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Once Mass had concluded she had had a brief mind to stick around and wait for Secondo, but the idea was quickly squashed when she found herself unwilling to face the masses of Siblings now seeking her out with questions about her little display.
Making a speedy retreat back in the direction of her room yielded no relief however when she realized that her friends would soon be at her door, given that their rooms were in such close proximity.
In a split-second decision she quickly pivoted to head down the stairway farthest from the main hall where all of the post-mass traffic would be and found herself at the door leading to the south garden.
Pushing her way past the heavy wood, she darted out into the courtyard and made a beeline for one of the low stone walls situated behind the tallest part of the hedges.
Taking a deep steadying breath she surveyed her surroundings, noting with relief that she was largely out of sight of all of the windows save for the third floor ones- and given the fact that this garden held very few of the solar lights that usually outlined the pathways, she knew that she would be very hard to spot even from above in such darkness.
Feeling the adrenaline draining from her once more, she allowed herself a moment to sink down and lay on the stone bench nearest to the wall, hands moving up to press down over her eyes as she took in the full measure of the events that had unfolded.
While she knew that she truly didn’t regret what she had done, she knew that she was going to be under an absolute microscope for the foreseeable future.
It wasn’t at all uncommon for senior members of the clergy to take lovers within the congregation, obviously.
She had just never expected to be in that coveted position herself- much less for her ascent to be so public.
Letting out a soft groan, she moved her hands down to rest on her stomach, staring up at the stars as Secondo’s handsome face once again took up residence at the forefront of her mind.
What’s done is done.
The thought eased her nerves greatly as she realized that the hard part was over.
She had shown the extent of her new devotion exactly as he had instructed and now she was free.
Free to be his captive.
The accompanying thought brought a blushing grin to her face and she closed her eyes once more, replaying the pleased look on his face over and over.
She had shown him she wasn’t afraid to be his and he had been proud of her.
Pressing her thighs together, she let out a happy little sigh that was almost immediately cut short by the unexpected pressure of a large weight bearing down on her torso.
Her eyes flew open to look down at the heavy hand pressing into her middle when a second hand reached down to cover her mouth, muffling her startled yelp and forcing the back of her skull firmly against the cool stone of the bench.
“Shhhhh, little sinner- it’s only me. Don’t make a fuss unless you want to be found after all.”
Her wide eyes darted up to see Secondo’s painted face looming high above where she lay and she gave him a muffled sigh and nod, prompting him to remove the hand from her mouth.
At her attempt to sit up, however, his hand on her torso did not yield.
Puzzled eyes sought his face again only to find that his gaze did not meet hers.
He was instead focused on her bare legs and the hem of her habit that had ridden up some where she lay.
“Papa-”
His free hand again moved back to her face, gripping her jaw and almost absently running his gloved thumb over her lips, silencing her once more as the hand on her abdomen lifted to begin bunching up the material of her dress.
While he loomed over her to get a better look at the flesh he continued to uncover, the somewhat scratchy material of his tailored pants made contact with her face, causing her to belatedly realize that sometime after the mass concluded he had ditched his cumbersome robes before seeking her out.
Feeling a sudden coolness on her lower half, she arched her neck to look down at what he was up to, only to realize that he had finally succeeded in hiking up the front of her habit, exposing her purple cotton panties fully to the night sky.
She let out a noise of protest, her face heating with embarrassment as she tried quickly to wriggle out from under his iron grip, grateful that the back of her dress was still pinned beneath her bottom.
Above her, Secondo clicked his tongue in disapproval, flattening the hand that held her dress up and forcing her movements to still.
“ Ragazzaccia , trying to undo my work after such a long day- waiting around to have you just to myself.”
Despite his scolding, he could do little to keep the amusement out of his voice as the leather of his fingertips drummed against the exposed flesh of her stomach.
“This purple color again- we’ll have to get you a few pairs in green. And oh, what is this , little sinner?”
His hand abandoned the now wrinkled hem of her habit to slide up to the crux of her thighs, which she couldn’t help but clench shut.
At being denied his prize, Secondo gave her a low noise of warning, his eyes narrowing down at her face until she conceded, opening her legs shyly once more.
His gaze found what he had spotted previously and a grin lifted his lips once more as he focused on the large damp spot in the center of the soft lavender fabric.
She covered her face as he spoke, the new, teasing note in his velvety voice almost too much for her to bear even as his fingers ghosted over the wet material, now gone cold in the exposed air.
“A bad, bad girl like I thought- getting so riled up during an important mass. I bet you couldn’t even tell me one sermon that was given its due today.”
He cupped his hand between her legs, the thickness of his middle finger tracing up and down along the center and pressing for lingering moments against the spot most saturated.
“Isn’t that true, il mio piccolo peccatore ?” He cooed down at her.
“Were you so focused on your single task that you completely forgot to listen to the clergy’s words on the benefits of sin?”
Using both of his hands, he reached up to part her thighs wider, his grip on her soft flesh hard and cruel as he stared down with dark satisfaction at how exposed he was leaving her, even as she reached up to tug desperately at his arms and the hem of her dress.
