Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“Maybe I should just tell her what a naughty little girl her daughter really is,” I threatened.
“You can’t…” she said, her eyes wide in shock. “You’re a priest.”
“You’re right, I’m a man of God and still you swear at me, and you argue with me. Maybe you should try getting on your knees and worshiping me instead?”
I let go of her throat and placed my hand on her head, gently pushing down, guiding her to her knees.
God, she looked so good, my little angel on her knees, ready to serve. My cock had been rock-hard since she spread her legs for me under the table, but now it was like steel, and I needed to feel those plump lips on it, now.
“Open, and stick out your tongue,” I ordered, as I slid my zipper down and freed my cock for her.
She did exactly as I commanded. Her green eyes looked up at me with a mixture of anger and need. She really was the perfect woman for my plans. So obedient, so desperate to please, and there was just so much sexual tension and energy in her that all I had to do was coax it out.
I placed my cock on her tongue, enjoying the feeling of her hot breath against my sensitive head before I wrapped my fist in her hair and guided her to take all of it.
A kinder man would have let her get used to the size, or at the very least let her take it down her throat at her own pace. I was not a kind man. And while eventually I may grant her the time and freedom to explore my cock at her leisure, this wasn’t about her education or her satisfaction. That would come later, if she behaved. This was about her obedience and teaching her a lesson.
She had talked back to me, so I was going to show her what her mouth was really good for.
She coughed and choked a little as I pushed my cock to the very back of her throat and held it there. Her hands went to my thighs and tried to push me away.
“Stop,” I ordered. And her entire body stilled as she looked up at me. “Take it. Don’t fight it, accept it.”
I could feel her throat relaxing around my cock while her hands let go of my pant legs and instead just rested there, almost bracing herself against my thighs for balance.
Those gorgeous green eyes were still staring up at me.
“Do you want to be my good little angel?” I asked, only a little taunting in my voice.
Her head nodded, still mostly pinned in place by my cock down her throat, her eyes watering as she struggled. I pulled out and took a step back, watching as she collapsed on the floor, coughing and gasping for air.
“Answer the question,” I demanded, taking my cock in my hand and stroking it, using her spit as lube.
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Yes, what?”
She looked at me, eyes wide, like she couldn’t believe I was going to make her say it.
“Yes, sir?” she asked, a little too hopeful.
“Do I look like I’m wearing a suit and tie to you?”
“Yes, Father,” she corrected, her cheeks reddening as she glanced down at the floor.
“Good girl,” I said, stroking her hair before shoving my cock back in her face. “Now suck like your forgiveness and my silence depend on it, because they do.”
Like the good girl she wanted to be, she said nothing. She didn’t argue or ask questions or even beg. Her hands went back to my thighs, and she took my cock back down her throat and sucked, working her lips up and down my shaft, even her tongue knowing to massage the underside of my cock.
She was a little awkward at first, which told me she had never done this before, but she was a natural. It only took her a few passes to get used to how to relax her gag reflex and time her breathing between thrusts.
But this wasn’t supposed to be fun for her, this was supposed to be a punishment. The only people allowed to enjoy punishments were the ones dealing them out. I wrapped my hands in her hair, pulling tight enough that she winced and then I held her head in place as I thrust in her mouth.
To her credit, she still didn’t complain. She held on and took it like I knew she would. She relaxed into it, tilting her head a little so my thrust went deeper down her throat, and one of her hands moved from my thigh to in between hers.
“Do not touch yourself,” I ordered. “No one touches that pussy but me. No one pleasures you or takes pleasure from you but me.”
Obediently, her hand went back to my thigh as I fucked her face even harder. Punishing her for even daring to think that she could touch herself anymore.