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You fiddle with the letter in your hands, reading the words over and over again, even though by now you knew them by heart. The invite to join him for dessert, and to not bother dressing up. Whatever that meant.
So, there you stood, in front of the Cardinal’s room, heart beating so fast and hard you were sure everyone in the building could hear it. Were you supposed to knock? Or just walk in? You had never gotten an invite like this, to the Cardinal’s quarters alone at this time of night. And for dessert, at that. It was a little bit exciting. You couldn’t quite shake off the butterflies in your stomach, but blamed it on the door problem rather than the invite. Was there even a code of conduct for something like this? Before you could think further about it, the door opened. You jumped a little, taking a few steps back.
“Oh, my apologies. I didn’t mean to scare you”, the Cardinal says with a smile. “Were you planning on staying there all night, or were you going to join me?”
He’s teasing you. There’s a tone to his voice you haven’t heard before, and his mismatched eyes sparkle as he steps aside, letting you in. It feels like there’s a lump in your throat, so you just smile and step in, ducking your head as you squeeze past the Cardinal. He closes the door behind you and guides you further into the room, his hand gently on your back. He’s dressed up for sure, still in his robes and leather gloves, and he smells so good. He leads you past an office space, then through another set of big wooden doors to what looks like a bedroom. The bed has a wooden frame, pillars at every corner joined by strong beams. They look worn, here and there, like something was hung from them. There’s a table to your left, with various toys on it. Plugs, whips, different types of rope and pieces of leather. Dildos. Different sizes and colours, and some tubes of lubricant. You turn to face the Cardinal, eyebrow raised.
“This… Isn’t exactly what I had in mind when you mentioned dessert”, you say, looking around the room. It’s lit by a few lamps and some candles, and your cheeks are flushed. You blame it on how warm it is, and definitely not anything else. Like the toys, or the Cardinal sitting in an armchair, legs wide apart, like he’s inviting you in.
“Ah, I thought so. If you would like to leave, it’s allowed. If you would like to stay, we’ll discuss rules. And expectations”, the Cardinal says, tilting his head a little to the side as he observes you. He’s so very handsome like this, bathed in soft light. You weigh your options. There’s no point in trying to lie to yourself, his offer sent shivers down your spine and they pooled into a hot tightness at the bottom of your stomach. Would it be awkward, afterwards, seeing him everywhere? He’s your superior. What exactly did he even want? The curiosity really is too much, and you can see why it did kill the cat.
“I’ll stay.”
Your words bring a smile to the Cardinal’s lips. He gestures for you to sit down, and the only available spot is on his bed. You sit down, fixing your skirt before placing your hands on your lap. You don’t quite know what to do with yourself. You stare at your hands, twisting your fingers nervously. You can feel the Cardinal’s eyes on you, and lift your head to meet his gaze. He tells you that you’re free to leave whenever you want, but hopes that this would remain between the two of you. You nod, silently. This isn’t exactly new to you, you’ve dabbled in this world before but it’s been a long time. You hadn’t found a partner yet in the Clergy that you’d trust enough to dive down into this again.
This, now? This was diving down head first into unknown water, hoping you wouldn’t crack your skull open on the rocks hiding just under the surface.
And it excited you.
“I see you are excited, yes?” the Cardinal asks, and your heart skips a beat. Can he hear your thoughts? Did you say that out loud?
“Yeah, I am”, you say sheepishly. Something about the way the Cardinal carries himself, the way he sits like that, the way he talks to you, all of it makes you want to drop to your knees and worship him. Embarrassing thoughts, really. But oh so exciting. The Cardinal tells you his rules, that he doesn’t want a slave but in here, he is in charge. His voice makes you tingle all over, and you squeeze your thighs together, very aware of how wet you already are. He hasn’t lifted a finger, and you’re already captivated.
You suggest strawberries for a safeword.
“And what if I want to feed you strawberries?” the Cardinal asks, grinning.
“We’ll just have to pick a different word for that occasion”, you say, biting your lower lip. The Cardinal accepts your retort, though he shakes his head a little. He stands up and slowly walks over to you. He’s tall, and seems intimidating as he towers over you at the foot of his bed. He cups your chin with his gloved hand, running a thumb over your lips. With his knee, he parts your legs and presses himself against you.
“I want you to hurt me.”
The words coming out of your mouth surprise the Cardinal, but also yourself. His touch was so gentle and you wanted more. It just wasn’t supposed to come out like that. The Cardinal tightens his grip, and you let your mouth fall open as his fingers dig into your cheeks.
“Very well then, pet”, the Cardinal says with a sly smirk. He lets go of your face and kneels on the ground in front of you, lifting your skirt up to your lap. He runs his hands over your thighs, all the way to your embarrassingly wet underwear. He rubs you through the fabric, and you let out a breathy moan. It feels so good, but it’s not enough. You lean back, spreading your legs wide for him. He leans down and kisses your thigh, wet and sloppy. You push your hips up, into him and he hums.
