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You keep your head bowed down to the floor as he circles you. The tap of his dress shoe stopping at your face. "You're a mess." His shoe comes down, resting on your hair and causing you to turn to the side. The thought of Papa crushing your skull making you whimper.
"You like this don't you?" Secondo sneers down at you, moving his foot side to side as if he were punishing a dog. You feel your cheeks screech against the hardwood. "Thankyou Papa" You speak the best you can through the gag, hearing him hum at the sight you. His foot releases you so he can walk away. You await for the next touch but it never comes. Silence. You knew better than to speak out of turn. A harsh slap to your ass makes you gasp. His hand quickly coming to knead the reddening area.
His tongue licks a stripe along your thigh
before biting you harshly. You feel his lips curls against you with a silent chuckle.
"Thankyou Papa" Secondo hums and slaps again. He wanted you to count.
"One, Thankyou Papa" His other hand slips a finger into you. “You’re fuckin’ soaked, and I've barely touched you. Pathetic." Another slap.
"Two, thankyou Papa"
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You hiss as tears prick your eyes. "Three, thankyou papa." Secondo raises a brow, slowly crooking his finger within in. You panick, you must've miscounted. "We'll have to start over." You whine in retaliation but that doesn't stop him from bringing his palm back down. "One, thankyou Papa" His reign of slaps are insistent, increments of varying numbers.
You'd gotten to twenty at one point but that was long ago. You don't know how many times you've lost count as tears roll down your cheeks.
You barely notice the small toy he slipped into you. Secondo rubs the soreness away, his eyes watching your skin darken with each pass. "Do not make me start over." You spit around the gag. "Thirty-three?" He stays silent, a gentle thumb stroking back and forth at your lower back. You then realize he's waiting for his title. "Thankyou Papa" As the words leave your mouth the toy buzzes to life.
You squirm, trying not to move as much. Papa knew exactly where your favorite spots we're, sly bastard. He toys with the vibrator, pulling it's string and pushing it back in with his gloved finger.
Secondo spits on your back, watching as the saliva slides down your spine.
You feel the vibrator slow to pulses instead of constant vibrations. He watches you slump with relief, twitching with each pulse.
"Don't you dare even think about cumming. Do you understand?" You close your eyes to gather your thoughts "Yes Papa" He grunts "Behave." in response and then the door clicks shut.
You knew better than to move from this position, bound or not. You tried to think of anything to not finish yourself off, dinner plans, clergy chores, mass later tonight, Secondo, oh fuck. The thought of Him almost sending you over the edge. He'd know, he always did. You try to clench your thighs from the position but it's futile. As if he could read your mind the vibrator speeds up, your body struggling to hold itself. This was a test you we're bound to fail and he knew it. Another strong pulse and you're drooling and panting as your chest touches the floor.
And then it stops altogether, leaving your thighs a cold slick mess. Just as you think you're in the clear- It starts again. You take a deep breath trying to steady yourself.
You don't know how long you've been on your knees or how long the buzz has been in your ears. Your thighs burn from the position, your cheek sticking to the floor.
You could feel beads of sweat roll down your back as you arched. Secondo laughs at you clenching around nothing. He must've been watching from afar.
"Beg me and I'll make my decision."
"pleasepleasepleaseplease letmecum"
Your muffled cries hitting his ears perfectly, he loves hearing how desperate you get. Finally having enough with your pleading he leans down.
Secondo groans as his fingers graze over you, gathering slick. He steps around to infront and brings his fingers to his mouth. You let out a sound as he licks around each one. Papa takes his time to rid his mitre and pull up his vestments. Drool cascades from the corners of your mouth, heart pounding in your chest. A stifled gasp as his cock springs free. Secondo's chest rises with ego as he wraps your hair in his hand to yank you forward.
Your eyes follow as his dick bobs infront of you before letting it rest at the gag.
"Suck." You give a muffled whine as you nuzzle his cock, leaving trails of pre-cum across your skin.
"Look how bad you want Papa's dick." He taps the gag before bringing his cockhead to your eye. Secondo tightens the grip on your hair.
"I could take you here, turn this eye white like Papa's" You groan, wincing as he slaps the tip against your eyelid before prodding gently. His voice deepens into a husky growl "You'd like that. Letting me use you as I please." He toys with the gag once more, jerking it left to right watching as spit pools onto the floor below.
Papa breathes heavily, the white paint on his face hiding away his flush. You yelp, throwing him out of his thoughts. Your body shuddering and arching as you cry out. Pathetic noises of your orgasm.
Secondo stares as you twitch in aftershocks, a soft click of his tongue as he reaches over you. The weight of his dick resting on your forehead. His fingers pull the still buzzing toy, each small tug making your whole body jolt.
Secondo gives an interesting twitch as he thinks. He stands, remote in hand.
"You wanted to be a little slut and cum?" You feel the vibrations turn up ten fold, making you cry out from overstimulation. He growls. "Then cum."
His finger slowly circles your clit, his touch sending fire across your body. You slump as the semi-orgasms quickly follow. Papa pulls the gag down, he wanted to hear you now. "Secondo….ahh…I…I’m…” you stuttered.
“Fucking cum!” he snarled, slapping your ass. You shuddered through the wracking aftershocks, oversensitivity becoming too much. Secondo hums at you and pulls away once more.
You could wail no longer, weakness taking over. Soft cries of his name turned into senseless babbling. "Please Papa" You didn't know what you were begging for, relief, for him to stop?
You're interrupted when he places both hands on your waist.
He pushes into you slowly, wanting to feel as you stretch around him. Papa bears his teeth as the vibrator slides against his cock head. You moan at the fullness, hands screeching against the floor as you try to ease the pressure.
Papa's hand slaps down on your shoulder and pulls you back onto him. Secondo pants in your ear.
"Get back on my cock." You moan at his words. His length hitting all the right places.
"No good fucking whore." He pressed his chest to your back as you arch impossibly farther. You pulse around him drool escaping from the corners of your mouth. The hand at your hips burns into your overheated skin. Secondo grunts as your hips buck. His body shakes with need, the vibrator doin as much for him as it is for you. His heavy balls drag against your clit with every roll. You push back against him as you clamp down. You climax again, white hot flashes absorbing your vision.
He tightens his grip on you, his patience no more.
Secondo picks up to a brutal pace, a hand pushing your head down for leverage. Your eyes roll back as his dick shifts the vibrator he'd forgotten to turn off.
The slapping sounds of your bodies meeting each other, each moan gets louder and louder with every push of his hips. He was was animalistic, fingers digging so hard he'd tear you apart.
You could hear his lips curl baring his teeth. "Cazzo."
Second's breathing gets heavier and his hips stagger against yours. "Una così brava stronza, prendimi"
With a rough groan of your name, his seed spurts from his twitching cock, filling you entirely. Secondo holds you firmly onto his cock, his tip punched against your cervix. You hear him grunt and the vibrations stop. He stays inside you for a moment, kissing down your back softly. Papa runs his palms up and down your sides soothingly as you both catch your breath.
"molto bene, so good for me." You hum as a response your voice not standing a chance if you spoke. He'd never admit it but you know you're one of his favorites. Secondo peels himself off of you, gently laying you on your side. You feel yourself being pulled into his lap and then his hand brushing the hair from your eyes. "I'll have a ghoul run us a bath, how's that sound?"