Knots (25 page)

“It is.” He brushed his fingers across her cheekbone. “With you, it’s completely automatic. I don’t have to think about it. There’s no reason to do that. We simply understand each other on a basic, rudimentary level. I choose to keep that part of us alive and active.”

She wiggled against him. “Mark, I know I said three nights ago I couldn’t bring myself to ask and I’m not supposed to request it, and it seems so ridiculous since we just finished making love a few minutes ago, but I really, really want you to make love to me again right now. I can’t stand it, this feeling bursting out of my heart. It feels like I’ll die if you’re not inside me again—because I love you so much.”

He cupped her face. “I also told you that night I’d only make love to you if you asked, so you’re not really breaking any rules since we never officially said to take that rule away. No bacon slaps,” he said.

She beamed at him. “Damn. I kind of like those.”

“Oh, but you’ve only had the punitive ones. Wait ‘til I give you the erotic spankings,” he lilted.

She really squirmed now. “Can I earn one right now, Sir? What can I do to get one of those?”

“I’ll be taking my mother to church this Sunday. Join us. I want her to meet you, and I want to share everything with you, including religious experiences.”

“Attending church earns me a sexy spanking?” She pursed her lips. “Wow. Never thought the two coexisted, but if you’re sure . . .” She smirked. “And if you think your mom won’t hate me.”

“Impossible. She’ll love you.”

He got up out of the bed and moved to sitting on the edge of it.

“Crawl to me,” he said, voice low and husky. “You’ve been a very bad girl, Priestess Jeanie. I’ve heard you’ve been touching yourself in the temple of Zeus, and that’s a sin before our great God.”

Her lips twisted up into a humorous smirk. “Well, Seer Mark, even though you are the Oracle and are supposed to be omniscient, let me tell you why I couldn’t resist.” She crawled at a snail’s pace to get to him.

He reached behind him, grabbed her by the right upper arm and dragged her across the bed toward him.

She giggled and struggled a little.

“You better have a good excuse. Our God doesn’t take lightly to his Priestesses entertaining sexual fantasies . . .” He pulled her over his lap, ran his hand along the edge of her panties and his dick bobbed immediately.

Fuck, he’d been dying to spank her for so long like this—his mouth was watering.

His fingers tingled a little with anticipation.

“I have what I’d call my own inclinations of dirtiness to bury. You see, there’s this insanely sexy seer. Not only is he hot because he works out all the time, but he treats me with respect and tenderness like no one else has. He takes care of me, and I always know when he’s thinking of me, too, because he gets this look in his heavy-hooded eyes like he’s a little high off simple contact from me.”

He yanked her panties down to her thighs. “Priestess, why are you wearing panties? The holy women of the temple are forbidden to wear them.”

“Because I need something to soak up my juices, dear diviner.”

“Ssssffffff Jeeeeesus,” he moaned after sucking in a tight breath. He tipped his head back for a moment—God, she was good at this simple role play.

She wiggled her behind on his lap, taunting him.

“How am I supposed to keep from touching myself when he won’t touch me? I’m not allowed to ask, but he drives me insane. My lips down there get so engorged sometimes it’s hard to sit still through his sermon. So much throbbing. What should I do, Oracle?”

“Tell me who this soothsayer is, inflaming your desires, and I’ll discipline him appropriately, because you are never to touch yourself unless I command it.”

She hummed. “Hmm . . . Well, I don’t know if I should.”

He caressed her cheeks, warming them up, and then
swaaaaack
!

“Tell me,” he said, voice stern, hand prickling a little.

“How about I describe him instead? I wouldn’t want to cause him any trouble. He’s an incredible forecaster. Loves his mom and everything. He takes her to temple each Sunday.”

“Is that so?”

Swaaaaack!

“Ooooohhhhh,” she breathed with a sweeping exhale and wiggled some more.

