Page 72 of The Preacher's Pet

“Thank you, Roman.”

“You haven’t heard what the plan is yet,” he says, trying to keep his serious expression, but a smile of pleasure tugs at the corners of his mouth.

“I’ll do anything.”

I mean it, too. I will literally do anything they tell me, both because I need that voice gone and also because I need… them. Roman, too, this time. The idea has been driving me slowly crazy, and I’m always wet and aching. I think if they hadn’t acted soon, I’d have ended up dying of sexual frustration.

He nods and untangles himself from me. “Then pay attention to what I’m about to say.”

By the time he’s finished, my pulse is racing and my panties are wet yet again. They want to perform a similar ritual to last time, but this time, instead of fucking me in the circle, they want to chase me through the woods.

In masks.

At night.

And, when they catch me, they’re all going to take me, in one way or another.

“There are a couple of things you need to know,” Roman continues.

Breathless, I nod.

“I’ll definitely fuck you this time.”

“Okay,” I squeak, already picturing Roman between my thighs.

“The reason for that is you’ll be my first time.”

I blink, unsure if I’ve heard him correctly. “What?”

“You were a virgin the last time we tried,” he says, “but this time I’ll be the virgin.”

Is he serious? Roman is a virgin?

I glance in the direction of the other two. Neither of them is laughing.

“I-I don’t know what to say,” I blurt eventually.

“You don’t need to say anything,” he replies.

I can’t believe I’m going to be taking Roman’s virginity. The idea is mind-blowing. Even though they’re going to be chasing me through the woods, that I’m going to be his first feels like it gives me back some of my power.

I remember something. “You said there were two things?”

“Yes. The second thing is that you need a safe word.”

“A safe word?” I don’t even know what that means.

“When we’re chasing you, you need to believe it’s real. You need to believe we are going to catch you and fuck you, whether you want us to or not. Even if you cry for us to stop, or tell us no, we’ll keep going. If you’re being made to do it, you’re not sinning, right?”

I swallow hard at that. He’s correct, I suppose, but I’d just been thinking about taking back some of my power, and now it’s like Roman is snatching it back again.

“Oh,” I whisper.

“But that’s what the safe word is for. If you want us to stop—really stop—at any moment, you just need to say the word.” He smiles softly at me. “You hold the ultimate power, do you see? We want to replace him in your mind.”

“And your soul,” Cain adds, making me shiver.

Understanding dawns. “I see. What’s the word?”

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