“Papa, please- I don’t want anyone upstairs to see me-”
“Unless you can tell me which cardinal sin was the subject of today’s main sermon I am going to rip those panties right off of you and march you back through those halls with them stuffed into your mouth.”
“Papa NO! I- I don’t remember- I can’t-”
He continued his mocking onslaught over her flailing protests, volume increasing until she worried that he would instead summon the entire congregation to the garden just to witness her shame right then and there.
“Then it sounds like this is the third and final time that you haven’t been fit to give me what I’m looking for-”
At his words she let out a frantic, high-pitched whine before gripping his legs and opening her mouth to press the entire length of her tongue against the front of his pants.
She barely registered the sudden silence above her, knowing only that he made no move to stop her as she began to heatedly lap at the material, feeling his cock stirring just beneath its surface.
In that moment, all of her frantic thoughts boiled down to one single mantra, repeated over and over again.
Please, please please please-
After a few moments, he began to rock against her face, rubbing the now- damp material encasing his growing bulge firmly against her lips and making her want to cry with relief.
Snaking a hand down, he gently nudged her away from his crotch for a moment- just long enough to undo the front of his pants and to finally, finally free his heavy length from its confines.
Secondo wrapped one of his gloved hands around his cock, but before he could even give it one full stroke, her lips and tongue were already fighting his grip for purchase, pressing against whatever heated flesh she could access around the leather until he chuckled above her and finally let his hand fall away.
She arched her neck up quickly to run her tongue along his cock in eager stripes, so happy to finally be tasting him that her previous anxieties were forgotten.
All she cared about in that moment was pleasing him- making him want her and making him believe that she was good enough to be right there under him where she belonged.
Standing above her, Secondo watched her work with growing arousal- made evident by every throb of his cock against her eager tongue.
His gaze wandered up once more to her splayed thighs and he considered resuming his previous attentions until one of her hands slid up his thigh to cup his balls, causing him to jump slightly.
A rumbling note of approval left his lips as he finally took pity on the strain her neck must be feeling and took a step back out of reach of her mouth.
He watched the desperation resume its place in her eyes once more as she wriggled up the bench to reach him, her head dropping off the end of the bench.
“Papa, please. Please let me…”
A new and needy note had entered her voice and a spark of sudden devilry lit behind his white iris as his hand came down between her breasts, stilling her movements once more.
“Shhhh, little sinner, settle now. So che vuoi essere buono - you are a good girl for me, yes?”
She nodded frantically in response, seeing the way the shadows seemed to be creeping in and making the look he was giving her even more sinister- but no longer caring about what that could mean for her.
He nodded and reached down to stroke her face, prompting her to immediately lean into the soft leather, her eyes drifting closed until a moment later when she heard the clink of his belt as he forced his pants the rest of the way down, hungrily drinking in the sight of his naked thighs.
Once again she moved to sit up and once again she was held immobile as he spoke above her.
“No no, piccolina - I made you a promise and those I always keep. I said I was going to use your mouth and- well perhaps that was a bit of a lie. What I actually intend to use is your throat .”
She licked her suddenly dry lips as she took in the full shape and size of him, worrying for the first time if she would really be able to live up to the ideal in her fantasies.
He crouched down to speak beside her ear, knowing full well the effect his velvety voice so close was having on her as he watched her body tremble at his words.
“You can do it, can’t you mia brava ragazza ? You want to make your Papa feel good- feel proud of you?”
Before she could nod he closed his teeth around the shell of her ear, eliciting a gasp.
“I saw what you wanted while you were sitting there in mass, grinding your wet little pussy against the pew. I know because the devil is in all of us and he knows that what you want more than anything is to make your daddy proud .”
His eyes caught movement as her hips suddenly jerked at his words, despite her protesting squeak and despite her embarrassment, she knew he had her right where he wanted her.
Secondo smiled against her ear, cooing a teasing little “ Ye-es ” at her denial and reaching a hand up to wrap around her throat, giving it an almost tender squeeze before rising up.
“That’s my girl.”
Standing so that his thighs were on either side of her head, he cupped the back of her skull and gripped his cock, lining himself up just right at her lips.
Trembling beneath him, she knew now that she was foolish to think that the hardest part of this whole endeavor had been lowering herself before a crowd- now instead she would have to make good on her actions and just hope that she would survive the consequences of her desires.
A tap of the thick head of his cock against her lips and she took a deep breath in through her nose before opening her mouth wide and granting him the access he had been waiting for.
Crouching over her, Secondo slid his cock into her mouth and his aching relief was almost immediately cut short by the resistance he felt when he tried to glide in deeper.
Shifting his angle, he backed out a touch and then made his way forward once more- and was punished again, this time by the pinpricks of her nails against his thighs as she began to panic at the loss of air from his intrusion.
She scrambled under him, unused to this position and certainly out of practice at pacing her breathing.
Tears of both fear and shame welled in her eyes as he dragged himself laboriously back out of her mouth.
