Page 13 of Spare the Rod

“Take this dick, my beautiful.” I thrust again, hard and demanding. Making her take every inch. The cross held her in place as I relentlessly rode her sweet pussy. She tensed beneath me at the same time my own climax began to build, both of us crashing over that sweet edge at the same time our bodies quivering together as we rode that final wave together.

Before she reached the pinnacle of her climax, I reached below my dick and took a hold of the cross still dangling from her tight ass, slowly pulling the rosary beads out one by one. I could feel the pressure slide against me as each one slid free, the tightness popping free, before the next one slid into place, only to fill her and be released again in slow, sweet agonizing pleasure. Her moans of rapture turned into screams as she shook beneath me and her cum turned to streams coating my dick. I had never seen anything like it as she turned into a wanton, beautiful creature taking every bit of pleasure until the last bead was pulled from her.

At last she collapsed in a heap against the wooden cross, her breath ragged and strained, deep in subspace, her eyes closed and her body limp. I smiled as I pulled from her and stood, pulling the condom off, tossing it in the trash and preparing to clean her up and take care of her. Not sure how I would be able to convince myself this would be our only night together. She was perfect in every way.

I unstrapped her arms, careful to support her as she seemed to be half asleep already, followed by her ankles, before carrying her over to the bed and laying her down. After making sure she was settled I grabbed some warm wipes and set about making sure she was cleaned off and comfortable.

“Mmmm,” she murmured into the pillow next to her.

Something moved inside me and I wished it was my pillow she was mumbling into. My bed she would be waking up in. That was the problem. This was a fantasy. A one night thing I could never repeat. Something I had no clue how I would be able to live without, but I would just have to figure it out.

“Hey there, beautiful. Let’s get you dressed so we can get you home.” She was all cleaned up and I would make sure she was home and in bed safely before I went home. Then began my own night of agony.

“K,” she muttered, a soft grin on her face.

I had the butler slip in with her things from her locker, though at what point he came, I had no clue. Her bag sat discretely next to the door, and I was happy to see she had packed something comfortable to return home in.

After slipping her into her leggings and t-shirt, I slipped into my clothes and sat next to her with some water, helping her sit up. “Here, you need to drink and eat something. Someone will think I drugged you,” I laughed.

“You did something alright,” she nudged me lightly.

She drank most of the water and eagerly ate the snacks I passed her. “Holy hell, I didn’t know it could be like that.”

“Like I said, you needed someone that knew what they were doing.” I winked at her, taking care of her trash and passed her another bottle of water. “Drink, my beautiful temptation. Then I am going to take you home.”

“Like hell you are.”

“Like hell I’m not. I’m not letting you go home alone in this state. I’m making sure you make it to your door. Nothing more. I won’t even come in, okay?”

“It’s not that,” she started, but I held up my hand.

“It’s fine. We all have our secrets and they don’t have to go beyond these doors. But I can’t leave you like this. Please, understand.”

“Okay. But the masks stay on.”

“Fair enough.”

I led her through the door and to the waiting Uber, the silence deafening as we wound our way through the streets toward the upper end of town. I wanted to say something. Anything. But what did you say after a night like that? Nothing seemed good enough and at the same time, saying nothing seemed lame.

“I-”

“I-”

We both started speaking at the same time, and started to laugh.

“Thank you for a great night,” she looked down at her fingers.

I reached across the seat, taking her hand, waiting until she looked up at me. “It is I who should thank you. This night has meant everything.”

She blushed and looked away as the car came to a stop.

“Will I see you again?” she asked.

“I’m sure you will see me around.” I had no idea what to say to her, but I didn’t want to tell her no either. The problem was definitely not her, it was me. “Sleep well, my beautiful temptation.”

“You too.”

“Wait for her to get inside,” I told the driver as she dashed from the car and I leaned over to watch her climb the old brownstone steps. She turned and waved just as she opened the door and my stomach plummeted at the sight of the house in front of me.

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