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Secondo restrained you with your own lingerie, tying the bralette around your wrists. At the feeling of the expensive lace, uncertainty crept in. 
 
“Secondo, I’ll ruin it,” you complained worriedly, shifting your wrists. “And I really like it, too.” 
 
“So? I’ll buy you more. I’ll buy you every goddamn set they have,” he swore fervidly, half-pissed at his claws catching on the material binding you. “Any color you want, any brand, I don’t fucking care. You’ll have it.” 
 
You tried so hard not to make a mess of his extravagant sheets. His casual exhibit of possessiveness, wealth, and generosity made you inclined to be a tiny bit good for him. 
 
“I’ll send you out with my debit card this weekend, accompanied by my dearest Cardinal,” Secondo assured, concluding your bondage. “Copia won’t mind. He knows to keep his hands to himself.” 
 — Secondo was a very generous lover. As much as he was an asshole, he loved to pamper you—albeit in secret. Which is why his idea of seduction was to discreetly slip his debit card into your pocket and insist you pick up some more lingerie for him to ruin. You knew this was more of a treat for him than it was for you; he couldn’t help but be a little selfish.  Though, sometimes that selfish nature shined brighter than his generosity. His selfishness morphed into hypocrisy, rooted from his possessiveness.  It made you bitter—furious, even—to watch Secondo flirt with the other Siblings in the Ministry. You knew it was a product of the charismatic Emeritus gene—the natural sensuality of a Papa—but it still pissed you off.  
“So sinfully stunning,” he’d praise the Sisters, then swear you were the prettiest in the moonlight. 
 
