by Olivia Fox
“You’re standing me in the corner? Real original.” Tony’s crazy role play had me thinking of nothing but having him inside me, his hands on me however he touched me. I just needed him to make me feel alive.
“Your disobedience to me is disobedience to Christ, Daphne. I am a man of God.” He swept my habit off the ground, lifting it over my hips, “Hold this at your waist and do not drop it.” He bent and dragged my panties to the floor, exposing me.
He turned, approaching his suitcase, removing something from inside. There was a clink of metal, and I swiveled my head to see a leather belt draped over his hands like a priest’s maniple, which represented sorrow and penance.
“You have much to atone for, Sister.” He bent to the floor and picked up my panties again. “Lustful thoughts.” He seized the silky, red fabric between his fingers. “Just see how soaked these are.” He gripped them in front of my eyes, and I detected the faint smell of my arousal on the material. “How many times have I told you, if God is all you have, you have all you need?” He shoved the wet cotton under my nose, “Does this look like your needs are fulfilled?”
Then he smelled the crotch of my undies as if he were sniffing a rose.
I felt a hot blush settle over my cheeks and answered him, “No, Father. I have not met all my desires through Christ.”
“Hands above your head, arch your back, and present yourself to me.” He gripped the ample flesh of my ass, but when I raised my arms, the skirt of my habit fell to the ground.
“Sorry, Father. My skirt won’t stay up if I let go. Should I undress?”
“Hold your skirts and put your nose to the wall. I’ll not be tempted by your thrusting behind, daring me to take you.” I did what he ordered, and when the belt landed with a crack on my ass, my mouth dropped open in a hushed “O” of surprise, and my body jerked away from the pain.
“You are to count for me and call me ‘Father’.”
“One. Forgive me Father for I have sinned.”
Crack!
“Two. I’m sorry, Father.”
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
The blows grew stronger.
Faster.
No time to count in between.
Was he losing control?
“Father, please. That’s five. I can’t count so fast.” The belt burned like a hot stove, but the lingering pain felt good.
Father Antonio’s hand slid down to where I ached for him. “Why are you wet, Sister Daphne? Can you stop sinning in your mind for one moment? Or is it impossible for this little clit to cease crying out for me?” He pinched my swollen and sensitive nub between his fingers.
“Please!” I begged him.
“Please what?”
“Punish me, Father. Make the bad, sinful thoughts go away.”
“Only one way to purge the sin from your flesh—discipline. I’m going to train you until you are ready to confess your wicked fantasies to me. No need to count.”
But I did count.
I mentally marked each lash striping my ass, clenching my thick skirt in my fists, and kissing the wall, “You’ll learn to reveal your sinful thoughts if I have to beat them out of you.” Crack, crack, crack!
Tears leaked from my eyes, and I wondered if he’d lost control, whether I needed to use my safe words.
A sob escaped from my lips, and my punisher covered my mouth with his hand. “Not a word, not a sound from you until you’re ready to tell me every single one of
your evil thoughts.”
I nodded vigorously, so he removed his hand. “I’m ready Father, please, no more belt.”
A delicious shudder passed through me as his palms smoothed over my sore bottom. He pet my hair back from my face and I crawled on hands and knees, ass wiggling, and followed him to the bed where he sat and took a pillow and placed it on the ground beneath him. Pointing to the floor, he indicated I should kneel before him.
He lifted the habit over my head so I was naked, and he kept his vestments on.
“What troubles you, my child? What’s on your mind?” He cupped my face in his hands, and I leaned into his palm, responding to his tender touch.
I fought back a blush and said to him, “I want you to say bad things to me, Father.” I clamped my lips together as if I could take the words back.
He cleared his throat and at that moment, I wanted nothing more than to disrobe him and have my priest in my mouth.
“What sorts of things?”
“Call me filthy names.” Two mango margaritas and a decade’s worth of dirty-talking stories on my kindle made me brave.
