I tilt the candle further than before, allowing more to drip onto her needy center. “Is that what you wanted?”
She groans the words, “Yes, Daddy. So good.”
She is made for me. Her ability to take pain is otherworldly, but to takemypain is a godsend. She is a heaven no one could have thought to curate—myheaven. And to live without her would be hell.
The red wax hardens against her skin, and her reddened ass sends me. I can’t contain my urge to touch her any longer as I admire my work. It’s becoming a punishment for me, backfiring, and I can’t live in hell any longer.
Disposing of the candle, I place the head of my penis against her opening and push my way into her silky center. Warm and inviting, she gasps her welcome.
Gripping her hips, I pump into her. She meets me thrust for thrust. Her walls clamp over my cock, and I’m fighting to stay inside her tight hole.
I run a hand up the hardened wax and flick her hair forward over her shoulder. Grabbing the back of her neck, I slam her down on me, forcing her to meet the base of my cock.
Flesh on flesh echoes throughout the sacrament, and I can already feel myself getting close. I pull out slightly, leaving the tip in.
I snake one hand around her throat, and with the other, I wrap around her waist, holding her tightly to me. I bury my face into her neck, kissing her throat. In a hoarse pant, I ask, “Does that make you feel good? To know that mere seconds inside of you is all I can last before you’re about to have me come?”
She chuckles. Proud of herself, she says, “Yeah. I always knew you didn’t stand a chance against me. Glad you’re finally realizing it.”
“Oh really? Hmph. Alright, then. But just remember”—I thrust hard. I tighten my hand around her throat, cutting off her oxygen—“the only reason you’re still breathing is because I allow it. I am the only god you pray to. You will atone, and I will enjoy each and every lesson I give you. But of them all.” I bury myself into her again. Goose bumps rise along her back. She shudders when I say, “This one might be my favorite.”
This woman is my undoing. A dark angel sent to tempt me. I can’t let her win.
I slam into her, and she screams at my thrust. She’s gasping for air, and her grip tightens on the cross, turning her knuckles white. The hold she has on my dick tells me she’s about to come. I release her neck to let her breathe.
She gasps for air. Not a second later, she’s shuddering against me, crying out for her god.
Her walls unclench as she comes down, but I won’t let her get away that easy. I keep thrusting and rub her clit. The grip on my dick tightens, and she’s climbing toward another orgasm. I hold her tighter as she spasms around me.
“Don’t you dare let go of that cross,” I growl. “There will be no mercy for a wicked angel like you.”
My words have her crying out for me. “Oh god. Daddy, I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I’ll be good.”
I slow down and let my hands roam over her breasts, pinching and tugging her nipple.
She hisses.
“Aw.” I kiss her back. “What happened to all that attitude, baby girl?”
“Mmm.”
Her moan comes out as a whimper.
“Give me one more.”
She shakes her head and sobs. “I can’t.”
“I want one more, and you’re going to give it to me.”
I scoop her up in my arms. Bridal-style, I carry her to the table in front of the altar. I lay her down and grab another candle, letting the wax drip lazily over her breasts. As the hot wax hits her sensitive nipple, she moans.
“Oh, why does that feel so good? Mmm, fuck, Daddy.”
Moving from her breast to her stomach, I write in wax. Branding a declaration, a promise and a threat all in one word into her skin.
Jay lifts her head and reads the bright red letters, “Mine.”
“Exactly.” I cover her body and lower my head to her neck.
