Page 35 of Forgive Me, Father (Don #1)

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THE WHITE RABBIT

She stared at me, all traces of humor gone.

I knew some of my words needed a gentler touch, but I preferred to speak plainly, in a language she couldn’t misinterpret. There was no escaping me.

I wasn’t her ex. I was her husband, and she was going to stay right here, where she belonged.

She was bold, especially yesterday when she came into my office and fucked me with her mouth while I was on a call.

I couldn’t help but laugh. Philip DaCosta should be thanking me for taking Camilla off his hands. The guy wouldn’t have known what to do with someone like her; she was far too much for him to handle.

“What is so funny?”

“Just thinking about our exes.”

“Meh.”

I chuckled lowly, tugging her closer by the fabric of her shirt. “Good response,” I whispered and ripped her shirt open. She gasped, almost losing her balance from the robust action.

Her breath quickened, mirroring mine. She was just like me, only the wildest, craziest things seemed to set our blood on fire.

I grabbed her breast, and she moaned loudly.

Her eyes closed as I kept her stable. I lifted her up and carried her to my altar.

It was nothing special, just a stone slab with enhancements molded into the platform.

I planted her ass on the cold surface and pulled off the remaining material of her shirt.

Her bra was next. Beautiful breasts with succulent dusky pink nipples burst free from the contraption.

She gasped and shuddered with every movement I made, her breath hitching in time with the rhythm as I yanked pieces of her clothing off one at a time.

Her shoes came off with her pants and she looked like a goddess wearing only a thong.

She moved further down the slab and lay down. Her one knee bent and I could see her smooth cunt through the sheer fabric of her thong.

I grabbed her ankle and brought her foot to my mouth. I kissed the soft curve leading to a delicate bone, my lips trailed up further, to her calf. My teeth scraped the taut muscle and her breath hitched.

Her skin was impossibly beautiful, smooth, radiant, and begging to be touched. My mind was a storm of anticipation, already playing out every wicked thing I planned to do to her tonight.

The darkness in me strained at its edges, clawing to be sealed away before it slipped too far out of control.

“Stay,” I spoke and left to go get a spreader bar and pinwheel. I didn’t know how she was going to feel about the pinwheel, but my cock was growing harder just imagining it piercing her skin and drawing blood.

I reached for a clit clamp, two nipple clamps, and my flogging paddle. Heat flared in my chest at the thought of reddened, puckered skin—it ignited something raw and electric inside me, and my cock twitched.

She hated the gag, so I made sure to keep it as far from her as possible. Tonight, I wanted to hear her screams. I wanted to hear her shouting my name, wanting more, begging me.

I took everything back to the slab where she waited patiently for my return.

My gaze rested on her beautiful pussy, and I knew if I were to pull her panties away, they would be soaking wet.

I secured the spreader bar, and her eyes lit up with anticipation.

My hands worked fast, grabbing one foot. One ankle locked into place, then the other, her breath catching with every click. Her legs spread and locked in position.

One of these perfect days, I was going to have her hanging upside down in this very room, beautiful, bound, and completely mine, while I bestowed the end of the world on her perfect body.

Camilla stayed silent, not a whisper escaping her lips, as I moved beneath the spreader bar, positioning myself closer to her cunt with deliberate intent.

I ripped her thong off and she yelped.

“My underwear is seriously growing fewer by the day.”

“I’ll buy you new ones, sexier ones.”

She smiled sweetly, her gaze soft as I casually shoved the last remnants of her thong into my pants pocket.

I loved having her naked in my dungeon.

It was my wildest, most thrilling fantasy, unfolding before me in the flesh.

She lay down, her back flat on the slab, and I tied her wrists into the leather cuffs.

Next was the clit clamp and I gently pulled her pussy lips away, clamping her pearl just perfectly. She groaned as I moved up the slider, gripping her clit tighter. Another soft moan escaped her lips, and I could tell it was pinching her nub, but I needed her pain.

I bent closer to her cunt, parted her lips with my finger and thumb, and licked the engorged clit that was securely clamped inside the device.

“Fuck, yes,” she moaned, and her legs trembled slightly.

“Don’t come.” The demand fell from my lips.

She let out a grunt, and a satisfied smile tugged at the corners of my lips.

Her nipples got the matching clamps and I made sure the little pebbles were firmly positioned, pressed between the clamps, secure and deliberate.

I loved the sounds she made; they ignited something deep within me, stroking the darkness that craved it.

