Page 94 of Forgive Me, Father

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I growled, and my fingers curled around her throat.My thrust met hers with double the amount of force she possessed.I knew if she was going to release, she would take me with her.

“Come for me, little runaway.Come now and come hard.”

She was red in her face as I kept fucking her harder.

“Come, Camilla!”

Her juices sloshed out of her as everything contracted.My hold around her neck disappeared and her pussy coaxed my sperm, pulling it hard from deep within me.The euphoria was mind-blowing, blindingly beautiful.

She trembled underneath me, coughing, and when I finally stopped and I fell on top of her.I was spent but I needed to take care of her.This was her time.

She still trembled and she looked like a mess as she tried to regain her breathing’s natural rhythm.She was my beautiful mess.I pushed my tongue in her mouth and kissed her, without pulling out of her.I loosened the tie on her right wrist, and the moment it was free, her fingers tangled in my hair, gripping tighter as I moved to release the other.

She planted her free hand on my jaw, kissing me harder.She was moving underneath me again.

Fuck, when was this woman going to get enough?

I yanked off her blindfold as I fucked her again.She moaned in my ear, and it turned into rhythmic wails.

I moved faster, fucking her harder and she pulsed around my cock again.

“That’s it, my little runaway.Calm down,” I spoke gently.She breathed faster and I removed her nipple clamps.

She had cried during our session and I kissed whatever was left beneath her eyes.“Deep breaths.”

She took a huge breath, and it was as if whatever put her in this frenzy washed away.

Her lower lip vibrated.

"Are you okay?"I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper.

A quiet, gnawing fear lived inside me that one day, she might say no.And if she did.If I ever hurt her in a way that couldn’t be undone, it would break something in me I don’t think I could ever fix.

“What the fuck are you doing to me?”she blurted out, her words rushed and trembling, the weight of it all breaking through.I held her close, arms wrapped tight around her, letting her cry without saying a word.

She left me completely thrown; during, she gave every sign she could handle it, but afterward, she unraveled in my arms.I realized I needed to step up my aftercare, to go the extra mile with her.

“It’s okay.You’re okay,” I murmured, my voice steady even as her sniffle tightened something in my chest.

I swallowed hard.“Do you want to stop?”

She sniffed.“No, I don’t.I just don’t understand what it is I’m going through.”

“I know.It’s scary.I am scary.”

She chuckled and touched my face.“Are you okay?”

“No, that’s not how this works,” I said firmly.“I got what I needed—now it’s your turn.Tell me whatyouneed.I’m all yours.”

“A bath,” she breathed, the word almost a sigh.

I smiled.“One bath, coming right up.”I kissed her, soft and tender, before slipping out of her and from the altar.I freed her ankles from the spreading device and removed the clit clamp softly.

She stayed silent, saying nothing about the state of her body, of the bloody mess, as I grabbed a robe from the railing and gently draped it over her shoulders.

I put away my dick and zipped my pants before I picked her up and walked out of the dungeon.I would come and clean it up later.

Now, it was her turn, and whatever she needed, I would give without hesitation.