He bites you, hard. You yelp, and he turns to look up at you, eyes glinting.
“Turn around, on all fours”, the Cardinal commands, getting up off the floor. You do as you’re told, facing the headboard now, on your hands and knees. You feel the Cardinal’s gloved hands again on your legs, pushing your skirt up so that your legs and ass are bare. The bed dips as he settles behind you. He runs his hands up and down your legs, fingers dancing on the inside of your thigh, so close yet so far. You fight the urge to push back against him, and focus on breathing calmly. Your cunt is so wet, and aching for him. He slips a finger past your underwear, rubbing it between your folds. You whimper, arms trembling a little.
“You’re so eager, aren’t you? So, so needy for me”, the Cardinal whispers, voice low. You nod frantically, biting your lip as he pushes your underwear to the side to gain more access. The feeling of his gloves on you is strange, to say the least. His fingers run between your flaps, sopping wet, and you can’t stop yourself from pushing down onto his fingers as he finds your clit. His hand retreats, and comes back fast to slap your ass. It’s a rather gentle slap, like he’s testing the waters. He sets one hand on your hip, and spanks you again with the other, harder this time. It elicits a sound from you that’s halfway between a moan and a cry.
“You’re being a little disobedient, little dove”, the Cardinal says, bringing his hand down on you again. “Maybe you like being punished.”
He spanks you until you’re sure there’s going to be a handprint on your ass for the next week, and then takes a break. He’s breathing harder now, too, and you crane your neck to get a look at him. He’s on his knees, looking at his handiwork and his erection is clearly visible under his robes. His gaze meets yours and he shakes his head.
“Did I give you permission to look?” he asks, and you quickly turn your head back, staring instead at the bedsheets under you. The Cardinal places his hand on the side he was just spanking, and it stings. Then, he slaps you on the other cheek.
“You will learn the rules, or you will cry and learn”, the Cardinal says. He spanks you until you’re sobbing, begging for him to stop. You’re leaning on your elbows, head hanging low as he finally stops, resting his hands on the spots he just marked. You draw in a sharp breath. It hurts, and you’re so wet and aching to be touched, to have something inside you.
“Please”, you manage, “please let me have you, I need..”
The Cardinal grabs you by your hips and turns you, tossing you onto your back.
“You will watch, and you will not touch yourself until I say so”, he says, getting up off the bed. Slowly, he begins taking off his gloves. Next, he starts unbuttoning the top of his robes, slowly but smoothly. You grab a pillow, squeezing it hard in your hands, so very aware of how empty you feel, your cunt throbbing. Squeezing your muscles brings a certain relief but it’s not nearly enough. The Cardinal removes his robes painfully slowly, revealing a simple black shirt and pants underneath. His cock is straining against the pants, and it’s all you can look at. His shirt is off in a moment, and next his hands are unbuttoning his pants, oh so slowly. It’s like torture.
You sneak a hand down your side and in between your legs, slipping two fingers inside yourself. Your eyes roll back, and you try your best not to make a sound but it’s impossible at this point. A sharp, stinging pain on your thighs brings you back, eyes flying open. The Cardinal has a whip in his hand, and a red line forms across your thighs almost immediately.
“Do I need to tie you up?”
It sounds like a question you shouldn’t answer. Then again, what’s the fun in that?
“No. I promise I’ll be good.”
The Cardinal cocks an eyebrow, letting the whip fall to the floor next to his clothes. He’s now fully undressed, and the tip of his cock is wet. He crawls onto the bed, on top of you until he’s straddling your chest.
“There is not an inch of good in you, little dove”, he says as he strokes himself, little drops of precum dripping onto you. Your eyes wander down his chest and stomach to his cock, so deliciously close.
“Open up”, he says, and it’s not a request. You open your mouth and he grabs a handful of your hair, holding you still as he pushes his cock into your mouth. With his free hand he places a pillow under your head. It’s not a comfortable position, but it’s not supposed to be. You moan around him, swirling your tongue around the tip and then along the sides. He tastes sweet, and lets you do the work for him for a while. Then, he gives you a smirk and forces himself down your throat. He’s so big, and you gag as the tip hits the back of your throat. It doesn’t stop him, or slow him down for that matter. He’s got his hand in your hair, pulling on it while he fucks into your mouth. There are tears in your eyes, and you feel like you might explode if you don’t get something inside you soon.
You whimper as he pulls back, tip of his cock still on your lips.