The painful yearning in his eyes made him brutal with desire. He grabbed my arms and yanked me towards him, lowering his head to whisper, his hot breath in my ear. “You mean how you’re a slutty little nun wearing those red panties before your priest?”
The breathy moan which came out of my mouth surprised me. “Yes, Father Drago.”
19
Antonio
My dick was so hard it hurt, staring down at the penitent little nun on her knees. She looked up at me, her mouth half open and panting, her lips plump and red with her natural coloring.
“It would seem no matter of prayer would save you from your brazen ways.” I ran my palm down her spine and cupped her sex from behind. “Just as I thought. My cock-hungry Sister in Christ is soaking wet.” I stroked my rigid shaft beneath my robe. “It’s time you serve your master.” Her eyes glued to my lap as I grew even harder. “Be warned, your Lord is very demanding.”
I lowered my head and covered her nipple with my mouth, suckling her. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as the sensation built on her tit, and I stroked her slick, wet heat, making her shiver.
I rose and went to the side table to pour myself a shot of tequila, forcing myself to slow down. The distilled agave burnt my tongue and throat. The urgent need to fuck her would take over if I let it.
Turning towards Sister Daphne, I removed my robe, and left on my trousers, stroking the silky tumble of her hair. “Worship my cock now like the cum hungry princess you are.”
She unzipped me, gripped the base, and lowered her head to its tip so a spill of her brunette silk fell across my lap. Gathering the fall of her tresses, I pulled it away from her face so I could watch as she kissed the fluid which leaked from the head, painting her lips with it like a gloss.
“You enjoy the taste of your priest?”
She moaned as if she found the flavor mouth-watering and spread it over her mouth with her finger.
“You mustn’t tell the other sisters about us. They’d be jealous and wouldn’t understand.”
She sat back on her heels and gazed up at me as one would the crucifix above the altar, in search of answers, mouth half-open.
“Show me how much you want it, my little slut. How far can you take it?” I pulled her to me and didn’t feel an ounce of guilt for using the many hours spent in mass to flush out our fantasy. “This is my body, given for you.”
My erection was heavy in my hand and I couldn’t wait any longer, pulling her to my aching groin by the hair. Instead of complaining about being yanked around, her tormented groan begged me to continue, and she slid her tongue from the base of my shaft, all the way to the tip.
My throat grew husky with desire and I asked, “You like this, don’t you? Me forcing you?”
Her sweet bottom swayed in answer. She made a soft sound, full of need. I shoved a finger into her mouth. Broke the latch she had on my dick and pulled her head backward so she looked into my eyes.
“Lay on your back.” I patted the mattress. “I’m going to slide my entire length down your throat. Your job as my disciple is to receive it all.”
Men obsess about their size, but having a larger than average cock isn’t necessarily a blessing.
The blow jobs I received were a hand and tongue job. I wasn’t complaining, but I’d love to sink the entire length into Daphne’s trap of moist heat.
She said she want
ed to be forced.
“This position will open your throat so you can take all of me. You’re made for this, baby.” I positioned myself over her so the head of my dick just rested on her lips. She slid her pink tongue out to lap at the underside of my erection, and I almost shot my load all over her face.
“Careful now. Do as I tell you, and everything will be fine.”
She couldn’t wait and sucked at the end of me with her mouth, running the tip of her tongue over my seam, which made my groin blaze. Smiling a wicked grin, I reached down and pinched her nipples, bending my legs to sink my erection past her lips, and slid it all the way in.
It was torture. No other way to describe it. I chased agonized delight and sunk back into Daphne’s mouth. Her neck arched back over the mattress and her tits were in front of me, right where I could twist the tips and knead her breasts.
Black tears welled up at the corners of her eyes where her eye makeup was running, making the sight of her ten times as sexy.
My sex-mussed, slutty little Sister.
Time to stop. Or she was getting a mouthful of my salty cum.
I pulled out and her chest rose and fell as she sucked in air, filling her lungs after their extended deprivation.
“That doesn’t count as worship, now does it?” I asked.
