He presses it against my center. "What is that?" I manage to ask, my voice trembling with a mix of confusion and arousal, as his hand hovers at my entrance, the tip of the toy teasing my slick folds.
"A warm-up," He replies, the smugness in his tone almost palpable. "I’ll stop once you’re done with your prayer."
"Stop wha—"
Before I can finish, he slides the toy into me. The sensation overwhelms me, and a moan spills from my lips. My body arches instinctively from the sensation. The binds hold me firm, leaving me no choice but to take it, to revel in the mixture of pleasure and restraint.
A gasp escapes me as Roman begins to move the toy, dragging it out slowly, teasing my entrance before driving it back in, each thrust a deliberate, torturous stroke. "Fuck," I moan, my voice trembling with pleasure as his other hand finds my clit, the sensation sending jolts of ecstasy through my body.
Roman drives the toy in and out of me, his fingers skillfully circling my clit, sending sharp waves of pleasure coursing through my body. My legs tremble under the strain as he pushes the toy deeper, harder, faster, each thrust a deliberate assault on my senses.
"Will your tight little pussy enjoy my cock as much as this?" Roman's voice cuts through the fog of pleasure, painful desire lacing every word, his tone a possessive growl.
"W-Well, let’s see, Father," I manage to smirk, though my voice quivers with the effort. "Will I finish my prayer or cum all over your little toy before you get the chance to feel me on your own cock?"
He drives the toy into me with a force that makes my entire body jerk. The slick sound of my own arousal echoes in the room, each wet thrust sending ripples of exhilaration through me.
"Start your prayer," He hisses, the command sharp and edged with something savage. "Or I’ll make you choke on me while I drive this into your pretty cunt."
I can’t take much more, my pride teetering on the brink as gasps and moans escape me with every breath. My body is aflame, every nerve ending alive.
"Hail Mary, full of grace—" I begin, the words tumbling out in a desperate attempt to comply, but they catch in my throat as he pumps the toy harder, faster, the rhythm relentless.
"Don’t stop.”
"The Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou amongst women—" My voice falters as he yanks the toy free, leaving me gasping, only for his fingers to plunge into me, working me even harder. His fingers curl inside me, hitting that spot I love so much with ruthless precision, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my core. When my moans replace the words, his hand strikes my ass, the sharp sting pulling me back from the edge.
"Keep going."
"And blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners—" The prayer is barely coherent now, my voice trembling as I try to hold on to the last thread of control.
"Now, and at the hour of our d-death—" My words break off as he curls his fingers just right, and I bury my scream into his pillow, my release crashing through me with a force that leavesme breathless. My wetness gushes onto his hand, and before I can catch my breath, his mouth is on me, his tongue replacing his fingers, greedily lapping up every drop of my orgasm.
Even after I’ve finished, Roman continues to devour me, his tongue working me through every last tremor of pleasure until my body is spent, quivering beneath his touch. After a few more agonizing minutes, he finally relents, loosening the binds that have kept me tethered and vulnerable. My body slumps into the mattress, every muscle trembling, struggling to stop the shakes that ripple through me.
He pulls the blindfold from my eyes, and I blink against the light, my breath ragged as I lie panting on the sheets. I turn my head to look at him, catching sight of the toy resting on his nightstand, a stark reminder of the intensity we’ve just shared.
"That was a warm-up?" I ask, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he meets my gaze.
"It was," He murmurs, his voice low and rough as he grabs my legs, dragging me toward him until I’m settled in his lap.
I can feel the strain of his desire pressing against me, the hard length of him igniting a fresh wave of heat in my core. Instinctively, I begin to roll my hips, savoring the friction as his hands clamp down on my thighs, holding me in place with a possessive grip.
"Afternoon Mass starts in thirty, and we both need to get ready," He sighs, though there’s a reluctance in his voice that tells me he’s fighting his own urges. "Besides, you're still not ready for all of me," He whispers, his words a tantalizing challenge.
My gaze drops to his lips, where a small trail of blood mars the perfection of his mouth. Without thinking, I reach up, wipingit clean with my thumb. But when I glance toward the toy on the nightstand, my heart skips a beat. A smear of blood marks its base, and embarrassment floods through me.
"Your body wasn't prepared for how hard I went," He whispers, his voice dark and steady. "And I’d be lying if I said what I would’ve done with my cock would have been any less bloody."
His words aren’t meant to soothe; they’re a warning, an attempt to scare me away, but I hold my ground, refusing to let fear take root.
"You don’t scare me Roman," I whisper, leaning in, ready to claim his lips with my own.
"I wish I did, for your own sake," He snaps, his voice edged with frustration as he places his thumb on my lips, silencing me before I can kiss him. "You need a safe word. You tore from how hard I went, and you didn’t stop me."
"I like the pain," I admit, a confession that sends a shiver of satisfaction through me, but he shakes his head, his expression serious.
"You say that now. Just think of a word..." His voice trails off as his gaze drops to my lips, his jaw clenching with the effort to maintain control.
