LOGINWill's POVI should have turned around. I should have ran.But I couldnât have stopped myself even if I tried.My feet walked me forward when Father Michael said, âBoth of you. On your knees.âWe dropped at the same time. The ground made my knees hurt but the pain only made the heat in my body burn hotter.Father Michael paced in front of us, the want and desire clear on his face. âLook at you,â he murmured. âTwo priests on their knees in the middle of the night. Hard and leaking for me. Begging without even saying the words.âBaron whimpered beside me. I felt the heat of his body, the faint vibrations in his shoulders.Father Michael stopped behind me. His hand slid into my hair, tugged my head back gently at first, then harder. âTell me why youâre here, Father Will. Let the words be said. Let the whole world know what a punishment loving slut you are.ââI couldnât sleep,â I whispered. âI heard⊠I heard Baron. I heard the sounds. I knew what was happening and I⊠I needed to see it. N
âFeel that?â he murmured. âThatâs how bad you want it. Thatâs the punishment. Every throb, every drop, is mine. You donât get to take it back.ââYes, Father,â I breathed. âItâs yours. All of it.âHe squeezed hard once then released me. I nearly sobbed at the loss.âWalk to the door,â he ordered. âSlow.âI 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.âOpen it,â 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 heâd been running. Or like heâd 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 Iâd 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.âYou really are hopeless,â he said softly, fondly even. âLicking my fingers like a starving thing. Begging for more when youâve already been filled twice.âI nodded, throat too tight. âI canât help it, Father. You broke me.ââHmm.â Was his only reply. His thumb pushed harder, forcing my mouth open. âThen letâs see how much more you can take before you break completely.âHe 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.âEyes forward now.â He ordered me. âDonât look.âI 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. âFuck. Youâre dangerous, Baron.ââThen ruin me,â I pleaded. âMake sure I never forget. Fuck me until I canât walk. Until I canât think about anything but your cock.âHe 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.âYou want to be marked?â he growled. âYou want to feel me for days?ââYes. God, yes. Bruise me. Fill me. Make it hurt tomorrow when I sit in the pews. Make me remember every second of this.âHis breathing turned ragged. âYouâre going to feel me tomorrow. Every time you move. Every time you kneel to pray. Youâre going to ache and youâre going to get hard thinking about why.ââI already do,â I gasped. âIâm hard just thinking about it. About you owning me. About you coming inside me again.âHe leaned down, chest pressed to my back, his mouth right beside my ear. âThen 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.âYou love this, donât you?â he growled against my ear. âLove being bent over like a whore in Godâs house. Love taking my cock while you beg for forgiveness you donât deserve.ââYes, Father,â I panted, all atom of my senses gone. âFuck, yes. I love it. I love being your whore.âHis hand slid around to my throat again, squeezing just enough to make my head spin. âSay it louder. I want the walls to hear what a filthy priest you really are.ââIâm your filthy priest.â I choked out, louder this time, voice cracking on every word. âYour disobedient slut. Your hole to use. Please donât stop. Ruin me. Make me remember who I belong to.âHe laughed, the sound vibrating through my back. âYou already know. You crawled here at midnight with your cock dripping because youâre addicted. Say it.ââIâm 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 Michaelâs 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.Heâd warned us. No next time. No speaking of it. Ever. Break the rule and heâd destroy us⊠Our careers, reputations, everything. Heâd 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 didnât 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.âFather Baron.â His voice was low, ca