“I believe you’re thinking lewd thoughts about him right now. You sound turned on, and you’re arching your cheeks up toward my hand. Are you turned on, Priestess?” He grinned, and his cock thickened.

“I am, Seer. I’m sorry. I can’t help it. Just talking about him makes me so wet, I worry it’ll drip onto your calves.”

“Oh fuuuuuuck!” he groaned and squeezed her cheeks with both hands.

“Isn’t cursing a sin, Oracle? Who’s going to punish
you
?” She giggled.

“You don’t think seeing your lustful, bared flesh is punishment enough? But I’m made of steel. I can push these salacious thoughts out of my mind swiftly and replace them with chaste ideas.”

“Like?” She turned her head to the side and stared at his dick, straining toward her.

“Like, I can envision your pain when you burn in hell for entertaining thoughts about this man penetrating you with his manhood. Is that what you think about when you touch yourself, my little supplicant?”

“I uh . . . I have many thoughts and don’t you think th—”

Swaaaaack!

“I will give you two more spankings, and then you will show me how you touch yourself precisely so I will know the magnitude of your sins. And if you ever touch yourself again without my permission, you will be meted out with a much harsher punishment.”
Swaaaaack! Swaaaaack!
“Now—show me.”

“But, Sir, that’s indecent!” She laughed at herself and squirmed a little more, but still stared at his cock.

It was beading at the tip now.

God, she was a delicious creature, the way she took to the lifestyle so readily and with such a great imagination.

“And how do you think I’ll be able to ascertain your penance if I don’t know the extent of your sins, Priestess? Now, two more. You tell me after each smack something you haven’t already told me. I expect full admission, even if I have to force it out of you.” He ran his fingers across her cleft, then swiped across her very dripping, very moist slit. “Seems you like punishment. Tell me why or I’ll add another swat.”

“I like that it reminds me of him. He does not spare the rod for fear or risking spoiling those he is responsible for.”

“And you are a little bratty child, are you not?”

“Mmhmm . . . But I don’t mean to be. I want to be good. I want to make you proud.”

“Then you stop thinking about him”—he pumped his fingers in and out slowly, making her breath hitch—“and you think about
me
. I am in charge of this temple, and I control everything—down to your unsavory thoughts. Do you hear me?”

“Oh God, that feels . . .”

He pulled his fingers out.

Swaaaaaack!

“I said, do you hear me?”

“Yes, my seer, I hear you.”

“Tell me a sin in conjunction with all this lasciviousness.”

His fingers were back inside her again, torturing her.

“I um . . .” She cleared her throat. “Sometimes when he’s speaking to me, my nipples get tight, and I fold my arms over my chest and secretly play with them. It makes my pussy clench for him, and when he’s talking with his cool, slightly raspy deep voice, I think about him whispering naughty things to me as he lies on top of me, pushes his hands inside my toga and then parts it open so he can wash his tongue over my nipples. It makes me really . . . Oh, dear God, I . . .”

He slicked up his thumb and slipped it into her anus while keeping his index finger in her pussy.

She tightened and made these sharp, gasping noises.

“What else? Tell me, or I’ll make this next one really sting, and I’ll keep my fingers inside you so I can feel exactly how naughty this cunt is.”

She gasped on the final word.
Cunt
? Fuck, yes.

“You like that, don’t you? You’re thinking of him using words like fuck and cunt, and then touching himself.” He stroked himself with his left hand while still assaulting her soft tissues, engorging them.

“I . . . God, yes, I like it.”

“Blasphemer! You take the name of the high gods in vain more than once in my presence? Now I see exactly how entrenched you are in sins of the most scarlet nature. You covet that which is not yours. You belong to the gods as their virgin priestess! No man must have you!” His breathing was so ragged it was making it hard to speak. He leaned over and bit the highest swell of her butt cheek.

She gasped again, then released a thready moan. Her ass was flushed pink and breaking out in goose bumps.

He released his cock and then . . .

Swaaaaaack!

