Page 22 of Semper
His dominance filled the space between us, suffocating yet inescapable. With a deliberate slowness, he reached down, undoing his slacks. He lowered them just enough to free his cock, and the size of him, so close to my lips, left me breathless.
He was massive in every sense—thick and long.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded, his voice low.
Heart racing, I hesitated for a split second before parting my lips. I felt the heat of him, the power behind his control. His grin widened, satisfied. He positioned himself, his control never wavering. Releasing the grip on my throat, he tangled his handin my hair, guiding me forward, filling my mouth even when I gagged, my throat constricting around him.
He held me in place, his grip unyielding. He watched my face as I struggled to accommodate the size of him, devouring my every reaction.
His grip on my body was unyielding and suffocating. I could feel his eyes boring into my face, relishing every tremor and gasp as he forced himself deeper.
Panic and pain surged through me as I struggled against his hold, tears streaming down my cheeks. "Wider," he commanded.
Desperate to escape, I tried to pull away, but his fingers dug into my scalp, keeping me in place. My resistance only fueled his desire as he continued to fuck my mouth with brutal force. The taste of him filled my senses, a bitter reminder of how powerless I was in his grasp. His cock pulsed with each aggressive thrust while I choked and whimpered beneath him, saliva running down my chin.
I knew the only way out was to make him come. When he thrust again, I took him in as fully as I could, hollowing my cheeks.
“That’s it,” he praised, his tone still so controlled.
I licked and sucked, wrapping my fingers around the slick base of him as much as I could, reaching into his dark boxer briefs with my other hand.
I cupped his balls in my hand, massaging them with a firm grip as I continued to suck and lick every inch of him. Anya had once told me the guys she was with usually loved this. He groaned, and I could feel his cock twitch in my mouth I gave it my all, stroking and sucking harder, determined to push him over the edge. Alexander grunted, his topaz eyes half-lidded and intense.
"Fuck,deliciae," he growled huskily. "You're so good.”
His thrusts grew more forceful, hitting the back of my throat and choking me. But I didn't pull away - I needed this to be over.
With each swallow, I could feel his cock swelling inside me, pulsing with impending release. The fear and pain mixed with an intoxicating sense of submission and sickening arousal. I struggled to keep up with his relentless pace.
His eyes remained locked onto mine, his gaze intense and unyielding.
My name escaped his lips, and I felt the tension in his body increase. The ferocity of his hips intensified, causing me to let out a choked whimper as he tightened his grip on my hair. With each stroke of his cock, I sucked harder, desperate to please him. Suddenly, he released himself into my mouth, filling it with his salty release that strangely reminded me of fruit. It was a welcome relief. He held onto my head as he thrust until there was nothing left.
I gasped for air when he finally slipped his cock out of my mouth, feeling the remnants of his orgasm drip down my throat. My face was wet with saliva, and I swallowed hard, trying to maintain some sense of dignity.
My body still trembled as he pulled me up with a commanding grip, adjusting himself and tucking away the evidence of our illicit encounter. I stood on shaky legs, my hand instinctively rising to wipe my mouth, but his fingers gripped my wrist like a vice.
"That stays," he stated quietly.
I nodded frantically, too terrified to argue. He released me and brought his hand to the back of my head, pulling me close. He leaned in, his lips barely brushing against mine in a soft, possessive kiss. “Turn around,” he ordered me.
I complied slowly, every fiber of my being on edge. Inch by inch, he guided me until my middle was pressed against the cold stone altar. My heart pounded in my chest as he leaned meforward, bending me over until I lay flat against the unforgiving surface. Panic seeped into my thoughts as I questioned what was happening.
"W-what are you doing?" I stammered, unable to keep the fear out of my voice.
“Refreshing your memory," he replied with chilling calmness.
The sound of metal scraping made my blood run cold. His hand left my hair, and I heard him reach for something hidden under the rear rim of the altar.
With practiced efficiency, he pulled up two small metal hoops and locked them into place on either side of the altar.
"Don’t move," he commanded, his voice soft yet heavy with authority.
I stayed still, frozen against the cold stone as his footsteps receded, the echo of his boots bouncing off the walls. My breath hitched as I watched him move through the shadows. From the corner of my eye, I saw him pass by, his figure dark and imposing. He slipped through a door toward the back of the room, leaving me there, bound in place, alone with the eerie silence of the Chapel. When Alexander returned, I heard the quiet shuffle of additional footsteps. Two women followed behind him, both masked, dressed in the dark, modest robes of the nuns I had seen before. One of them was pushing a metal cart, and for a fleeting second, it reminded me of the cleaning trolley I used to push around at work. Except this one was different—ominously different.
On top of it sat a lantern with a larger, flickering flame, chains neatly coiled beside it, and a bowl filled with some kind of liquid. The nuns stopped abruptly, standing eerily still until Alexander's voice broke the silence.
"Bind her," he commanded.