Page 31 of Holy Hearts


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Walking over to where she’s sitting, I stop a few inches away and place my hands in the pockets of my pants. My already-hard cock is at face level for her.

“Suck.”

Vivienne goes still. “And this will forgive my sins?”

I cock my head as I look down at her. “We’ll see. I might want to assign another penance.”

She moans and reaches for my zipper. “I worship you, Father.”

“Yeah? You want your face fucked like you’re an offering to God himself?”

Humming, she pulls my cock out and wraps her mouth around it. I fist her hair and guide her all the way back until she gags.

She knows the safe words—verbal and nonverbal.

I’mverystrict about them, and since she’s been in the lifestyle much longer than me, I trust her to use them.

“Such a good, faithful servant.”

“Yes, Father,” she murmurs around my shaft, using her hand to stroke me.

I groan and let my head fall back. “Fuck.”

“I want your cum, Father. I need it,” she says, gagging when I push myself all the way to the back of her throat.

“I know you do.”

“Please.”

It’s so quiet here… something I’ve come to appreciate. I don’t take submissives back to my apartment, and unless I’m here, at Inferno,I can’t chance anyone seeing us out in public.

Like I said… this is my safe space where I can play uninhibited.

Only Orion, the owner and my youngest brother, knows how much time I spend here.

A few years ago—after discovering my ironic worship kink, thanks to a woman I was dating—I decided to keep the experience as authentic as possible and keep all play here, in a room that’s identical to my office at Saint Helena.

No one else knows, and no one ever will. Not with the ironclad NDA all the women sign.

So every few weeks, I cycle in a new submissive who seeks moral guidance from a real-life pastor, confessing her misdeeds and accepting the discipline I deem necessary.

You’d be surprised how many people have religious kinks…

“You want me to come down your throat as a sign of your devotion?”

Tears stream down Vivienne’s face as she nods up at me, her mouth full of my cock.

“Fuck yes,” I tell her, gripping the back of her short, dark hair as I pump into the back of her throat.

My mouth drops open just as my phone starts ringing.

“Keep going,” I growl, feeling my balls start to draw up. “I’m close, and you still need to complete your penance.”

She groans and uses her free hand to cup my balls, and as I sharply inhale, my phone goes off again.

“Fuck,” I mutter, pulling out of Vivienne’s mouth to lean over the desk.

Julian’s name flashes over the screen.