Page 88 of Forgive Me Father

His hands move with a mixture of reverence and need as he explores my body, fingers tracing the lines of my spine, the curve of my hips. Every touch ignites a fire inside me, a reminder that in this moment, I belong to him, and only him.

His hands travel lower, pulling off the lace underwear and leaving me completely bare beneath him. I can feel the tension building between us, the anticipation hanging thick in the air.

“Do you trust me, Eden?” He murmurs, his lips brushing against my shoulder.

“Yes,” I breathe, my voice trembling with the weight of the moment.

“Good,” He replies, his voice a mix of promise and warning. “Because tonight, I’m going to show you just how much you mean to me.”

His hands grip my hips, positioning me exactly where he wants me, his touch possessive and unyielding. There’s no turningback now. No more room for doubt. It’s just the two of us, lost in the heat of the moment, the rest of the world forgotten.

He takes his time, savoring every inch of me, every gasp and moan that escapes my lips. As the tension between us builds to a fever pitch, I realize that this moment is about more than just physical desire—it’s about power, control, and the undeniable connection that binds us together.

“Look at me, Eden,” He whispers, and I turn my head to meet his gaze, his eyes intense and focused, filled with something that feels dangerously close to worship.

“Whatever happens next,” He says, his voice low and steady, “remember that you belong to me.”

I slide off the bed, letting my legs drape off the side as I watch him, adrenaline coursing through my veins. “What are you going to do to me, Roman?” I ask, nerves sending goosebumps down my spine.

“I’m going to fuck you, Eden,” He states, his gaze intense. “And you’re going to take it like a good fucking girl.”

Nodding his head, he motions me closer. “Now, come here, Angel.”

My heels click against the floor as I cautiously approach him, my earlier boldness wavering. “And Seth?” I ask, now mere inches from him.

“He won’t say a word, baby. Now, let me see it all.”

Swallowing hard, I focus on Roman’s steady gaze and his empty ring finger. I raise my leg, placing my stiletto on his thigh, and slowly slip it off, sliding my stocking off before moving to the other foot. I repeat the process, turning around and bending over to drag the other stocking and my underwear down in onesmooth motion, offering Roman a view to test his restraint. When I turn back to face him, his hand is already fisting his cock through his underwear, his eyes consuming every inch of me.

“Should I keep going, Father?” I ask, my voice dripping with provocation.

“Keep going, Eden,” He commands, his voice authoritative. “Do exactly as I say.”

I inch closer, gripping the sides of the chair near his head. “How I see it, Roman, your cock is straining against your boxers, desperate to be buried inside me. So, Roman, tell me, who’s really in control –”

My words are cut off as Roman grabs me, shoving me onto the bed, and slaps my ass. I gasp, a mix of pain and relief coursing through me as he undoes my bra, finally freeing my aching breasts. His hands are surprisingly gentle as he cups my sides, careful of the bruises, before flipping me onto my back. He kicks off his underwear, his gaze devouring me as if I were a feast laid out just for him.

His fingers slide between my legs, finding me already slick with need. He covers my mouth as he plunges two fingers deep inside me. The force of his thrusts makes my breasts bounce, and I bite down on his hand to stifle the moans that threaten to escape as he curls his fingers inside me.

“You like taking me like this, Angel?” He murmurs, his voice dark and intoxicating. “Or would you rather it be my cock that fills you up?” He taunts, his words sending shivers down my spine.

He pulls his fingers away, moving toward one of the candles lit on his dresser, the flames flickering in the dim light.

“I was going to treat you to dinner. Be a proper gentleman,” He whispers, grabbing the candle. “But then you showed up wearing that, so full of violence... You’ve earned what I’m about to do to you.”

Setting the candle on the nightstand, he flips me onto my stomach again, the sound of his pants dropping both thrilling and unnerving.

“Raise your hips for me, Angel,” He mutters, guiding me onto my hands and knees. “If you scream, I’ll drip this wax down your back and only go harder,” He warns, his tip now running teasingly along my folds.

He rubs his tip against my entrance, and a needy whimper escapes me. Roman raises his brows, just as shocked at the noise as I am.

“Did you just whimper for my cock?”

“Yes, Father,” I whisper.

I grip the sheets, biting back the moan of pleasure as he starts easing himself inside me.

“Three inches,” He whispers, pushing his hips forward, sliding through the wetness, my pussy gripping him, urging him in deeper.