Masuk“Feel that?” he murmured. “That’s how bad you want it. That’s the punishment. Every throb, every drop, is mine. You don’t get to take it back.”“Yes, Father,” I breathed. “It’s yours. All of it.”He squeezed hard once then released me. I nearly sobbed at the loss.“Walk to the door,” he ordered. “Slow.”I took one step. The plug pressed deeper. Another and my cock bobbed, leaking steadily. Another and my thighs shook like they would give out any moment.By the time I reached the door I was panting, sweat coating my forehead.He came up behind me, hand sliding around to hold me right above where I ached most.“Open it,” he said quietly.I reached for the handle and turned it. The cold corridor air rushed in.And there, frozen in the doorway, was Father Will.Eyes wide, his clothes rough, his cheeks already flushed like he’d been running. Or like he’d been waiting.For this.He stared at me, slightly bent and trembling, cum on my thighs, plug clearly visible where my boxers did not co
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 somethi
He groaned, his hips movement faltering for the first time. “Fuck. You’re dangerous, Baron.”“Then ruin me,” I pleaded. “Make sure I never forget. Fuck me until I can’t walk. Until I can’t think about anything but your cock.”He let go of my hair and both hands digging into my hips, fingers holding on hard enough to leave marks. He pounded into me with renewed vigor, relentless in his chase.“You want to be marked?” he growled. “You want to feel me for days?”“Yes. God, yes. Bruise me. Fill me. Make it hurt tomorrow when I sit in the pews. Make me remember every second of this.”His breathing turned ragged. “You’re going to feel me tomorrow. Every time you move. Every time you kneel to pray. You’re going to ache and you’re going to get hard thinking about why.”“I already do,” I gasped. “I’m hard just thinking about it. About you owning me. About you coming inside me again.”He leaned down, chest pressed to my back, his mouth right beside my ear. “Then take it. Take every fucking inch
Baron's POVHe kept pounding into me, each thrust leaving me breathless.Oh fuck. God.My fingers held on to the desk, trying to hold on while my body rocked forward with every brutal push of his hips.“You love this, don’t you?” he growled against my ear. “Love being bent over like a whore in God’s house. Love taking my cock while you beg for forgiveness you don’t deserve.”“Yes, Father,” I panted, all atom of my senses gone. “Fuck, yes. I love it. I love being your whore.”His hand slid around to my throat again, squeezing just enough to make my head spin. “Say it louder. I want the walls to hear what a filthy priest you really are.”“I’m your filthy priest.” I choked out, louder this time, voice cracking on every word. “Your disobedient slut. Your hole to use. Please don’t stop. Ruin me. Make me remember who I belong to.”He laughed, the sound vibrating through my back. “You already know. You crawled here at midnight with your cock dripping because you’re addicted. Say it.”“I’m ad
BARON'S POVThe 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, ca
Chapter 165Michael’s free hand dropped between us and wrapped around my cock.He stroked once and I screamed.“Not yet,” he growled. “You come when I say.”But he didn’t stop.He jerked me in time with their thrusts and soon enough, precum slicked his fist. My balls drew up tight. The pressure built so fast I thought I’d black out.Baron’s hands gripped my hips harder—bruising. His thrusts grew erratic, desperate. “I’m—Father Michael—I’m close—”Michael’s voice was steel as he spat out, “Hold it.”Baron sobbed against my back.Michael’s strokes sped up. “Look at me, Will.”I forced my eyes open. His were black, blown, glittering.“You’re going to come on both our cocks. You’re going to milk us dry. Understand?”I nodded frantically because I couldn’t speak.He leaned in, lips brushing mine.“Then come.”The command snapped something inside me and I shattered.My orgasm ripped through me like fire, my cock pulsing in Michael’s fist, spurting hot across his chest, his throat, his colla