He guides himself back into your mouth, and into a slow, steady rhythm. He moans as you swirl your tongue around him, rhythm faltering into something wilder, fucking into you hard and fast, not caring about you choking on him and spit leaking from the side of your mouth. His whole body tenses up, his legs squeezing you as he cums, into your mouth and you try your best to swallow. He pulls his cock out of your mouth just to smear it all over your face, watching his cum mix with your tears and spit and whatever is left of your makeup.
“You are such a good girl”, he purrs as he wiggles down, “maybe you deserve a little treat.”
He rips your underwear off you and leans down, tongue lapping at your clit, fingers digging into your thighs and it’s not a treat, it’s torture. Your hands are everywhere, trying to find something to hold onto, to squeeze the life out of as the Cardinal slips his tongue inside you, hot and wet and messy. It’s such an overwhelming wave of pleasure. Your legs are wrapped tightly against him, grinding into him, trying to get him as deeply into you as possible. You’re sobbing now, with frustration and pleasure as he finally replaces his tongue with his fingers, curling them to hit the spot that sends electricity through your entire body. His thumb is circling your clit, and a moan escapes from his lips.
“Cum for me, little dove”, he growls against your cunt. He pushes four fingers inside you, breathing hot and heavy against your thigh, as if you need any more stimulation to reach your orgasm. You were already on the precipice the second his mouth touched you. You cry out his name as he works you through your orgasm. Your legs fall to the bed, shaking, and the Cardinal smiles as he lifts his hand to his lips, catching your gaze as he licks your cum off his fingers. Your whole body aches. It stings, and burns, and oh it feels so good. You let your eyes close, smiling blissfully as you try to catch your breath when suddenly, there’s a tongue, again, on you.
“No, I can’t, please”, you sob. You’re so sensitive it almost hurts as the Cardinal licks a long stripe up to your clit. It has you seeing stars, grabbing two handfuls of bedsheets.
“We’re not done until I say so.”
There’s a darkness to his voice, and it hits you somewhere deep between your burning thighs.
He undresses you, and you didn’t even realise you were still clothed. You hear a seam ripping in the hurry but you don’t get to worry about it, because he’s on top of you, licking and sucking on your already sensitive nipples. You arch your back, trying to get more traction. He’s parted your legs with his again, his hard cock against your slick thigh as he works his way up, kissing your neck before coming up to your lips finally. He kisses you hard, with wanton abandon and you can’t help but moan into him, into the kiss. He tastes so sweet. You run your hand through his hair, tugging a little. The Cardinal moans against your lips and you smirk. Oh, you might not be in charge but there’s a sweet spot for everyone that makes them come undone.
You grab a handful of hair at the back of his head and pull on it a little harder. His cock twitches against your leg, and you feel heat coiling in your stomach again. You loosen your grip, and his mouth is on your neck, kissing and licking and biting while he guides the tip of his cock against your entrance. You shudder.
“Fuck me, please, Cardinal.”
Your eyes roll back as he thrusts into you in one, slow motion. Both of your hands are in his hair, trying not to pull too hard. In response, he bites you again, harder. It won’t break your skin but part of you wishes it would, that he would bite you and scratch you and make you bleed for him. He finds a slow, torturing rhythm, moaning against your neck as you wrap your arms around him, clawing at his back. It isn’t enough, it’s not enough even though your ass burns from being spanked and there are teeth marks all over your thighs and neck, it’s never enough. You want, need more. More of him, less of this world around him. Just him, on top of you and inside you, until he’s all you can sense.
“I want you to choke me.”
He doesn’t hesitate for even a moment, just catches you in a feverish kiss before wrapping his fingers around your throat. It sends chills down your spine and you sigh, rolling your hips up into him, begging for more. He applies only a little bit of pressure, and you whine. More. It’s not enough. He picks up the pace, thrusting into you with a depraved need, choking you until your vision blurs and then, as he loosens his grip, he slows down his rhythm and you choke out moans, high on the lack of oxygen. It feels like torture, the way he winds you up and pushes you to the edge, over and over again, only to pull you back at the last second, leaving you breathless and desperate.
You wish he’d just let you fall off the precipice, again and again. Let you cum while he’s still inside you, let you give all of yourself to him.
He leans in to kiss you, muffling your cries as he fucks you hard and fast. His hand is still on your throat, and your eyes flutter shut. It feels so good to be completely at his mercy. You feel your pleasure building up again, and you’re so close, muscles tightening around him and then he pulls out, away from you. You mewl at the loss, taking a few deep breaths before you can open your eyes. The Cardinal is knelt on the bed in between your legs, stroking himself slowly and looking at you with those mismatched eyes, filled with lust.
Before you can mourn your loss further, he beckons for you to turn around and you obey, bracing yourself against the headboard. He places his hands on your hips, pulling you into his lap and pushing his cock inside you. His fingers dig into your soft flesh, into the marks he left when he spanked you and your breath catches in your throat. You lift yourself up a little and grind down on him. Your thighs are on fire, every inch of you is on fire but it’s worth the pain as he growls into your shoulder, his cock throbbing deep inside you. He rolls his hips and sneaks a hand up your front, cupping your breasts. You let your head fall back, onto his shoulder as he fucks you – harder, faster, closer, closer, closer…
He bites you, and it’s all you need.