This one had a little bite to it, and she convulsed so hard she almost fell off his lap, but he hooked her with his fingers he never took out of her ass.

It was awkward to use his left hand to spank her, but it worked just fine.

“Don’t you come, Priestess. If you do, I’ll have to really give you a grueling task as form of penance—maybe a human sacrifice—and you wouldn’t want that.” He thrust his fingers in harder and caressed her hot, tingling cheeks with his left hand.

“I w-won’t, Sir.”

“Good. Now, I need to hear another sin. What do you touch yourself with?”

“It’s embarrassing.” And she truly did sound disgusted with herself.

“
Jeanie
. . .”

“You’ll think I’m really sick,” she said, her voice timid and small.

“Must I force an orgasm on you? I need to know, I need to see all . . .” He choked back a cry of pleasure. She was so honest, even while playing this little game.

She hesitated and made this groan of mortification.

He pulled his fingers out of her and pinched her swollen clit.

“Tell me.”

“I . . . When I’m in your shower, and you’re not there, I use the handle of your back scrubber. I put it inside me, and I ride it.” She dropped her head and her arms went lax. “Sorry . . . I . . . You’ll probably want to get a new one now.”

“The one with the little white rope on the end of it that’s knotted?”

“Yeah.” She blew out a gruff exhale.

It tickled his leg hairs.

“Does it smell like your come?”

“Faintly. I try to wash it with your body wash several times, but I can’t ever get all of it out,” she admitted, her shoulders rounding forward now. “And I know you told me not to touch myself at all, but sometimes I can’t help it. Not when I’m thinking about you, and that’s nearly all the time now.”

He considered forcing an orgasm on her, but that would be overkill. This wasn’t really punishment after all—just a bit of fun.

“Good girl. Thank you for telling me, but I’m not kidding. No more touching yourself. Those orgasms belong to your master. They are not yours to take on a whim.” He grinned through a gruff exhale of lust. “If you tell me this instant who it is that has you misbehaving this way, then I’ll release your clitoris, Priestess, and I’ll stop keeping it under ransom.” His voice shook. Christ, he wanted her. His balls were aching. “Who is it?”

“It’s . . .
you
, Sir. I dream about you all the time—have for years. Oh, please, don’t hate me. I am married to our great God Zeus, and I always will be, but I’d do anything to have you. I’d give up everything I know to have you want me that way, too.”

“Priestess,” he said by way of warning, then pulled her off his lap and put her on her knees on the floor. “Your ritual cleansing and purification is thus—”

“Aren’t you upset with me that I’ve objectified you, Oracle?”

“You are young, and your flesh is weak. But I know what is best for you, so if you follow my lead from now on and you take your final correction with grace, then we’ll forget about this. I’ll wipe the slate clean, and you will still be in my service, but you have to vow right now to serve me, for I am Zeus’s instrument for you in all ways.” He stood, and his eyes went to his dripping head.

She nodded and placed her hands on her thighs. “I will, Sir. I promise. I’ll do anything you say. You always know best. I know that now.”

“And what should you have done when you first started having these evil thoughts?” He wrapped his hand around the base of his shaft and squeezed.

Her eyes grew wide and hungry, her tongue poking out at the tip of her lip like it might absorb what her vision could not.

“I should’ve . . . Um . . .”

His hand lashed out and gripped her jaw. “You should’ve confessed on the spot and asked for my guidance. You should have told me so I would’ve known how best to direct you, maybe even distract you and show the right way to handle this.”

Her eyes floated up to his, then back down to his cock.

“Greedy, aren’t you, Priestess? Is this what you’ve wanted? My manhood?”

“Yes, Sir. I’ve wanted it for so long it was hard to say my temple worship prayers at night. That’s when it was always the worst. I’d lie in bed, pretend I was with Zeus as my bridegroom, but really, I was imagining you. I’m an unfaithful wife to the mighty ones of Olympus.” She cast her eyes to his feet.