Page 96 of Forgive Me, Father

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For the next couple of days, the sex was amazing.He fucked me hard against the wall and he didn’t even try to dampen my wails.

He was a master at eating my pussy and I came numerous times just from his tongue.

But his darkness returned faster.Whenever his touches became guttural and he pumped me raw, I knew it was time.

The choking was also a sign.I wasn’t about to let the demon into our bedroom, so we ended up back in the dungeon again.

The third time, he tied me up.I felt like a ball as all my limbs were pulled in together.He hoisted me off the ground and fucked me with all sorts of objects.

It was the worst.I couldn’t walk that night, and I was teary.

As always, he asked if there was anything I didn’t want him to use, and I kept telling him no.He needed it.

The next day, I was still sore, but that night we jumped on each other again.

The fourth and fifth times were just as intense as the third.He loved tying me up, making me feel powerless by hoisting me into the air.It was clearly his thing.

I almost choked as he fucked my mouth hard.Without my hands securing his base, he had free range to use my mouth, and he was ruthless.

I didn’t want to do this anymore, but I couldn’t send him back to Sarah either.

The next morning, I would jump at his touch if I didn’t see or hear him enter a room.I think he sensed that part of me was terrified.

I always told him he startled me, though I could only use that excuse so many times.He tried to hold his demon back, but a few weeks later, I always found myself in his dungeon again.

The last time, I had to drag him back.So, there was that.A part of me was still in control.

I woke up the next day.Everything ached.I was thinking more and more about what Alfonso would look like being tied up, bitten, prodded, and cut.Blood all over his body made by sharp piercing tools.

That thought warmed me, and I couldn't help but wonder if I should change my aftercare routine, maybe switch roles.

But I knew it would break me.I wasn’t someone who would enjoy seeing my husband bleed.I wasn’t like him.I didn’t carry that type of darkness.

I got up and went to the gym room.

There were a few guards around, but neither Alfonso nor Nico.I hadn’t seen Bastian in a long time, either.

I was still searching for something to do, something that would give me purpose now that I was his wife.

Anxiety curled in my stomach.His grandmother’s 82nd birthday was approaching, and I had no idea how to speak Italian yet.

After my run, my mind felt a little clearer.I knew I needed to reclaim my power, but I had no idea how.

I rushed up the steps, my heart quickening as I found him and Nico speaking in rapid Italian.Alfonso, meanwhile, was engrossed in his espresso, the steam rising in delicate curls.

My gaze lingered on him, taking in the crisp white shirt he wore, perfectly pressed, the dark pants that fit him just right.Something stirred deep inside me.

A part of me wanted to see him undone, the way he’d seen me unravel in his dungeon, exposed, vulnerable.

I had no idea what they were discussing, but Nico nodded occasionally, tapping things into his tablet with a calm precision.

Passion surged within me, hot and insistent.My husband was still a gorgeous giant, his face marked with tattoos that traced the contours of his skin like secrets written in ink.His fingers, adorned with the same dark art, flexed slightly as he gestured, and I felt the pull, always the pull, toward him.

I rushed toward him as my arousal grew.I knew how to take back my power.He might not like it, but I needed this, and I needed it now.

THE WHITE RABBIT