Page 166 of His Ruin
There’s a delicate chain that connects and dangles past her sternum. At the ends, bulky black crosses contrast against her upper stomach, swinging slightly as her thighs shift below her. Her breath escapes past her parted lips in quick puffs. She’s been turned on since I first captured her hardened buds with the clamps.
Good.
We were both raised strictly Catholic. While I turned away from my faith, Melody still abides by prayer and attends church regularly. Religion play is something I’ve always wanted to try with her. After her consent was given, I bound her and dropped her to her knees at my altar. Today, she’s going to worship a different god.
I slide my fingers into her hair, making her gasp at my sudden touch on her flushed cheek. She turns into me, the heat of her skin soaking into my palm as I fist her strands tightly and tilt her chin up to me. She looks so wanton and needy—her chest red with the desire that holds her in a tight fist.
“St. Melody,” I murmur as I kiss her forehead. “Welcome to confession. It’s been some time since your last counsel.”
She always hated sitting in that box with a priest. It felt sterile and invasive as she spilled her guts about every sin. I’ve always wondered if she mentioned me, the brother she shouldn’t have debauched thoughts about. I can hear the priest’s gasp now at our connection, see his eyes widen in surprise and disgust as he fidgets uncomfortably.
She swallows audibly, her slender throat working as a blush travels over her cheeks. “Yes. Forgive me, father, for I have sinned.”
My cock thickens at her tremulous voice. She isn’t afraid of this confession. She’s afraid of how much this is turning her on right now. “Then confess your sins to your god, Melody.”
The air rushes past her lips before she nods. “I drugged you…”
“Mhm,” I hum. “What else?”
“I have unholy thoughts about my brother.”
“Elaborate,” I command.
She shifts again, making the crosses cling together as she struggles with right and wrong in her head. “I-I like the things he does to me…”
“And what does he do to you?”
“He fucks me,” she answers quickly. “I like it when he’s rough with me, when he controls me.”
“Good girl,” I praise above her lips. “Sins are normal—no human is exempt. Giving in to temptation is the most common. Do you ever feel as if you’ve given in to temptation with him?”
She gulps, shifting her perfectly thick thighs together. “Yes.”
My head tilts as I rake my eyes down to the clamps. The chain that connects them beckons me as I curl a finger in the center of it and give a slight tug. She gasps, the sound shooting straight to my aching cock.
“There’s only one way to be forgiven of these sins,” I purr dangerously as I give another pull, and it drags her closer to me as her dusky nipples darken under the pressure. “I’m no priest…” I murmur as my mouth ghosts her temple. “I’m your god, Melody.”
She nods in a trance, her body pliant and moldable as her fingers curl around the crease of her thighs. She looks every part the obedient worshipper—her head tucked in prayer, her pulse fluttering wildly in her neck, and the wetness that soaks her. She’s giving herself to her creator.
“H-how…” She stammers before sucking in and trying to catch my eyes as her chin tilts up. “How can I repent?”
My chest rumbles in satisfaction at her enthusiasm. She’s playing her role well, the devout follower who only seeks guidance. Meanwhile, I feel like I hold her in the palms of my hands, the very being who could make or break her. I would never hurt her, but I would use my power to my advantage. I’m sick that way.
“Your god wants something…” I mutter into her hair, my eyes rolling at the fresh scent of coconut. “Give yourself to me. It’s the only way I’ll wash away your sins.”
“I’m yours,” she whispers with conviction. There’s something underlying in her meaning. While this is all a scene, reality and illusion are colliding. She’s allowing her innermost thoughts to push to the surface, and I’m fucking feeding off it.
I grab her cheeks fiercely, puckering her lips. “I’m going to fuck your tight ass, and you’re going to say a prayer to me. Do you understand?”
She nods, her bottom lip trembling with her desire. “Yes, big brother.”
“I’m not your brother right now, St. Melody. I’m your deity.” I correct harshly as I shake her.
“Yes,Creator,”she says quickly.
Fuck, I like the sound of that.
I produce the key to the cuffs before rising and releasing her. Her head follows the sound of my footsteps as I move behind her. I undo her bindings, and her whole body sags with relief before I snatch the nape of her neck.
