foryou.”

I groan as need expands in my chest even though I’m already balls deep.

“Harder,” she whispers.

I pull out and pound back into her, over and over, the sound of my balls slapping her wet cunt and our moans filling the quiet, sacred space of the church.

“Oh god, yes, Bane,” she cries.

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