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You could hear heavy steps coming down the hall, the heel of Secondos shoes striking harsh against the floors.
He's pissed. You knew better than to ask why.
The door swings open and hits the wall. You look up to see him using his foot to slam it closed again. His eyes immediately find yours and makes his way to you. He was in his papal paint, menacing as usual, the dim lighting of his office didn't help.
"Papa?" He says nothing as he comes towards you, his hands quickly finding your shoulders. Secondos chest heaves as the grip on you tightens almost painfully.
"Behave." As soon as the word leave his mouth he pushes you into the oak slab. His arm slides infront of you, tossing everything in sight to the floor. Secondo growls in your ear as he ruts against your ass, his hands squeezing and groping up your body. He rips your veil off and throws it to the floor.
You moan as his teeth sink into the newfound skin, a gasp as his palm cracks against your ass. Secondo pushes your habit up to your waist and tears your panties off. He frantically pulls up his own robes and pushes you down until you've arched your back.
You barely acknowledge the head of his cock swiping against your pussy before it pushes into you roughly. His hips snap forward as you cry out. "Papa-!"
Secondo places his hand to your head, smashing your face into the desk. The desk lamp falls. His other hand grips your waist tightly, pulling you back onto his cock with each thrust. You hiss at the stretch and stand on your toes to lessen it, earning a deep groan.
Papa leans over you, his chest pressing against your back. Your feet could no longer touch the floor as he kicked your knees apart.
"This isn't for you to enjoy." His gruff voice gravelly with lust fills your ear.
Bruises be damned, you loved when he took you like this. His thighs slapping against the meat of your ass almost painfully as he drilled into your hole. That's what you were to him, something to use and fill. He's pounding into you and all you can do is take it.
"Papa- Pa-" Your pitiful moans become annoying to his ears. He bears his teeth and releases your nape. Before you can catch your breath his fingers shove into your mouth and press against your tongue. They curl down, his thumb digs into the bottom of your chin.
His mouth presses to your ear.
"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." Each word punctuated with a harsh thrust, slamming the desk a little more back each time. The fingers in your mouth pull with every drive of his hips as if he wanted to pry your mouth apart.
You let your head fall back as far as it can and wail as his cock fills you.
"Fucking take it" He's panting against you, hand clumsily gripping and pulling anything he can. You could feel his balls slap against your clit with every drive, you're dripping at this point.
"Please, please" His lips twitch into a smirk at your mindless babbling. "Youre begging, but you don't even know what for." He cages you in with his body, fucking you so hard the air punches from your lungs. Your eyes roll back as your body clenches and throbs around him. Papa snarls as his hips stutter briefly. The hand in your mouth tightens painfully, you could care less.
"No good cock whore.."
You feel his weight let off your back and clench around him with a moan. Secondo gnaws at his lip watching as his dick slides in and out of you. In an instant you're on your back with his face inches from your own.
His gaze burns into your eyes as his face twists into a smile.
You squirm and hiss as his fingers find your throbbing clit. "You wanted to cum? Do it again." You barely have enough time to catch your breath before he pulls you onto him once more. His mouth latches to your neck as his thrusts become more frantic. You feel his free hand fumble to your lower stomach, bunching your habit further to reveal your abdomen, his hand quickly finding it's place.He pants into you, pressing hard enough to feel his cock through you.
"Cum. Cum for me stupida puttana" He coaxes you through another orgasm as your legs tighten around his waist.
Your mouth opens in a silent cry as your body convulses around him. "Papa-" His name was on your tongue like a prayer.
The sight of you cumming on his cock alone made his eyes roll into his skull. You feel his fist hit the desk and then his cock kicking.His weight drops onto you, his hips still rolling in slow abortive thrusts.You let your head thunk as it falls back to catch your breath.
Not bothering looking, your palms find his face and pat it softly. The pair of you lay there, trying to collect your bearings. Papa barely lifts his body enough to pull out, dick slipping with a squelch.
"You're so good to me" He hums into your chest. You sit up on your elbows, eyes finding his mitre on the floor, fallen off long ago, papers no longer in their piles. You clear your throat still having a slight rasp as you speak.
"Are you feeling better Papa?" He raises his head "Very much needed, cara" Secondo rises to full height with a groan as he tucks himself away. As you stand he pulls down your habit til it's modest. He presses a chaste kiss to your forehead before stepping away.
"My chambers tonight." An order. And with that he picks his mitre up and places it atop his head.
You couldn't wait.