She shook her head.
“You’re going to work harder to prove yourself my cock devotee. But you know that, don’t you?”
My sweet, sweaty mess lay on the mattress beneath me, and she was indeed a beautiful sight to behold, but my lust demanded more from her. I needed to plunge my dick into the shrine of her mouth and have her licking, sucking, and slurping at me until my pulsing member gushed its seed into her.
I stepped out of my trousers, her eyes open wide, watching my bobbing erection as I climbed naked onto the bed.
“Come here, precious.” I spread my legs, making room for her, and patted the place between my thighs. She lay down, looking up at me, gripping the base of my cock and lowering her head.
“Look into my eyes, my child.” She slid my tautness into her mouth and kept her big brown eyes locked on mine. A tingling and tension in my belly reached all the way to my genitals. “That’s amazing, baby. Your tongue is magic.” She smiled at me. Her lips meant to hold me.
My cock was an angry red, the fierceness of my desire made me half-blind, but I couldn’t take my gaze off the beautiful sight of Daphne swallowing me whole, choking herself on my dick until the saliva pooled at the base of my erection, her nose pressed against my belly.
“You’re such a good girl, taking all of me.” I grabbed two handfuls of her hair in my fingers. “Time to swallow the power of your Lord. Are you ready to receive?”
She paused and liquid smeared her mouth, her eyes smudged black from crying when I choked her. I’d never seen a more beautiful sight in my life. She swiped the moisture away and smiled. “Yes, Father.”
“My girl.” She was. I wasn’t playing when I said that bit.
I’d never let her go.
Sure, she deserved better than a fucked-up pervert like me. A man with blood on his hands. But I knew what it took to keep her safe. With a sister like Maggie, she’d need looking after.
Using her hair for leverage, I pulled her onto my cock, and my erection slid across her slick, hot tongue. “Oh,” I sighed with satisfaction. “You make me see God.”
I lifted her off my throbbing hard-on, forcing her to take all of my thickness into her mouth. Sick prick I was—seeing her lips spread wide while she had her eyes locked on me, her thick black lashes pressed against her eyelids, pulling air through her nose, turned me on. She moaned deep in her throat every time I dragged her onto me and used her tongue to stroke my sensitive underside.
“You’re too good at sucking cock for a nun.” To my own ears, I sounded feral, brutish in my heat. My balls clamped down.
She tried to pull away and defend herself, but I forced her to keep my entire length in her mouth while I kept fucking at her face, chasing my pleasure with my invading thickness. “You’re so good at it.” I reached down to tweak her nipple while she suckled me. “You were born to suck cock, baby.”
The sight of her performing her sacred ministration to my erection made me strain, body and mind, to fight the rush building within me. But I couldn’t stand any more of her sucking and stroking before I climaxed.
“That’s enough. Hold onto the headboard for dear life. I’m going to anoint your hungry pussy with my seed.”
Daphne climbed to the top of the bed and thrust her sweet bottom at me, daring me to plunge inside. I placed my erection in the cleft of her plump ass and squeezed and caressed her breasts, gently at first, then rougher.
She squirmed and writhed against me, and my dick was dying to dive into her sweet, pink pussy, which winked at me from where I positioned myself behind her.
“It’s a work of art, baby girl.” I grabbed my cock at the base and stroked her cleft to underscore my words.
“Don’t you mean, Sister Daphne?”
“Hold still.” I curved my hands over her shoulders and jabbed the tip of my erection into her silky, dripping channel, and plunged in.
She hissed, and I gritted my teeth to control my body.
My baby moaned with every thrust I made and shoved herself onto my rigid length.
“I love the way you fuck me, Father Antonio. It’s heaven. I’m going to come all over you if you don’t stop.”
For leverage, I dug my fingers into Daphne’s hair, grabbed a fistful, and hung on for dear life as I jackhammered into her, chasing my finish.
“Hold it right there. Keep your cunt open so I can fill you with my seed. You’re gripping me like a velvet fist and I can’t hold back any longer.”
