Chapter 121 I WANT MORE
BARON'S POV
The corridor was quiet as I walked, except for the echo of my own footsteps and my heartbeat as it roared in my ears.
Midnight had come and gone. I should have been in my room, praying for forgiveness, pretending the afternoon never happened.
Instead I was here, outside Father Michael’s private office.
I knew I shouldn't be here.
I knew it was wrong on so many levels, that it couldn't even be quantified.
He’d warned us.
No next time. No speaking of it. Ever.
Break the rule and he’d destroy us… Our careers, reputations, everything.
He’d meant it. I knew he meant it.
And I pushed the door open anyway.
The room glowed dimly by the light from the lamp and the lit candle.
Father Michael sat behind his desk in black shirt sleeves rolled to the elbows. He didn’t look up at me right away. Just kept writing, each flick of his pen deliberate to the bone.
Then he lifted his head, his eyes immediately locking with mine.
He set the pen down.
“Father Baron.” His voice was low, calm, and dangerous. Everything I should be avoiding. “I believe I was very clear.”
I swallowed. “You were.”
He leaned back, elbows on the chair arms, fingers interlocked together. “Then explain to me why you’re standing in my doorway at this hour.”
I didn’t answer with words.
I reached up and unbuttoned my shirt. One by one, until the black cloth fell open. I shrugged it off.
It fell on the floor behind me.
His eyes tracked every movement, his jaw ticking once.
I kicked off my shoes. Took off my belt next. The sound of the buckle was loud in my ears.
Trousers slid down, the socks last. Then I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my boxers and dragged them down just enough for my erect cock to spring free.
I was already hard and flushed, leaking at the tip.
He stared at it. Then back up at my face, his eyes impossibly darker now.
“You understand what this means, don't you?” he said quietly.
“Yes.”
He stood up and rounded the desk slowly, like he had all the time in the world.
“Hands behind your back.”
I linked my fingers at the base of my spine, my chest heaving with desire, my mind clouding with all that he could do to me.
He could bend me over and spank me.
He could tie me up and have me suck his dick.
A shiver ran through my body at the thought.
He stopped inches away, lust rolling off him in waves.
“You were told to leave it alone,” he murmured. “Told to walk away. Pretend it never happened. And yet here you are… hard as a rock, dripping for me like a desperate little whore.”
The words hit like a slap. My cock jerked to attention.
“I couldn’t stop,” I whispered. “All day. Every second. I kept seeing it, seeing you inside me, seeing you use me. I tried to pray it away. It only got worse.”
He reached out, hooked one finger under my waistband and tugged the briefs the rest of the way down. They joined my trousers.
“Look at you,” he said softly. “Already leaking. You walked down that corridor thinking about my cock, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Father.”
“Say it properly.”
“I walked down that corridor thinking about your thick cock splitting me open again. About how you fucked me raw this afternoon. About how I wanted more. Needed more.”
His hand shot out, wrapped around my throat possessively.
“You’re going to regret coming here tonight,” he said. “I’m going to make sure you never forget the price of disobedience.”
He shoved me back.
My body slammed the wall. Books
He was on me in the next breath, his mouth crashing into mine.
Teeth. Tongue. Everything. No mercy.
And i fucking loved it.
He kissed like he wanted to bruise my lips, like he wanted to steal the air from my lungs. I moaned into it, my hips pressing against him, chasing friction he wouldn’t give me.
When he pulled back, his eyes were black.
“On your knees, slut.”
I dropped down immediately. The stone bit my knees but I didn't care.
He unbuckled his belt slowly.
He pulled himself out, in all his thick, heavy and hard erection, and slapped the length against my cheek.
His wet tip painted precum across my skin.
“Open that filthy mouth.”
I opened my lips.
He didn’t ease in. One brutal thrust to the back of my throat.
Holy fuck. I gagged hard, my eyes watering instantly.
With my hand still behind me, there was nothing I could do. Only take it all as he held my head and fucked my face like it was nothing.
My cock throbbed untouched, the precum rubbing against my stomach.
“Pathetic,” he growled. “Couldn’t last one fucking night. Couldn’t keep your hands off yourself. Couldn’t obey the simplest goddamn order.”
He pulled out suddenly and saliva connected my swollen lips to his glistening, huge cock.
“Get up. Bend over the desk. Now.”
I stumbled to my feet, my legs shaking. Bent forward, with my hands flat on the wood. Ass up. Hole already twitching and ready for it.
He stepped behind me, the cap of lube snapped open. Two slick fingers shoved inside without warning.
“Oh fuck. Father Michael.” I gasped, body arching.
“You don’t get gentle tonight,” he said against the back of my neck. “You get what you begged for. Punishment. Penance.”
He lined up and thrust forward.
All the way in one vicious stroke.
I cried out loud, the sound echoing off the stone. Pain and pleasure twisted so tight I couldn’t separate them.
He didn’t pause. Didn’t let me breathe. He fucked me like he hated me.
Hard.
Deep.
Merciless.
Just like he said he would.
Every push of his hips punched the air from my lungs. The desk scraped against the floor. My cock slapped wetly against the edge of the table. I leaked everywhere. The sweat, tears and the precum.
He owned everything I was.
He leaned over me, chest to my back, mouth at my ear.
“Tell me why you’re being punished.”
“Because… because I broke your rule.” I choked out.
“Again.”
“Because I couldn’t stay away.”
“Say it like you mean it.”
“Because I’m a disobedient slut who needs to be taught. Because I’m weak. Because I need your cock to remind me who owns me.”
He slammed in harder and stars exploded behind my eyes.
“Good boy,” he snarled. “That’s right. You’re mine to ruin tonight.”