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You knew you were pushing the limit. You knew your actions had consequences - you had been taught that many times before. You even knew you would get caught eventually. And yet, you continue your obnoxious flirting with Secondo as you sit in the big chair behind his desk, watching him rearrange the bookshelves in his office. The leather of his chair is cool against the back of your thighs as you lean back to throw your feet up on the footrest sat next to his desk. He tells you a joke that you definitely don’t think is very funny - but you throw your head back in laughter anyway, displaying your neck and the low-cut collar of the habit you deliberately chose to wear that day for him. The high you feel when you see him in your peripherals looking over to watch your display is intoxicating .
He chuckles along with you before digging his phone out of his pocket and giving it a once over, tapping slowly against his screen with one finger as he struggles to maneuver the technologically advanced device. You can’t help but smile as you watch him, he’s such an old man, you think to yourself. He stalks towards the side of his desk, laying his phone down on its smooth surface and letting his eyes wander over your form before bringing them up to meet yours in what you thought was an intense, lustful gaze.
“Do you like what you see, Papa?” You run your hands along your thighs, trailing them upwards over the curve of your hips and breasts, stopping as you reach your collarbones. A cock of your eyebrow is all it takes for him to nod slowly, a low hum rumbling through his chest, but he doesn’t give you a verbal response. You try to entice him further by returning your feet to the ground, leaning forward in the chair and placing your hands on the edge of the seat, using your arms to squeeze your breasts together as you look up at him through your lashes.
The noise of the doorknob on his office door turning draws your attention but you’re frozen in your spot as you watch Terzo enter. His gaze is cast downwards as he enters the room, unaware of the display in front of him. You watch him take a few steps in before throwing his arms up, and yelling out a greeting to Secondo.
“Ciao, fratellone. Per cosa avevi bisogno di me?” His voice catches in his throat when he finally takes a look up at the room. You’re still sitting in your spot, tits pushed together as you lean in towards Secondo. He’s frozen for a few moments before you see a flash of rage wash over his face. His voice comes out rushed and loud, almost growling , making you wince. “Che cazzo significa questo?” Oh, this was really bad for you.
Secondo clicks his tongue before crossing his arms, looking down his nose at you. The scrutinizing stare makes you shrink slightly in your spot, shoulders rolling forward as you lose all confidence you had shown moments ago. “Sembra che un topolina si sia persa. Volevo che venissi a prenderla.”
Terzo lets out a loud sigh as he brings a hand up to pinch at the bridge of his nose. His voice is quiet as he mutters out a frustrated “perché sei sempre tu,” bringing his mismatched eyes back up to meet yours. His voice is authoritative, leaving you no room to protest. “Le mie camere. Ora.”
As soon as the words leave his mouth you jump up from your spot on Secondo’s chair, hanging your head low and rushing out of the room as you avoid eye contact with both men. All of your nerves are on fire as your legs carry you through the Abbey hallways to Terzo’s bedchambers, a mix of regret and excitement flooding your senses and making your head ache. You knew this was going to happen; and it still felt awful but you couldn’t help the pure arousal that was coursing through your body at the prospect of Terzo punishing you.
There was a routine the two of you had built in these situations: you flee to his bedchambers, rid yourself of all your clothes, and wait in his bed; and you must do it before he arrives. You click the door open to his room - step one complete. You waste no time in stripping down, throwing your clothes on a chair in the corner - step two complete. You sigh in contentment as you hop into his bed, his black silk sheets soft around you as you relax down into them - step three complete. You squirm in your spot slightly, lying in anticipation for his arrival.
The smell of him eveloping you has you rolling over to push your nose into his soft pillows. It’s completely intoxicating , musky with a hint of roses and sandalwood, the smell of him fitting his charming personality perfectly. You moan softly as you breathe it in. It sets you on edge and you can feel the cool air flowing from the vents onto your wet slit as you grind lightly into his sheets. You’re completely distracted, missing the sound of the door opening and his steps carrying him into the room.
“I send you to my chambers to wait for me, and this is what you choose to do with the little freetime you have?” His scrutinizing voice makes you jump up to your knees, turning to find him standing a few feet in front of the bed with both of his hands laced behind his back. His eyes are dark, his white eye piercing as he holds his head high. His expression holds no kindness, features looking almost predatory while he takes in your naked form upon his bed. “Why do you not speak, tesora? Surely you have something to say for yourself, no?”
You’re frozen to your spot and your breathing picks up as you listen to his words, stomach flipping before you open your mouth to speak. You whimper out a small “Terzo..” before he shakes his head.
“You were so confident as you displayed yourself in front of fratello mio like a whore.” The derogatory term brings a heat to your cheeks. “I expect the same courtesy, surely you understand.” He frowns before bringing his hands up to adjust the cuffs of his sleeves and the edges of his white gloves, walking towards the edge of the bed. “Display yourself for me.”
You waste no time, adjusting to lay on your back and resting your head against his pillows. Your heart rate speeds up when you spread your thighs and find his gaze drop to your core. You tangle your hands in his sheets next to your hips and watch him watch you. His movements are slow as he brings a knee up to climb onto the bed, stalking towards you on all fours. You whimper as his face nears your wet cunt, his head arriving between your knees before you feel his hands reach up to grasp at your waist and pull you down across the bed. A small squeak escapes you at the sudden movement and your eyes widen when you look up at his face, now right in front of your own. His Papal paint makes him look entirely too intimidating, his eyes intense as he stares down into yours.