Before she could offer an apology or beg for just a moment to adjust, he was pressing a tender kiss to her forehead and muttering a soft command in what might have been latin.
In an instant she felt her body relax and it was as though she had been struck dumb.
She found that she could raise her arms, but the movements were slow and dreamy- her thoughts were suddenly muddled and hard to hang onto.
As he smiled down at her, she could hardly do more than grin stupidly back, reassured by his tenderness even as he once again took hold of the back of her head and lined himself up once more.
This time his entry was not a slow advance.
With two quick strokes he was buried all the way to the hilt in her throat and the groan of satisfaction he let out above her was the most obscene thing she had ever heard.
Her eyes belatedly widened as she slowly realized she couldn’t breathe and numbly raised her hands to once more grip his thighs- only to be blocked when he gripped her hands in his.
A disconnected panic attempted to spread through her body, but it was as though she was trying to recall a worry she had had in a dream the night before.
The panic was then lessened further as Secondo began to move, dragging his cock back out almost all of the way before slamming it back in and setting a rough pace, forcing squeaking little gurgles out past her lips all the while.
This was what I wanted was her dreamy thought as she allowed her eyes to drift closed, not yet feeling any pain as he thrusted around her shallow breaths.
He’s using me. He wants me and he’s using me to feel good.
Crouched low over her prone body as he continued to fuck deep into her throat, Secondo panted as wave after wave of pleasure rippled its way up his cock.
This wasn’t the first time he had had to use the tranquillitas command in a pinch when it came to sex- and while its very existence and design might be considered dubious by some, that was just a talk that the two of them were going to have to have later.
Right now he was set on making damn sure that this particular Sister of Sin would have no lingering delusions about who he was or what kind of man he could be should the mood strike him.
Azioni sporche davvero was his rueful thought as he reached a hand out to finally tear the soaked panties off of her, barely breaking his rhythm as he did so.
Another obscene groan of his joined the wet sounds of his thrusts in the calm night air as he allowed himself the satisfaction of finally seeing his lover’s dripping pussy fully exposed to the night sky.
With a particularly brutal snap of his hips, he held his cock deep in her throat, straightening up and running his fingertips over the lovely bulge he created in her neck.
“If you’re going to belong to me, piccolina - you’re going to do what pleases me. You’re going to give up whatever control you think you have if it makes me happy. Or hard.”
He grinned, lacing his fingers through hers as she brought her hands up slowly once more to signal that she was running out of air.
“I know, brava ragazza - You’re doing so good for me, so I’ll continue quickly. I can be a mean man just like you can be a timid little people pleaser. Each role has its uses- but it is not all that we are. You showed more than just one side to yourself that first day in the library when you dared to yell at me and then obeyed my command without a thought.”
Her eyes began to water as the edges of her vision began to grow black, focused as she was on his every word over the pounding of her heart in her ears.
She knew part of this was pleasure for him and part of it was so that he would have her full attention.
“I want you to willingly give up control to me. I want you to trust that I’ll bring you through because I believe that is the only part of you that has yet to be seen or corrupted. And that is what my role is all about, tesoro. Corruption. ”
He stood there for a moment longer, gazing down at her with apparent pleasure as she slowly began to black out around his cock.
Just as her hands went limp in his and her vision fully clouded over, he withdrew from her throat and she heard a rumbled “ Tranquillitas- Dimittas.”
Suddenly she was arching up off of the bench to sit doubled over, coughing wetly and massaging her sore throat, her face damp with tears.
He allowed her to regain her composure, giving her space as she came back to herself.
When she finally spoke, her voice was husky and small.
“Why did you do that?”
“You needed help to take me in, piccolina . I could have asked but if you feel shame I want it to be because it brings us both pleasure- not because you think that you cannot do something the way I want it done.”
She blinked back more tears as Secondo reached a hand out to smooth back her hair, his voice low and soothing.
“I am proud of the things you have done so far to please me and I think that we will find a good arrangement together. But I’ll give you this as a chance to end things. If this is too much, you can go.”
With no hesitation, she shook her head.
“I still want you to use me.”
He found that he had to work to keep himself from grinning.
“You’re right that I’ve never given up control fully before and honestly… I think it would be nice to not have to be in the driver’s seat all the time.”
He watched as she took a deep, shaky breath, darting a glance up at the few windows that loomed just above the hedges that concealed the two of them.
All of them were dark but she stilled for a moment and squinted as her eyes caught the movement of what could only be a silhouette in the central window.
She couldn’t tell who it was- only that it had to be one of the only other three people at the abbey gifted with the same single glowing white eye as the man standing beside her.
After a moment’s pause, she turned back to Secondo, pulling her habit off completely and discarding it in the grass alongside the ruined shreds of her panties.
She then laid down once more, the stone of the bench cold on her naked back as she gazed up at his handsome face, delighted at the surprise she saw there.
“If we’re going to get back to it, you’re going to have to spit in my mouth again for some more lubrication- I’m parched.”
“Only my spit, piccolina ? No blood this time?”
“Whatever makes you happy. And hard.”