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Chapter Five
Ximena
O ver the next couple days, Klaus kept me in bed completely spent as we went at it like fucking rabbits. It’s probably the most sex I’ve had in my life. Every delicious second is like a revolving door in my head, every grunt, whimper and moan that escapes his lips is something I don’t ever want purged from my mind.
“Ready, Little Ember?” Klaus says as he enters the bedroom, I look up at the mirror in front of me and find him instantly through the reflection. His smiles down at me, as if I’d hung the fucking sun for him and it just tears at my heart. Would he hate me for the secrets I hide from him?
“Ready,” I swallow the guilt back as I adjust the hem of my black dress and nod softly. I turn my back towards the mirror, through the version of me that others see, the one I carefully structured to portray the grieving daughter of a saint, when in reality I’m the overjoyed woman who has greatly benefited from his untimely death.
The facade carefully floods through me as I move forward. My movements are carefully intact as we make our way to Klaus’ rented Mercedes. The cold December breeze causes me to shiver as Klaus opens the car door for me. He leans over the seat, his rich smell of pine surrounds me as he grabs the seat belt and gently pulls it across my waist, securing me safely like a child.
“I could have done that,” I remark, trying extremely hard to hide the smile that threatens to come out. He smiles, “I know, but you shouldn’t have to. Besides any excuse I can make to get my hands on you I’ll take.” With a light kiss on my lips, he pulls away and closes the door behind him. My heart is hammering through my chest as he opens his own car door, turns on the car and begins our journey to the church. My eyes stay on the scenery, the trees as they pass by, the cars beside us, and the fluffy clouds as they create different shapes in the sky. His grip on my thigh brings me back to the present, brings me back to him and when I turn to face him. He’s still staring out the window, driving with a cool and collected demeanor and with a smile perched on his lips. He looks over at me for a moment, and I can’t help the blush that spreads through my face as his hazel eyes meet mine.
Arriving at the extravagant church we’re surrounded by strangers in mourning. Most of them are people I’ve only ever met once, most that didn’t even know who my father really was. The ones who knew his secrets aren’t even here, never admitting guilt by association I would assume. They’re just ghosts in this twisted game that’s been played for as long as I can remember. The fake tears form in the corner of my eyes as I move away from the man comforting me and closer to his lifeless body, the soft whimper almost feels natural as I allow the drops to fall, willing myself to cry harder.
I look back across the room towards Klaus, his lust filled eyes following my movements, not in judgement but full of a mixture of compassion, and desire. Like he wishes he could hold me while the fake tears emerge or just bend me over the casket and claim me in front of the grieving crowd, it’s hard to determine which he wants more. Rubbing my thighs together, I try to fill the need I have for him because what I want is for to give into the desire he has for me, fuck anyone who thinks this is wrong.
My surroundings slowly disappear as his eyes darken, as if he can read every dirty thought racing through my mind. He strides over to me, his movements are calculated and yet full of hunger, and desire. His arms wrap around my own as if he were simply holding me from breaking apart from the grief. “Stop staring at me like you want me to drag you to the back room and fuck you.” He whispers, his hot breath causes chills to go down my spine, sparking a fire that only seems to light for him. “Please, Daddy. I need you.” I whisper back, low enough that only he can hear as his arms release me from the embrace, they had me in.
“Follow me,” he commands in that low raspy voice that has me salivating like a damn dog in heat. The rest of the room is still a blur as I follow, I can see the faint images of everyone attending but I can’t fully see them. My path was made the moment he held me in his arms, feeding that flame that seems to ignite the longer I smell that distinct smell of pine, of him. The moment we’re isolated in the hallway of the back of the cathedral, he takes hold of my hand and pushes me against the wall with a light thump. The whimpers that escape causes a whispered echo to surround us, the classical music from the piano fills the empty spaces of silence as his lips meet mine. He firmly presses his body against mine, his hands glide down my shoulders, and arms down to my wrists before forcefully lifting them over my head. He thrusts his long hard cock against the thin fabric of my black dress.
“See what you do to me, Little Ember?” He whispers, moving his hands back down my arms as he pulls me away from me. He methodically moves to the side, opening the closed door as he grabs me by the wrists and enclosing us inside a darkly lit room, the energy within shifts from that of gloom and darkness to a burning force of sexual tension and hunger. I glance around as best I can to find us in the pastors’ office, the desk is full of paperwork in front of a number of built-in bookshelves that display various types of religious books, crosses decorate the shelves, and walls surrounding us as God watches from the heavens.
“On the desk. Spread those legs for me. Let me see how much you need me.”
Every part of me obeys his command without hesitation, I gently lift myself on the desk, the moment my skin makes impact with the desk, I feel the smooth cool papers against my skin. I carefully spread my legs out, making sure not to knock over the small decorative pieces the pastor has on his desk. My eyes never leave his as I lift the front of my dress up, until my aching wet pussy is on full display for him. Our need for one another has grown rapidly in just a few short days. There’s no part of me that wants to let him leave without me. I push the thoughts from my head as best I can, as I glide my finger through my slit. He groans in response, watching me with such intensity that has me dripping even more for him. The heat of his glare has me picturing the warmth of his skin against mine from across the room.
My head flings back as I get lost in the heat of my touch on my clit. The circular motions have me lifting my hips chasing the orgasm starting to build. The moment his hands glide up my leg, I gasp at the instant spark I feel going through my body. My eyes meet his emerald green ones as I look back down at him.
“This will be quick, and only for you, Little Ember.” His grip tightens on my leg as he brings them to his shoulders resting them on each side of his head. Slowly, he lowers himself until his hot breath is mere inches from my cunt. The desperate whines that escape my lips are something I should feel ashamed of, but I don’t. I just need his mouth on me. I move my body a little closer, hoping that he'll just close the distance between his sinful tongue and my dripping pussy.
“So desperate for me, aren’t you?” His chuckles fill the quiet room, mixing with the sound of the church music playing in the distance. The funeral was about to start, and here I am desperate for my father’s friend to devour me in every way that he can before the pastor comes looking for me and finds us. His warm tongue licks up my slit, as he hums, the vibration of his satisfaction has me smiling as I stare down at him. His eyes are closed, his eyelashes flicker as his tongue flicks over and over again until my orgasm is on the precipice of free falling down the cliff of everlasting life.
Inserting a finger, and sucking my clit enhances the feeling, the rapid movements of his fingers, his mouth, his hold on my stomach as he continues over and over until I’m biting down on my hand to stop myself from screaming out his name. There’s no way in hell, I’m letting him leave without me now.
“You taste so fucking good. Like, my small taste of heaven.” He whispers, kissing my thigh as he brings my legs down.
“Will you let me come with you? I’m not ready for this to end.” I say shyly, hiding my face so he can’t see the embarrassment from slowly creeping its way down my neck.
"Look at me, Ximena. I wasn’t planning on leaving you behind. You’re mine now.” He carefully stands, adjusting his hard cock behind his pants so it’s not as visible, the thought of his cock has me salivating but he’s right we really need to get this funeral over with. Bringing down my dress, he adjusts it so there’s no way you can tell that he just ate me like I was his last meal inside the house of God.