Page 90 of Forgive Me, Father

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.