You don’t even feel him trail a hand down your side, too enthralled by his predatory gaze. You gasp as his gloved fingers trail through your slit. It ignites your senses, suddenly feeling very sensitive as your eyes flutter down to watch his ministrations. He brings his other hand up to grasp at your jaw, squeezing as he brings your face back up to look at him.
“Who does this cunt belong to?” His voice comes out gravely, a low growl sounding in his chest as he runs his fingers against your entrance. The pull of the fabric against your inner lips makes you gasp, the intimacy of the situation suddenly hitting you like a truck. You whine against him, pushing your chest up into his as you try to entice him into touching you further.
“It belongs to you and you alone, Papa.” You try to quell the slight tremble in your voice. “You’ve always known that, Terzo. I wouldn’t give it to anyone else.” It’s a little difficult to talk with his grasp on your face, but you’re proud of yourself as you feel two fingers push up into your core. A moan escapes your lips at his intrusion, pitch heightening when you feel the drag of the cloth of his gloves against your inner walls. His eyes finally break away from yours as he looks down, watching how your cunt devours his fingers as he sets a comfortable pace. After a few moments, his movements falter.
His fingers become ridged within and you look back up at him, watching how his eyebrows knit together, expression turning angry again as you see the cogs of his brain working. It makes your stomach flip. Oh no , there was something he was thinking about and it was really bothering him.
“You say these things, but your actions show otherwise. What is the truth?” His voice is low as he breaks himself out of his stupor, sitting back on his heels to start undoing his belt. You bring yourself up on your elbows, your own eyebrows knitting together as you watch him take himself out of his pants. You try to ignore the way the sight of his hard cock makes your mouth water.
“You know I like to tease, Terzo… is there something wrong with that?” Your voice is quiet but confident as you challenge him. “It has always been that way…” You trail off and you can’t bring your eyes to meet his. You watch him as he removes his gloves with his teeth before licking a stripe up one of his palms and bringing it down to coat his shaft with a breathy gasp. You lick your lips and watch him palm himself. It’s out of pure instinct that you spread your legs wider for him, trying to draw him in.
He clicks his tongue as he watches your movement, almost sounding annoyed . In an instant you feel his hands grasping around your waist, once more dragging you downwards into his crotch. Your head spins as you feel his cock slide against your folds and you moan as you feel him rub along your clit. His hands trail up your thighs, coming to grasp at the back of your knees and he starts pushing , folding you into yourself. You throw your head back at the stretch against your hamstrings but he doesn’t let up until your knees are practically touching your shoulders.
His voice is low and strained as he leans down to ghost his lips over yours, replacing the hands behind your knees with his shoulders. His hands trail down to grasp at your hips, positioning his cock at your entrance.
“If you’re going to act like a bitch in heat then I am going to breed you like one.”
He gives you no time to prepare as he slams his entire length into you in one stroke. It makes you scream out, the sudden intrusion shooting a sharp pain through your legs. The stretch of his girth in your inner walls and the push of his cock against your cervix is a painful mix, but he doesn’t show you any mercy as he starts slamming into you at a completely brutal pace. His lips crash against yours and he growls , his teeth clashing with yours as he drinks in all of the sounds escaping you. He continues to thrust into you with no sign of stopping, using his grip on your hips to pull you down onto him to meet his thrusts and it makes you see stars.
It’s all completely overwhelming and you can’t help when you start to feel tears trail down your face. He continues his assault on your cunt as he brings his head up to look at you before dipping down to lick at the salty trails left in their wake.
“That’s right. Cry for your sins, puttana .” His voice is laced with venom as he spits the derogatory term at you, a breathy moan ripping from his throat as he feels you involuntarily clench around him at the term. He takes a few shaky breaths before continuing. “I’m going to cum inside of you. You will take all of my seed, and I pray it sticks.” He’s babbling at this point, his thrusts growing sloppy as he continues to slam against your cervix. You can’t do anything other than lay back and take it, too many sensations working through your body as you near your climax. You look up at him and watch the way the white and black of his Papal paint blends into gray from the sweat coating his forehead and temples.
His lips meet yours once again as he brings a hand down to work his fingers against your clit, sending you over the precipice with a few rough caresses. Your voice is hoarse when you whine against him, shaking in his grasp as he thrusts into you a few more times before reaching his own pleasure from the squeeze of your cunt around his cock. You feel his hips meet yours as he pushes as deep as he can go, emptying himself against your cervix.
“Yes, take it all in, la mia brava ragazza. Fuck.” His head hangs low as he watches where you’re connected, his dick kicking inside of you as he pumps you completely full. You can feel the warmth of his spend inside of you, some spilling out and running down your outer lips as he grinds himself into you through the tail end of his climax. His hair hangs down into your face, and you can’t help but giggle under him as it tickles your nose. You trail your hands up to run against the hair on the back of his neck, nails scraping to massage his scalp lightly.
“Did you mean that, Terzo? Do you really want to get me pregnant?”
He lays himself down onto you, forehead meeting your shoulder as he tries to catch his breath.
“We must not judge one another for the things said in the heat of the moment, si?” You laugh at his slightly muffled voice. He brings his face up, pressing a chaste kiss against your jawline before whispering low into your ear. “But I wouldn’t oppose it, amore mio. Being bound to you forever would be the highest honor a man could ever hope for.”