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“Yes, please,” I whined, wanting to climb on his back and let him carry me.

But I didn’t have to ask; he did it anyway.

22

Sal

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” Nero’s voice filled the darkness.

My eyes looked up, glancing around for him. But I was in a small box where I could only see dark eyes through the screen. It was Nero’s eyes.

“Tell Father your sins, Psalmy.”

I swallowed. How did I get here? What was going on? With a sigh, I leaned forward. “Uh. I live in a house with five men.”

“Mhm,” he encouraged.

“And I fucked three of them, one I made out with at a sex club, and one fingered me.” The words flew from my mouth before I could stop this. No one trusted Father Nero, yet here I was confessing to this. That was where I was: a confession box. I’d never been inside of one, though I had a lot to confess.

“Keep going, little mouse. You have a lot of sins.”

I snorted. He didn’t know half of it. “Well, where should I start? Almost fucked my best friend when he was here. Uh, fucked Father Theron before I knew who he was. And you…”

“We have fucked, little mouse.” Although I couldn’t see it, I could tell he was smirking.

“Not yet. But I think about it way too often. Eight men, Father Nero. I’m a huge sin.”

“Tell me. What do you think about me? What do I do to you?”

I thought about his tongue and how it was split. “I think about you eating me out.”

He groaned.

“Fucking me against the kitchen counter.”

“Oh, while you’re making me cookies? That’s so nasty, Psalmy.”

I threw my head back, laughing. I didn’t know how I got here, but the only excuse was this was a dream. A dream because my ass fell asleep on the couch. If I wanted to have a wet dream about Nero, that wasn’t bad, right?

“What are your sins, Father Nero?” I asked.

He chuckled lightly. “You are my biggest sin, Psalmy. My cock aches to be buried inside of you.”

My throat dried. “Nero.”

“I ache to have you scream my fucking name as I pound that pretty little cunt of yours.”

Dear god. My thighs were clenching as he was leaning against the screen.

“You want that too?”

My eyes closed for a moment. “Badly.”

Hands touched my chair and pulled. My eyes opened. We were still in the box, but the divider was gone. The tone of the room changed, the dark light feeling sinful, and the way he looked down at me made me feel naked.

I could see all of his face now, the shining piercing balls he had, his sharp chin, and high cheekbones. He was sinfully handsome. His hair was back, strands falling against his pale face.

“Scared, Psalmy?” he asked, leaning in to run his nose up my neck. I extend for him, thighs closing again. “No, no.”