Chapter 124 Punish Me, Father
Baron's POV
He watched me for a long time, his thumb still pressed to my lower lip where I’d licked it, tasting his skin, wishing it were his hard cock in my mouth.
His eyes were dark and unreadable, but that tiny twitch at the corner of his mouth made my stomach clench in anticipation.
“You really are hopeless,” he said softly, fondly even. “Licking my fingers like a starving thing. Begging for more when you’ve already been filled twice.”
I nodded, throat too tight. “I can’t help it, Father. You broke me.”
“Hmm.” Was his only reply. His thumb pushed harder, forcing my mouth open. “Then let’s see how much more you can take before you break completely.”
He stepped back, leaving me bent over the desk, dripping, aching… My cock so hard it throbbed. I heard the drawer open behind me and my heart jumped in my chest.
“Eyes forward now.” He ordered me. “Don’t look.”
I stared at the wall, praying.
For release or to be fucked to oblivion, I didn't know.
And I never found out.
Because something cool and smooth touched the small of my back, then slowly trailed a path down.
A plug.
A thick, heavy and huge plug.
“You’ll wear this back to your room,” he said, calm as if discussing tomorrow’s preachings. “Every step, it’ll press right against that spot you love. Every shift, you'll feel precum roll down your thighs and you still won’t touch yourself.”
I whimpered. “Father, please… I’ll leak everywhere. I’ll be a mess.”
“Exactly.” He pressed the tip against my slick, stretched hole. “You wanted to be marked. This keeps you marked until morning.”
He pushed it in slowly, letting me feel every inch stretch me again.
“Oh fuckkkk.” I moaned long and broken, my thighs shaking. When the widest part slid in me, his name fell out my lips in a gasp. “Father Michael. Oh fuck.”
“Shhh,” he murmured. “Take it like a good boy.”
The plug was fully in my ass now, unforgiving in its thickness.
He patted my ass once, almost gentle, a total opposite of the havoc he was wrecking in my body. “Stand up.”
I stood on shaky legs. The plug shifted immediately, grinding against my ass. My cock jerked, fresh precum sliding down the shaft of my dick.
“Look at you,” he said, circling me slowly. “Face flushed, lips swollen, thighs wet with my cum, cock still begging for release. A walking sin, that's what you are.”
I swallowed. “What now, Father?”
“Now you thank me.” He stopped in front of me, so close I could feel the heat from his body again. “Properly.”
I dropped to my knees and the plug drove deeper in me. Fuck.
I sucked in a breath then leaned forward, pressing my lips to the front of his trousers, right over the soft bulge of his hardening cock.
“Thank you for punishing me,” I whispered against it. “Thank you for filling me up. Thank you for not letting me come. Thank you for owning me tonight.”
He ran fingers through my hair, holding the strands. “Again.”
“Thank you, Father Michael,” I repeated,. “For teaching me what happens when I disobey. For making me ache. For making sure I’ll wake up hard and desperate and thinking only of you.”
He exhaled roughly. “Good. Very good.”
He tugged me up by the hair until I stood again. The plug went in deeper. I bit my lip to stop the moan that threatened to push past my lips.
“One more thing before you go,” he said.
He reached down, wrapped his hand around my cock.
Just held it. No stroke. No relief. Just holding it in his palm.
I shivered violently.