Page 19 of Praise Me: Priest

Yes, I want to wail.Please.

“I’m simply to sleep beside her? Without engaging in…intercourse.” I hear Rune swallow hard, his voice dropping on the wordintercourse. “That’s the challenge?”

The older man’s eyebrow arches. “You think it will be so simple?”No.Rune doesn’t give his response out loud, doesn’t alter his expression, but I know in my heart and mind what his answer would be. “As an impartial observer, even I can see she’s a tasty morsel that would make a young, virile man second guess his vows. A virgin with a tight puss would relieve that gnawing ache that plagues all men in their weak moments.” He nods at me. “If I was a betting man, I’d say this one is eager to relieve her own aches, as well.”

“You will cease to speak of her with any carnal knowledge,” rasps Rune, a deadly light flickering in his eyes. “You know nothing of her body or her needs.”

“Already so possessive, aren’t we?” taunts the monsignor. “Why not take full possession? The girl has entered adulthood tender and ripe. It’s only a matter of time before another man lays claim.”

Rune’s jaw bunches so tight, I can hear the tendons straining in his cheek. “Enough.”

“Get closer to her,” the monsignor counters, raising his voice. “The fact that you’re keeping your distance only convinces me you’re afraid of what you’ll do if you touch her.”

To me, it’s easy to see the other man is right. Rune hasn’t even touched my naked body yet and he’s flushed, breathingheavy, but he has no choice but to move closer, due to the narrow confines of the bed. I bite the inside of my cheek to contain a moan when his heavy erection presses against my hip, his uneven exhale bathing my shoulder. Even closer he comes and he starts to rest his head on my arm, which is stretched overhead, but hesitates, clearly worried it’s going to be uncomfortable for me. Reaching up, he yanks the chains hard until there is enough slack to turn me over on my side, facing away from Rune. And it takes every ounce of my concentration not to whimper when he draws my bare backside into his lap, his long shaft nestling between my cheeks—pulsing, lengthening—his palm pressing low on my belly, securing me tight against him.

“I’m not even going to ask you if he’s erect this time, Farrah. Your face says it all.”

“Me?” I murmur, trying not to squirm against that big, smooth pillar. Rub against it until he climaxes all over my buttocks. “This is my first time laying with a man, even if we’re only going to sleep. I’m sure I do look a little nervous.”

“Well done, Farrah. Remind him you’ve never lain with another.” Once again, he drops his voice to a taunt. “What a pleasure it would be to mount something so tight, hmm, Father McDaniel?”

“Stop,” Rune grits. “She is a girl, not an object.”

“Ah, but as my confessors delight in telling me, deep in the throes of passion, they all become nothing more than a warm, wet hole. A place to bury one’s cock. A belly to breed. Wouldn’t you like to breed a chained-up virgin, Father?”

“Enough!”

Rune’s tone of voice is livid, but his body tells another story. He’s let loose a river of cream into the split of my bottom, his fingertips slipping low on my tummy, toward my sex. Is he going to touch me there? In front of the monsignor? For a moment, Ithink the answer is yes, and goodness, such an act would be so wicked, but my flesh is moist, eager, empty without those fingers to touch and fill it. I’ve never experienced a man’s fingers inside me, but my body tells me it’s time. It’s time to be occupied. By Rune.

“Go to sleep,” Rune says hoarsely, curling his fingers into a fist at my belly button, attempting to control his breathing…and I match mine to his. I try to calm down. Because as much as I want him to rut me, even if the monsignor is watching, I don’t want to be Rune’s downfall. I don’t want him to regret making love to me, do I?

I clamp my teeth down on my lip, trying not to sob in frustration, trying to sleep.

Next to impossible when Rune’s inches spurt droplets of semen every few minutes on my back entrance, his chest and stomach flexed against my back, his body so tense it could explode with a simple roll of my hips.Hold steady. Don’t let yourself take what you need at the cost of his livelihood. His calling.

I close my eyes tightly, focusing on my breathing. I stay in that state of suspended heat for so long, that when I open my eyes and find Monsignor Hannibal asleep in the chair by the fire, I have no idea how much time has passed. An hour? Two?

One thing is for certain, though. Rune has noticed the sleeping monsignor, too, his breathing growing decidedly shallow in my neck. As I stare into the waning fire, hot shivers snaking down my limbs, Rune firmly covers my mouth with his left hand. Then he slides his other arm beneath my hip and the bed, pulling me back against him, hard, his fingers tracing down to where they were before.

But this time, he traps my moan in one hand, while pumping two long fingers inside of me with the other. Heaven erupts on all sides of me, white flashes going off in front of my eyes.“He does make a good point,” Rune pants, slipping his fingers free of my sex and lightly teasing my clit with the pad of his middle finger, around and around and around until I’m jerking, whimpering. “Idowant to breed a chained-up virgin.” He slaps my pussy quickly, so quickly, eight times at least, before squeezing it in a rough fist. “This one.”

Chapter Nine

Rune

I’ve been driven to madness.

An hour with Farrah’s lithe curves aligned with my strength. Her soft breathing. The scent of her, which calls to mind a meadow after rain. And the monsignor’s words circling my brain like vultures, feasting on my compassion. My gentleman’s nature.

What a pleasure it would be to mount something so tight, hmm, Father McDaniel?

Wouldn’t you like to breed a chained-up virgin, Father?

My flesh is winning this battle. I’m in unimaginable pain from having my cock crowded up against her asshole and the slick underside of her cunt. I can feel myself snapping. I can sense the deviant sexual genes that lurk inside me taking over. The devil on my shoulder tells me to claim what’s mine. Part of what’s driving my darker urges is knowing Farrah wants to be fucked.

She releases wetness that gives her away.

Every so often, she rides her bottom up and down my groin, perhaps an unconscious attempt to snap my tether.

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