Page 50 of Exquisite Temptation

"You are the reason why my once dead and shriveled heart is beating again. I am an all-or-nothing guy. And with you, I am all in Micaela. All I want is you. My love for you is deep and endless like the ocean-"Keep going, you are doing well, my mind encourages me. I drown my lungs with air, steadying my galloping heartbeat. She gawks at me dreamily, her pupils dilating and eclipsing her irises. "I fell in love the moment I saw you, but I was too scared to admit it to myself. You are my soulmate…my better half, and if you let me, I’ll always be there to protect you and catch you should you ever stumble."

"Aww…You love me? I love you, too-" She squeals, her cheeks darkening with blush. "You should-" She erupts into fits of giggles, snorting her words. "Have some of the drugs they gave me…they are amazing!"

Christopher, you fucking idiot. You should have known they would give her pain meds. Why did you think her pupils were so dilated?I shake my head, bursting into laughter. Joy suffuses my being, making me feel drunk with happiness.

I stay until the nurse comes to kick me out. She told me they will keep Micaela overnight for observation, and if everything is okay, then she can go home. I remind myself to call Alexandra later and ask her to pack a few essentials for Micaela because she is coming home with me tomorrow. I am not letting her out of my sight ever again. She is mine until the end of this universe.

Epilogue

Two Years Later

Severalsoftspotlightsandtall pillar candles on the altar cast a flickering warm red glow across the room, lighting my way to the hand carved kneeler with red velvet cushions. Involuntary, delicious shudders run up and down my spine as the dark, seductive melody of "Mea Culpa" vibrates the air. I clutch the onyx rosary between my sweaty palms, my heart galloping with each step I take. Glancing to my left, I catch sight of my long, black latex nun dress with a large gothic style cross applique on the chest and the latex headdress hiding my hair in the mirror. When I reach my destination, I lower myself on the plush pillow and bow my head, expelling a long, deep breath.

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been nine weeks since my confession." My gaze drifts to the figure sitting opposite me, shrouded in darkness.

"Would you like to tell me your sins, Sister?" My flesh crawls with sparks of electricity as his low, cool voice brushes my ears.

"I have dirty, impure carnal thoughts that distract me from doing my God’s work. It’s not me, Father. It’s the Devil. He comes to me and whispers in my ear, tempting me until I give in to his demands. I let him do despicable things and call me a filthy, horny slut." The sound of the Father’s unrestrained, guttural laughter bounces off the walls. Crap! This is not Father Emmanuel. Who is it?

"What does the Bible teach you, Sister? The God Almighty defeated the Devil, and if you are his bride, it means I don't have any power over you, do I? So, how is it that it is I who tempts you?" A pit of snakes twists and coils in my stomach. I shift on the kneeler, reciting the Lord’s Prayer.

"Pater Noster, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum. Adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in terra. Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie, et dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris. Et ne nos inducas in tentationem, sed libera nos a malo. Amen."

"God can’t help you now, my filthy, horny slut. You called upon my name. Now only I can deliver you, and you shall glorify me. I am your new Master. The owner of your body and soul."

Through my lashes, I watch him prowl in my direction. His long, lustrous hair like a golden halo cascade down his back. The black leather pants ride low on his hips, giving me a glimpse of the mouth-watering Adonis belt muscles.Please, God, deliver me from temptation. I mustn’t succumb to his power.While he circles around me like a lion ready to pounce, I count the smooth onyx beads and pray silently.

Unzipping his pants, he pushes them to his knees and lets his rock-hard cock spring free. He rips my headdress off and fists his fingers in my hair, forcing my face upward.

"Open wide. Tongue out!" He demands, shoving his shaft in my mouth and thrusting his hips forwards. A soft moan escapes my lips as his pre-cum coats my tongue. I move my head up and down, licking, sucking, and tasting him.

Holding my head, he drives deeper into my throat and lets out a sinful moan. His cock reduces my air to a wheeze, forcing me to gag and sputter. Despite nearly choking, my nipples pebble and juices flood my pussy, drenching my panties. He pulls out just enough to let me swallow my spit and draw a lungful of air. I groan against his flesh, my mouth worshiping at his altar, taking him in with devout desire, needing more of the sound he makes when he fucks my face and wanting to last longer without me gagging.

"I love the sound you make when you choke on my dick, my slutty nun." His breathing comes in shallow bursts as he continues thrusting deeper, faster. I breathe through my nose, relaxing my muscles.

"Fuck, yeah…that’s it. Get ready to be baptized with my unholy water." A deep rumble escapes his chest as his cock rams down my throat. He releases the grip on my hair and pulls out, shooting a hot spray of hot cum on my face.

I blink repeatedly to stop droplets splashing in my eyes and open my mouth, catching his salty cum and swallowing fervently like my life depends on it.

"Your cock tastes delicious. May I clean it, Master?" I gaze into the dark pools of his eyes, my heart somersaulting. He inclines his head, quirking his mouth into a self-satisfying smirk.

"Yes, you may, dirty girl." Dropping the rosary, I hold his semi erect length, licking until there are no traces of cum left.

"On your feet," He commands, his deep, authoritative tone sending my pulse into a tizzy.

"Yes, Master." I hoist myself up, straightening my dress with trembling hands, wondering what he’s got in store for me.

"What would your God say now after seeing you suck off the Devil’s cock like the good fucking whore you are?" He quirks a dark eyebrow at me, chuckling.

"He would want me to repent, Master." His earthy, intoxicating scent envelops me as he circles around me like a serpent seizing its prey. Raw, wild desire pulses through my veins, uncurling heat in my core.

"Repentance is futile. I own every inch of this delightful body. You are mine to do whatever I please with. I’ll corrupt you and watch you suffer, begging me to play my games, my filthy, horny slut." His hand lands on my bottom, slapping me hard. I jerk forward, teetering on my six-inch stilettos, almost falling flat on my face. "Now, strip."

"As you please, Master." As I undress, my eyes follow him as he saunters to the cabinet, picking up a lube and anal plug.

"Bend down and spread your legs." I obey wordlessly, offering him an unrestricted view of my glistening pussy and ass. My cheeks burn with embarrassment, and my breath hitches with anticipation.

Caressing my lower back and inner thighs, he slowly works his way to my puckered hole. He massages the lube around it and slides his finger inside, before slipping another.

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