My core pulsed. Dirty thoughts ran through my mind, and I found myself lifting the blanket. "You must be cold. Even if you don't take the mask off, come lay with me. We can share warmth."
Michael stood. He was wearing the blue jumpsuit. That couldn't be comfortable. My mouth filled with moisture. I sat up on my knees and crawled to the edge of the bed. I grabbed his suit and pulled him closer to the bed.
I ran my hand along his erection. I went for the zipper on his suit and pulled it down, exposing his chest and boxers. Was this the same man who had been texting me? The one that came to my room and took my virginity while keeping me tied up? The one with my name tattooed on his hip?
Michael fisted my hair, and I took it as encouragement to keep moving. I continued exploring, tugging the suit down. When it reached his hips, he began to pet my hair, and although he'd yet to speak, I knew what he wanted from me.I needed to be a good girl and suck his cock.
My fingers curled around the elastic of his boxers, and with one quick motion, I tugged down, exposing his hard mast, and the tattoo two inches to the right of it.
Laney.
If this wasn't Moth, who else could it be?I closed my eyes and tried to think, but pain shot through my head and words were screamed at me.
Priest is the monster! Michael is your savior!
I looked up at the masked figure, and desire pooled in my belly. I'd do anything for Michael. I loved him.
Michael gripped my hair and urged me toward his cock, standing at attention. I opened my mouth and kept my eyes upward, watching his blank, white face. Was I being a good girl?
His cock was warm and massive in my mouth. I spread my lips further apart and tried to relax my jaw and throat to take more of him in. I wanted to take every last bit of him into my throat. The scent of his cologne filled my nostrils, making for an intense feeling of need and want. When I finally got down to the base, Michael tugged on my hair, pulling me back, almost to the tip, and then pushing me back down. Understanding what he wanted, I moved, swirling my tongue around and sucking his cock as I moved up and down, taking him in and out as far as I could.
My core ached from need, and I wanted to stop so that I could take his cock into my greedy pussy, but I was enjoying the feeling of him inside my mouth too much to do anything but continue sucking.Michael's cock pulsed as I worked it, and he began to thrust his hips, driving himself deeper down my throat.
I looked up at him, begging him to tell me I was doing what he wanted. A moan, a whisper, a growl, anything to show me I was doing this right, but nothing came from the masked figure. Instead, he cupped my face. It was a tender gesture that only made me want to please him more. I drove on, now determined to have him fill my throat with his cum.
I thought about the character in my manuscript, and how she could only dream to be living such a fantasy as I was right now and then Michael threw his head back and shoved my head deep onto his cock. Hot spurts of liquid burst inside my mouth, and I swallowed every last drop.
Michael pet my hair as I did so and finally let me go. I satback on my knees and looked up to him for some sort of praise. He pinched my chin softly and urged me to lie down. Michael removed everything but his mask and joined me in bed. He pulled me into his warm body and trailed his hands down mine.
My legs parted as his hands came closer, but he shook his head and continued teasing me, getting just close enough to make me scream for more, but pulling back to not allow me release. He did that until his cock rose again, and the moment he was at full mast, he flipped me over onto my back as if I weighed nothing and climbed on top of me, pushing himself between my legs.
Michael tore my panties off, discarding the torn rags on the floor, and without a single word, shifted and then shoved his cock into my wet and wanting pussy.I cried out as the pain mixed with pleasure. He was so large, and I felt so full. He thrust into me, ignoring my screams and tears as I tried to manage all the feelings flooding through my body with each of his thrusts. He reached under my nightgown and pinched my nipples, going harder and harder.
"It hurts!" I whimpered, but he continued to pinch. Tears streamed down my face and my body wound so tight. It was then that I realized why he was intentionally hurting me. I had to relax.
Forcing my body to unclench and my thighs to fall open wider, Michael began letting pressure off my breasts and soon turned to massaging my breasts. My cries turned to moans as I closed my eyes and focused on the good feeling.
I couldn't believe myself. For the third time this week, I was allowing an unknown man inside me, without protection, and he was making me feel... good.
I began to roll my hips as pleasure rose. Michael ground against me, his fingers strumming my clit as he thrust. He lifted my legs in the air and then moved from my clit to presson my mound, and suddenly I exploded. My body gushed as my orgasm overtook me. Michael's cock pushed against something deep inside me, causing my legs to shake as floods of pleasure rushed through my body. He waited until I came down and then picked up the pace. I was growing familiar with this now and knew he was going for his orgasm. It didn't take long, and my second explosion came with his. We came together, his seed spilling into me, and as he pulled out to lie beside me, I clenched my thighs together, almost protectively.
I loved this strange man and hoped that this evening, this week would result in more than just a fun story. I wanted his child in my belly.
Rule 44 - Priest
Call in favors when you need to.
Ilay beside her as she slept peacefully.
What the fuck was going on? Moth had me by the balls, and there was nothing I could do about it. I'd gotten Laney out of his horrible room and into bed to rest, but it was too late. Her brain had already been jumbled too much. She thought I was the bad guy.
And Michael made her insanely wet.
I could see it, the struggle her mind was going through as she tried to piece things together. The moment I took my clothes off, she knew who I was. But the brainwashing refused to let her acknowledge it. She was blind to everything that was Priest. As long as I had the mask on, I was Michael, her savior.
After she'd been put in bed, I went to my room, locked the door, and removed the mask. I was unsure of what Moth had intended when he made the deal, so I had to be on the safe side, away from Laney. There was a change in the air as if someone had opened a window, and then suddenly, warmth flooded through my chest, quickly turning to ice. And then, I heard a voice inside my head that chilled me to the bone and sent me flying back to the mask.
"Hello, Priest."
