Page 81 of Forgive Me, Father

Alfonso finger fucked me faster, and my body arched off the X.

He released one of my nipples by taking off the clamp, then the other.I felt the release.My breast pulsed softly as he pushed euphoria up my body.I grunted.I wanted more.

He growled as his fingers were doing all sorts of things inside of me, and then he stopped.I grunted, was really close to my orgasm and hated the loss of his fingers.

He fiddled with the clamps that held my pussy lips open and the release almost made me orgasmed.

More grunts left my lips as I hated how the ball tasted against my tongue.The strain my jaw was taking.

I took a deep breath as Alfonso’s hand covered my throat, and he pinched the sides.

The sound of his buckle cling in the air and the warmth of the tip of his cock pressed against my opening.

With a ram, he filled me up to the wall.More grunts left my lips as this felt euphoric.The pressure around my throat tightened as Alfonso start to fuck me faster.

My breathing grew strained, the air constricted, and dark spots danced in the corner of my eyes.

“Whose little slut are you?”he growled.“Fuck, your pussy is so tight.So fucking wet.And it’s mine, fucking mine.You are mine.”He roared like a madman, his praise tumbling from his lips in a raw, relentless rhythm that matched the intensity between us.

My orgasm was close, but with the beating of my heart and his fingers around my neck, my body refused to release.

His grasp around my neck disappeared and blood rushed back into my head.

I couldn’t gasp with this ball in my mouth, and my nose seeped in the air it needed.Burning down all the way to my lungs.

The orgasm rolled off my body as I fought for air, and he released deep inside of me, painting me from the inside out.

It finally came to a stop.

He released the blindfold first.I kept my eyes closed.

“Open your eyes,” he ordered, and I did.He was still lodged inside me.

“Are you okay?”Alfonso was out of breath, his hair a mess.I nodded tiredly, loving the excitement shining in his gaze.

“Fuck, Camilla.”He took off the contraption around my head and my jaw ached as I closed it.I didn’t want to look at my body.It still stung and pulsed and I knew I either got blisters or cuts.He was still buried inside me and it felt like heaven.

My body pulsed all over and my legs trembled.He pulled out of me and the restraints around my ankles were next.He released one by one, and I slowly drew my legs together, willing the tremors to fade.Each movement felt fragile, like I might shatter if I let go.

Lastly, he unfastened my wrists and gently lifted me off the towering wooden X, cradling me in his arms.Without a word, he carried me to the chair in the corner and settled down with me in his lap, holding me close like I was something precious and breakable.

I fought back the tears, but the exhaustion, emotional and physical, pressed down on me like a weight.My mind felt scrambled, my body sore, and everything inside me tangled in knots of hurt and uncertainty.He didn’t say a word, just held me, silently, as if his presence alone might stitch together everything that had come undone.

“If you want to cry, cry.This is your time.You can do whatever you want.”

Whatever I wanted, but I couldn’t even bring myself to look down at my own body.The thought of standing, of walking back to the room to get dressed, felt impossible.

Alfonso held me tightly, arms secure around me like a barrier against everything that had just happened.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, buried my face into his shoulder, and let my eyes close.More than anything, I just wanted to sleep.To drift away from all of this, even for a little while.

THE WHITE RABBIT

Camilla drifted off to sleep, that’s what she needed.She did it the other night too.

I’d never had a submissive fall asleep after a session before.

Sarah would be buzzing afterward, tired but euphoric.But Camilla… she was silent.Closed off.I had no idea what she was feeling.She hadn’t said a word, just let sleep claim her.