The ache had come to a crescendo. My balls constricted, and I burned with the fever she ignited in my dick. Her pussy was all I could think of, all I desired. I’d do whatever necessary to have it forever.
The cascade of beautiful chocolate brown hair spilled down her back, bouncing in time to my thrusts. Odd as it may sound, it was the sight of those springing curls, which sent me spiraling over the edge.
My orgasm shot through me, zapping through every cell and drop of blood in my body.
She anointed me with her sweet cunt, and pleasure rippled through her as I spilled my sacrament at the glory of her altar, chasing forgiveness for my sins.
20
Daphne
The morning light kissed the chorded muscles of Tony’s shoulder, who lay with his back towards me. I slipped out of bed to shower and dress so I could get a handle on Maggie’s whereabouts. Stepping out on the path between the birds of paradise flowers, hibiscus shrubs, and palm trees on the patio, I clenched my hand tightly around my burner phone.
Sister Cuca texted directions to the compound where Maggie was seen by another nun.
I dashed back to our bungalow as Tony was just stirring in bed.
“Some fantasy we played out last night.” He growled in his raspy morning voice.
“We can do it again tonight if you’d like.” I bobbed my eyebrows at him.
“You’re the sexiest nun I’ve ever encountered.”
I held up the phone and reported, “We’ve got news from the Sister. A location on Maggie.”
“Wait a minute. What’s our plan. We can’t just go in guns blazing.”
“Not at all. There’s a donkey we can borrow to enter Maximilio’s place. We’ll be legit.”
“What the hell is our excuse for entering the Cartel compound?” he asked, taking a swallow of coffee.
“The sister says most of the Sinaloa members are devout. Neither of us finished catechism after dad died. Maximilio will insist Maggie become a Catholic, as appropriate for the mother of his child. I happen to be a nun who speaks English and Spanish and will school her in the traditions of the church.”
“It’s not a bad idea. What’s my excuse?”
“Let me think.” I tapped my finger on my
lip. “I suppose you could be a new Father in the diocese, currently on a vow of silence thus you’re not speaking when I take you on your introductory rounds. This a meet and greet with Maggie, wherein I’m introducing myself and scheduling her religious training.”
“You have a mind like a steel trap.” He lowered his mouth to mine and captured me with his kiss. I fingered the silky strands of his hair for comfort.
I was a freaking librarian with no business in a world of guns and crime.
Tony inhabited this circle. But he used his power to protect me, not drop me in the middle of danger.
The chaos that whirled about my sister was a result of her efforts to gain the things she felt she deserved. Maximilio was not a man to be toyed with, but Maggie was playing with him. I’d find out whether she was blackmailing him.
“Yoo-hoo? Where did you go?” Tony snapped his fingers in front of my vacant stare. “Thinking about your sister again?”
“Pretty sure if your brother’s life were on the line, you’d do the same, even if he was in the wrong. It’s what family does.”
“And when family repeatedly puts you in danger? Gets you involved in reckless situations? Do they still deserve the same consideration?”
“I don’t have an answer, Tony. All I can tell you is she needs my help, and I can’t refuse her.”
“When the day arrives. When you’re ready to stop coming to Maggie’s rescue every time she fucks up, I’ll support you one hundred percent,” he said.
I pushed my arms through the sleeves of the blue habit once again and donned my wimple, which hid my hair. It was surreal to wear the outfits which inspired our sex-crazed session last night. For now, we were strictly business.
“Where exactly are we getting a donkey?” Tony asked.
“I have the coordinates Sister Cuca sent to me. They’re a short distance from the compound. We’ll pick up the burro and won’t need to ride far.”
The GPS brought us to another convent within the sisters’ order. We pulled into the enclosed courtyard and was greeted by a nun wearing the same attire as me. In Spanish, she told us to park in a narrow garage off to the side. The donkey she led out from the stables was half the height of a horse, so small I worried riding him might cause him harm. But the sister reassured me he could carry a person twice my size.