Finally, I slipped the blindfold over her eyes, and in that moment, my canvas was ready.

I grabbed the flogging paddle and started with the inside of her thigh.

Each strike precise. The sound it made connecting with her skin, her cries, all of it became the percussion that soothed my dark demon. Her beautiful skin flushed crimson, and I couldn’t help but savor the sight.

My paddle wandered, over softer skin, more swollen flesh. Her breast turned red instantly and the demon growled.

I grabbed her jaw and kissed her roughly, already imagining the euphoria of fucking her mouth later.

I sucked on her lip as the kiss broke, and I chucked the paddle to the side once her body carried red patches everywhere.

Next came the pinwheel. This wasn’t any ordinary one, it was designed to draw blood with each cruel turn.

I chose the flesh just below her navel.

Her body tensed, a sharp jerk followed by a low grunt escaping her lips, as I rolled the pinwheel against her skin.

Her rapid breathing stirred the darkness inside me, coaxing it to the surface and somehow calming it. She knew exactly what I needed to keep my demon locked away.

I lifted the pinwheel and slowly dragged it over the soft flesh of her inner thighs. She instinctively tried to pull away as the pins punctured her skin, leaving a trail of tiny marks.

When she cried out, I lifted the pinwheel.

I absolutely loved her pain. I chose the flesh just underneath her left breast and more grunts slipped from her lips as she fought against the sting.

Little red dots formed where her blood seeped through the layer of skin; the visual made my dick pulse.

I pressed my finger into her blood and drew my name onto her skin. She was mine, but in every way, I was hers too. She carved her mark on me, ensuring I was bound to her, not just now, but forever.

I licked at her blood on my finger and then grunted. Her breaths came in heavy, uneven gasps, and I could see it on her face, the pain was real, undeniable.

I leaned in closer to her cunt, the proximity stirring something deep within me, my breath brushing against her wetness as I drew gentle circles against her engorged clit.

Another cry left her lips as she shook against the restraints.

“Fuuuuuck!” The curse word fell from her lips.

“Don’t come.”

She exhaled sharply through her nose, her head falling back against the slab, her body tensing as she surrendered to my command.

“Good girl,” I praised her, pride infusing my words. I knew she was close. But it would be better if she could hold it off a little longer.

She always came hard, and I wanted to experience her pleasure around my cock that was already tenting my pants. She was making me so fucking hard that I couldn’t see straight.

I left to grab a butt plug and one of my monster-sized dildos.

I was curious to see how she would handle them and rushed back to her side.

I smothered the butt plug in a thick layer lube, watched it spill down in a glossy cascade.

Another whimper left her lips as I dragged the blunt end of the plug through her folds and down her slit toward the rosette of her ass.

She gasped, her body tensing.

“Just relax. I promise it will feel good.”

She did as I said and slowly, her muscles started to relax as the butt plug slid in. “That’s it. Good girl.”

The monster dildo was next. “If you come, I’ll have to punish you another way, you hear? Your pussy only comes when I tell you to.”

She bit her lower lip.

“Do you understand, Camilla?”

She nodded.

The monster cock was sleek, and I rubbed the pad of my thumb in front of her opening.

She whimpered slightly and I replaced my thumb with the dildo and pushed it into her passage slowly.

Her mouth opened as her butt lifted off the slab.

I can only imagine how her channel struggled to swallow this one.

She grunted as I pulled it out slowly. I switched on the vibration and pushed it back in. She moaned again, louder this time.

“How does it feel?”

“Your cock is better.”

I chuckled. “Good girl,” I praised her once more. “How does the butt plug feel?”

My finger tugged on it a little and more moans and whimpers left her lips.

“Uncomfortable,” she replied.

The dildo didn’t do it for me and I switched off, flopping it to the side.

I kissed the inside of her right thigh. She was so fucking beautiful. My lips warmed against her skin as I twisted the butt plug a little more. “It will get better with time. And when I think you can handle it, I’m going to fuck your ass.” I bit hard onto her skin, and she cried out.

Her skin broke against the pressure of my teeth. She was going to be blue tomorrow, and I sucked softly.

She bit her lower lip hard, and my finger gently caressed her engorged nub that grew twice its size due to the lack of blood flowing freely.

More grunts escaped her, and I could tell she was reveling in it.

Her body slowly relaxed, a subtle surrender to the sensation, and then I took another bite out of her thigh.