Your moan is more of a sob as you cum. His pace stutters, but he fucks you until he’s satisfied, until you can feel his every tremble underneath you and he’s coming inside you. You ride out his orgasm with him, relishing in the sounds he makes. Groaning, moaning, whining. He leans back, flopping onto the bed and pulling you with him. For what feels like an eternity, you just lie there, sticky from sweat and cum, listening to his breathing, to your own.
Then, he rolls you over to your stomach and places featherlight kisses on your ass, and it takes you a moment to realize what he’s doing. He’s going over the marks he left before. It stings and tickles at the same time. He kisses a trail up your spine, up to your neck.
Please.
Each bitemark he can reach, he kisses. Softly. So softly. You can’t breathe. You let him turn you around again, to your back, and you squeeze your eyes shut as he brushes his lips over the red line across your thighs, from the whip.
Stop.
He hovers over you, arms on either side of you and you really can’t breathe. Tears well up in your eyes as he kisses the bitemarks on your chest.
Please, please stop.
You cannot breathe. Like there’s a block of cement on top of you, like you’re being dragged under water by a current you thought you were strong enough to swim against. Your heartbeat is ringing in your ears.
Stop.
He reaches your neck, and you cover your face with your hands, biting your lip. There’s a lump in your throat and tears stinging in your eyes, and as he kisses your chin, a sob wreaks through you. You didn’t mean to, but it’s so much, it’s too much. It’s enough to startle the Cardinal, and he pulls back enough for you to jump off the bed. Your legs are shaking and your knees buckle, but you need to get out.
Out of here. Outside. Anywhere. The walls are too near, and it’s too warm, and you. Cannot. Breathe. You fall to the floor, tears running down your cheeks. You still can’t catch your breath enough to even cry out, there’s just a waterfall on your face and it feels like you might explode. You bury your face in your hands, as if it’ll do any good at this point.
As if you aren’t sitting on the cold floor, naked, crying.
Pathetic.
He can spank you from sunset to sunrise and you’ll be the happiest person in the world, and the second he shows affection, you feel like you’ll suffocate? Pathetic.
“Little dove”, he says softly, kneeling in front of you. You meet his gaze, his mismatched eyes now distraught. You try to smile and shake your head, to tell him it’s fine, you’re fine, but you can’t. Slowly, like he’s approaching an injured wild animal, he reaches his hand out to you, to wipe the tears off your cheek. You don’t flinch, or shy away from it. Encouraged by this, he shuffles closer and pulls you into his arms, tightly. Your arms are trapped between the two of you, and he’s squeezing every last bit of oxygen out of you.
He's saying something, and you can’t make out the words but it sounds lovely, and you draw in a shaky breath. It hurts, and you sob, hiding your face in his chest. His chest hair tickles you. You wiggle your arms out to grab him, to hold him, like a drowning man holds a lifebuoy.
He’s whispering Italian to you, you realize at some point. It feels like you’ve been on the floor for a long time, and it’s cold. Your tears have dried up, and all that’s left is a hollow ache somewhere deep. You can hear his steady heartbeat, holding your cheek against his chest, his chin on top of your head. He’s on his knees, awkwardly hunched over you to hold you and it makes you giggle. Carefully, he lets go of you and leans back a little to look at you. There’s a soft smile on his lips and his hair is all sorts of dishevelled, sticking up in every direction. He stands up and offers a hand to you.
You take it, and he guides you to a door in the corner you hadn’t noticed before. It leads into a bathroom. He lets go of your hand only to light a few candles before stepping into the shower and turning the water on. He waits until it’s so warm there’s steam rising, and once again, extends his hand out to you. You let him pull you under the shower with him, and the water drowns out everything else except you and him, and his hands on you. He grabs a washcloth, soaked with warm water and gently cleans your face, wiping away the tears, the sweat and the cum. He runs his hands through your hair, slowly to not tangle it. You take the washcloth from him and, in turn, wash him. By the time you step out of the shower, the room is filled with steam and your fingers are all wrinkly.
He invites you to bed with him, and you hesitate.
His voice is soft as he reminds you that you are free to leave whenever you want. That you aren’t his slave. Your clothes are on the floor at the foot of the bed, and you remember the sound of seams ripping.
“I’ll stay.”
You crawl under the blanket with him, and he pulls you tightly into his arms, his chest against your back. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, nibbling on your earlobe. You sigh and melt into his touch, and feel something hard on your ass.
Curiosity might have killed the cat but satisfaction sure brought it back.