Page 80 of Forgive Me, Father

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.

TWENTY-SEVEN

THE LITTLE RUNAWAY

It feltlike Alfonso dragged it out of me for eons.Just as I thought I was about to come, he would bestow another type of pain on my body.

I was flogged, burned with wax, nipples, skin and pussy clamped, needles pressing into places I never thought I’d endure, prodded, paddled, and became a human canvas for him to do as he pleased.

My mind screamed for him to stop, but my body betrayed me once again, responding in ways I couldn’t control.

My pussy was dripping wet, and completely messed with my head as I didn’t know whether I wanted more or to run away.

All I knew was that I felt like a human pin cushion.I swear I felt a paper cut close to my breast.The sting hit first, sharp and sudden, followed by the slow, unmistakable sensation of something warm trailing down my skin.I didn’t know if it was more wax, water, or blood.It didn’t dry like wax, so it was either blood from the cut or water to ease the pain.

I endured one after another, each strike coming faster than the last.The stinging that followed was, at times, unbearable.

I hated paper cuts.But I also knew it wasn’t paper that made this cut.

A growl left Alfonso’s lips, and I cried out as his tongue darted against my clit.I had no concept of time, but it felt as if hours had passed.

He would stop abruptly, and I would beg him with more grunts.My jaw felt stretched beyond what I could handle due to the ball tightly placed in my mouth.

He left again.

My body was tired.

Everything ached and pulsed.And I was frustrated that I didn’t come.I wanted to so badly, but the pain made it hard.

He returned with more flogging, but this time, it felt different.Sharper.Like what I imagined a whip might feel like.I grunted with each sharp sting, the tiny pricks lighting up my skin one after another.The pulsing pain was relentless, and tears hovered just behind my eyes, threatening to fall.

I prayed he would just hit another place, but it was the same fucking place, over and over.

Alfonso let out a low, frustrated growl, and I flinched as something slammed against the wall.I didn’t understand what had set him off, but the tension in the room was suddenly razor-sharp.

His hand grabbed my hair, and he pulled slightly.“There is no fucking way you are this perfect, Camilla.”

I breathed hard and felt his lips crushing my head.Then his presence was gone.I felt alone, but I knew I wasn’t.He was in this room somewhere.My heart beat rapidly inside my chest.

Then I felt him, so close.His body brushed against the inside of my thighs, still stretched at the base of the cross.With my vision dulled, every other sense was heightened, sharp, electric, waiting.I could hear the rhythm of his hard and fast breathing, like he’d just run a marathon.A few moments later, I felt his fingers at my opening.My pussy lips were still tightly stretched due to the clamps.