Page 30 of Forgive Me, Father (Don #1)

He brushed his fingers through his hair and glanced over at the cross.

I followed his gaze, and it became clear what he wanted.

With a deep breath, I walked toward it, positioning myself so that my legs aligned with the lower part of the X and my arms stretched toward the top.

I stood there, vulnerable, exposed. Alfonso’s eyes never left me, a silent intensity between us.

“C’mon.”

He drew in a deep breath, a slow, uncertain smile spreading across his face. In a heartbeat, he closed the space between us and gestured for me to step away from the cross.

With careful hands, he slipped off my robe, and my skin tingled as I stood completely bare before him.

Then he took my hands and fastened them into the buckles, pulling my arms taut and stretched out in front of me. Without a word, he moved down to secure my ankles.

I was completely locked in place, vulnerable yet oddly at peace. His scent surrounded me, rich, intoxicating, and despite the intensity of the situation, it wasn’t as overwhelming as I expected. In a strange way, it felt right.

I simply stared at him, and he met my gaze, his green eyes locking onto mine. He went on his knees and kissed the inside of my thigh.

He looked up at me. “Know that whatever I’m doing with you here, is not what I do with Sarah.”

“As long as you get what you need today from me. I don’t care.”

His lips curved into a smile. “Stop saying you don’t care.” He growled and grabbed my pussy with his mouth. A yelp left my lips as he really dug in. His licking and sucking made everything vibrate. It was amazing.

He stopped as abruptly as he started and rose back up on his feet. My arousal glistened on his lips.

He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of my head before walking over to a nearby table. My heart raced as I tried to make sense of his movements, anxiety clawing at me. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I prayed that whatever it was, it wouldn’t break me.

He came back with a contraption that carried a ball.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered, and I did. He placed the ball into my mouth and secured the buckle behind my head, the pressure on my jaw a slight strain, but nothing unbearable. Then, he disappeared for a moment, only to return holding something shiny in his hand.

It was oval-shaped and had tiny clamps.

I kept staring at it, and his gaze lifted to mine. I gestured with my eyes, asking what it was. The ball in my mouth made it impossible to speak coherent words.

“It’s called a labia stretcher. It doesn’t hurt, but there is some discomfort involved.”

I nodded, and he went on his knees and clamped my pussy lips into this device.

Moans left my lips as his gentle touches enhanced whatever was happening and after a while, I felt how my pussy lips got stretched. The discomfort came, but I didn’t protest. He needed this.

His tongue disappeared into my pussy and my eyes closed. This felt amazing. He came up. “You’re taking it like a champ.”

He chuckled and went to retrieve the next object. It was more clamps.

“These are for your nipples.”

I closed my eyes as the tiny clamps pinched my nipples. That was painful but I had to endure. It was what was best for him.

His finger rubbed my clit softly. I loved the teasing and none of this made me want to scream at him to stop. He disappeared again to the table of wonders and came back with a huge object that reminded me of a microphone. I had no idea what that was.

“You ready?”

I nodded and he slapped something that was on the side of the X I was tied to.

I shrieked as the entire table started to move at a 90-degree angle. It wasn’t harsh; it was gentle. I found myself staring at the ceiling, lying on my back, my arms stretched wide against the X, my legs spread just the same.

My pussy was flared open, and clamps covered my nipples. The pain coming from it was sensitive. But I could, and would, endure.

He switched on the microphone-looking object in his hand and a pumping vibrating action started. He put it against my pussy, and I grunted as the vibration was so strong. This wasn’t torture, this was euphoric.

My legs started to tremble as my eyes threatened to roll to the back of my head.

“You like that?”

I nodded with half-closed eyes. The object in my mouth made it hard to swallow. He didn’t stop and my muffled complaints grew louder.

“Don’t come, little runaway.”

I growled at him, and he chuckled. The pumping action of the device grew stronger, and he held it in front of my opening. It pushed hard against my opening, but it didn’t enter. I think it was too big.

The vibration stopped and I opened my eyes. Alfonso had disappeared again and came back.

He placed a blindfold over my eyes and secured it tightly at the back of my head.

Everything was so dark and a swirl of uncertainty tugged at me. My heart raced in my chest, but I kept my thoughts to myself, unwilling to speak the doubts that lingered. The blindfold didn’t hurt, I was just unsure about the darkness.

His hot breath was right at my ear. “Good girl.”

Goosebumps flushed all over my skin and I hated that his lips parted from my body.

The vibrating sounded in my ears again and I felt the tingling rushed through my clit and lips as he pushed it against my pussy.

I tried to keep my legs still, but it was no use. They trembled as I tried not to come.

Pain connected with my stomach as a muffled cry followed. It burned and then the softness of his wet tongue immediately tried to take the burn away.

The vibrator was still vibrating against the length of my opening.

His tongue disappeared and a few seconds later, another flood of pain this time across my stomach.

I figured it had to be a flogging tool, he never explained what he was doing to my body. Maybe that was part of it for him, keeping me in the dark, needing control in silence. The soft flesh pulsed and stung as his warm tongue gently caressed it afterward.

Another one across my hips and I cried out as some of it hit my chest. The tears formed behind the blindfold.

“You want me to stop?”

I shook my head. We were going to stay here until he was done.

His tongue flicked against my clit again and the pain turned immediately into euphoria.

He lapped me up. “Don’t come.”

I hated when he did that.

Silence fell once more, and with it, the tension grew unbearable. The weight of anticipation pressed down on me.

My body stung as if a million wasps had attacked me. I didn’t want to know how I looked, but I knew he needed it. That thought consumed me, how desperately he needed it. And how much I needed to be enough for him.

Hot water dripped between my breasts and more grunts came from my throat as my skin burned. I wanted to know what that was but as it dried, I knew it was candle wax.

Another drip just above my pussy, the soft skin right next to my hips. More cries left my lips as more candle wax dripped over my body. It was natural for the body to move away from pain, and it was hard not to move away from the source.

Next, my legs, and more strained grunts escaped from my lips.

This wasn’t so bad. It felt like torture, but it wasn’t so bad.

Tears slid down my cheeks, but the blindfold shielded them from view. I was grateful for it; I didn’t want Alfonso to see my vulnerability. If he did, he would stop.

I thought we had to be halfway through, that this would end soon. I told myself I could endure, that I could handle it. Oh, boy, was I wrong.