putting a band-aid on what plagued him. He needed an outlet, and even though it hurt, I was more than willing to be the target of his anger. Especially if it meant I could keep him.
“Face forward,” he barked.
I dropped my forehead to the bench seat between my arms, tilted my hips up as high as they could go, and waited.
The end of the cross dragged over my flesh, inching toward my pussy again. He was right about how soaked I was, using the cross to spread my juices as he dragged it lazily around, not penetrating me. I bit back my whimper as he used it to give a few taps and rubs to my clit. It was nowhere near enough to make me come, but my pleasure’s short fuse had been lit since he ordered me to take the dress off.
Ever since Zach got me off in the confessional, coming on my own felt so much easier, like a mental wall had crumbled away. Who knew if Kais knew this, but he was dragging this out like he took great pleasure in denying me.
I lifted my head with a gasp when he finally pressed the long end of the cross inside me. The jeweled object rubbed against my pussy walls like nothing I’d ever felt before, and I’d had some very unusual cocks in my day.
“What if this was happening to an actual demon, huh?” Kais mused curiously as he pumped it in and out of me.
“It, um…” I struggled to concentrate as he sped up. “It would be torture. They’d be burning from the inside out.”
“But not you, huh, Daisy?” he said, his tone still taunting. “You like getting fucked by the symbol of Christ, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimpered, throwing my head back with the hope he would grab my horns again. “Yes, Father.” I pressed back as he thrust it forward now, my pussy loving the pressure and textures of the object inside me.
“You like punishment, don’t you?” He pulled it out and must have flipped it around before fucking me with it again. The part inside me now was shorter, the joint of the crossed section tapping my clit in a way that was almost too good. “Is that why you went back?”
“No, I—ohh…” He angled the cross now for maximum contact with my clit, stealing my breath away.
“You what, succubus?” His palm came down on my ass with a hard crack that reached the rafters.
“I…I only want punishment from you, Father.” My moan was guttural, hips wiggling as I chased my elusive orgasm.
Kais pulled the cross out of me and I could have screamed with agony. I was so close, the pleasure so tightly wound within me and nowhere to go.
When he slammed into me in one violent thrust, my scream did echo off the chapel walls and ceiling. The cross came down on my left butt cheek, jewels biting into my skin as he crashed into me. He pulled back, then brought the cross down on the other side as he surged forward. With each powerful thrust he punished me, bringing his wrath down on my skin and inside my body.
“You’ll never leave us again,” he growled through harsh breaths, dragging the cross down my spine, back to my sore ass. “You’re no hellion. You are ours. Do you understand?”
“Yes!” I cried, pussy quaking around his cock, legs trembling under the sting of the cross on my ass. It hurt and I tensed up waiting for the next hit, but it was also a rush. This was nothing like Kimaris' punishments. Kais was still mindful of my pleasure, despite keeping it just out of my reach.
“Yes, what?” He grabbed a horn and used it for leverage to fuck me harder, his abs like a rock wall against my ass. The cross tapped against my stinging flesh.
“Yes, Father! I’ll never leave you, never leave Bethel.” I looked at him upside down, my body in a deep arch with his grip on my horn. My clit buzzed insistently from his pounding, his touch just as harsh as it was sweet. The emotions were overflowing just as much as when I first saw him. “I love you, Kais.”
His dark eyes locked onto me, his emotions flowing freely for the first time. The taste of them overwhelmed me, loosening the tears from my eyes. He wasn’t angry. He was worried. Confused. Hurt. He thought he’d done something wrong and had driven me away.
“Oh, Kais,” I whispered, taking