“So deliciously handsome,” he’d praise the Brothers, then hold you painfully tight in bed. 
 You and him would have the most passionate sex ever, then the next evening, you would catch him coo sweet nothings to the Siblings before Mass—as if those same words didn’t push you to climax the previous night.  What pissed you off the most was that Secondo would never allow you to indulge in that same behavior. If he caught you flirting with anyone else it would push him to madness. He would go feral. He was very possessive—so much so, that if you bothered to entertain anyone else, he would take it as the highest form of disrespect.  He was so fucking selfish, and such a fucking hypocrite. He flirted with whoever he wanted, while also having you all to himself, yet you were forbidden from having that same freedom and were shackled to his exclusivity. The only leverage you had—and the only thing keeping you sane—was that ever since Secondo fancied you, he didn’t take anyone else to bed. You were the only one allowed to desecrate his sheets.  And now, you were the only one allowed full access to his riches. You fiddled with his debit card in hand. Secondo sat across from you in his office.  “I am a man of my word,” Secondo declared, puffing out cigar smoke. “Spend as much as you need until you’re satisfied. My only requirement is that you return to me by the end of the day. I expect you to…show off what you got. Capisci? ”  Your pussy clenched, though you didn’t acknowledge it. You were still a little pissed at him and his stupid flirtatious mouth. You withheld your excitement as if trying to punish Secondo. It proved useless, considering the butterflies that crept into your stomach.  “Yes, Papa,” you replied gratefully, stifling the desire to mouth off at him. “Thank you.”  “You’re welcome, amore ,” he smirked, tapping his cigar into the ashtray and returning it to his painted lips. “I’ve already arranged for a ghoul to chauffeur you. The Cardinal will be ready to accompany you at any moment.”  You failed to hide how flattered you were at Secondo’s length of consideration, smiling. “What will you do all day without me?” you teased, allowing your giddiness to overshadow your previous bitterness.  “Paperwork, unfortunately,” Secondo groaned. “As much as I would love to take you out myself, I am very busy.” “And you’re super sexy and famous,” you snorted lightly. “Wouldn’t want the paparazzi to know you’re going sweet on me.”  A part of you intended that as a jab towards Secondo’s need for secrecy, but you were mostly joking. You just wanted an excuse to call him sexy and acknowledge that he rarely goes out in public anyways.  “Oh, per favore .” Secondo rolled his mismatched eyes. “Don’t start with me. I’ll take that card back and put you to work under this desk.”  You flushed, affected by Secondo’s playful yet assertive threat.  Before the both of you could get too excited, a gentle knock sounded from the outside of Secondo’s office door. The knock was timid, signifying who it obviously was.  “Ah, perfetto . Come in!” Secondo called.  Cardinal Copia sheepishly entered and politely shut the door behind himself. Although no dress code was established, Copia certainly followed one. He ditched his usual cassock and biretta, trading it for something casual with clear effort. He wore his carmine red zip-up hoodie, his black VVLGARI tee, a pair of dark blue denim jeans accompanied with a brown belt, black dress shoes, and his signature black leather gloves adorned with the Grucifix.  “Papa Secondo, Sir? Am I, eh, intruding?” Copia inquired.  “No, we’ve been expecting you,” Secondo assured. “Take this fine piece of work here and ensure she has a good time.” He waved his cigar in your general direction.  You blushed at Secondo’s compliment in front of Copia. That mouth would be the death of you, for better or for worse.  “Of course, Sir,” Copia affirmed. “She’ll be safe and sound with me. You have my word.”  “ Bene . I expect nothing less from you,” Secondo asserted. “Head out. The car should be ready.”  Copia bowed for Secondo, then took you by the crook of your arm. “Let’s skedaddle, Sister,” he chuckled, proud that Papa entrusted you to him.  You smiled fondly. You loved it when Secondo validated others, especially Copia; it reminded you of why you were drawn to him in the first place—aside from being a sexy asshole. A sudden devilish idea possessed you.  “Ah, I almost forgot,” you piped up, gently pulling your arm from Copia’s hold and walking up to Secondo’s desk. Copia waited patiently as Secondo sat expectantly.  “ Che cosa-? ” he began, before you knelt down and kissed him on the skull paint of his cheek. The corner of his lip upturned to form a slight smirk. Your lips, pressed against the side of his face, formed your own smirk as you trailed up to his ear.  “I’m gonna treat you so good when I get back, Daddy,” you whispered faintly, at a volume only he could hear. He grumbled as you pulled back, then leaned forward for a proper kiss.  Out of respect, Copia flitted his gaze away from the intimate scene, fiddling with his black gloves.  “That’s enough. Go,” Secondo ordered, breaking away from you. “Don’t give Copia too much trouble.”  “We’ll see!” you teased as you rejoined the cardinal in question. Copia laughed, still flustered from what he’d witnessed, as he led you out of Secondo’s office and towards the Ministry’s main entrance.  As promised, a ghoul was waiting to chauffeur you outside of the building. The ghoul guided you and Copia inside the Ministry-issued car, where the two of you nestled into the backseat. The ghoul returned behind the wheel.  Once the car surpassed the Ministry’s extensive driveway, you fully processed what you were doing. You were going out into town with Secondo’s debit card, held to no restraints, accompanied by Cardinal Copia. You practically vibrated in your seat, admiring the scenery of the forest as it flew by outside. Copia took notice, grinning.  “Excited?” he asked cheekily.  “Mm-hm!” you chirped distractedly. You plucked at the stitch lining of your seat next to your thigh, then switched to fiddling with Secondo’s card. The barely-there heft of the object reminded you of your one-sided discourse with Secondo, souring your chipper mood.   “Che c'è, Sorella?” Copia questioned, tilting his head in concern.  “Ah, it’s nothing,” you assured. “Just something with Papa.”  “Oh?” he hummed curiously, indirectly prompting you to share.  After a brief consideration, you seized your chance to ramble. You knew it was risky to share such domestic details with someone of the higher Clergy, but you couldn’t help yourself. Copia was a good man with a heart of gold—so easy to confide in.  You told Copia about Secondo’s hypocrisy and confessed your jealousy. You claimed that Papa was selfish and possessive, only allowing himself to be out on the prowl while you sat like an obedient dog in his bed. Then, you veered into the path of insecurity, wondering if Secondo was embarrassed to publicly claim you, considering his insistence for secrecy.  Copia listened comfortably, showing no reaction to you speaking ill of his beloved superior. He patiently waited for the appropriate moment to allow his own input.  “I see why you are distressed, Sorella ,” Copia consoled once you had finished. He didn’t miss the way your fiddling escalated. “May I offer my opinions?” You nodded, suddenly embarrassed over your excessive venting.  “Well, knowing Papa, he finds excitement in the secrecy, no? He is willing to play such games with you exclusively, because he finds you the most exciting!” Copia exclaimed sweetly. “I assure you, Sorella , he will soon see that you are just as enticing as the game itself, and will find the secrecy useless.”  You smiled, flattered by Copia’s attempt to uplift you. However, it didn’t entirely satisfy you, but you weren’t going to tell Copia that. You loved Secondo, you really did, but sometimes you wondered if it was worth it to be tucked in his pocket as he did whatever he wanted.  Then another thought plagued your mind: Brothers and Sisters alike would throw themselves at Secondo’s feet for just one night alone with him, so how replaceable were you? “Thank you, Copia,” you replied, finally tucking Secondo’s card away.  “Of course, Sorella ,” Copia beamed, blind to your inner turmoil.  — You shopped around at various lingerie stores with Copia’s company and assistance. You found it so funny and adorable whenever you held up a particularly revealing piece and Copia would blush.  “Eh, sì , that one is nice,” he would say, averting his eyes as if you were actively wearing it.  Copia resorted to hauling your bags, happy to bear the burden of physical labor for you. He refused to let you break a sweat (or a nail). You felt like royalty.  Slowly, over the next few stores, Copia grew accustomed to the lewdness of your selections, no longer bashful of giving critique. He began to analyze the lingerie like he would the scrolls, scriptures, and texts from the library.  “Oh, Sorella , look at this one!” he called to you. “A red one with flowery lace underneath the breasts! It is so intricate and saucy!” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.  You wanted to bark with laughter, but you were distracted by the beauty of his choice. It was something you would have never considered for yourself alone, nor something Secondo would think to get you either. It was the perfect surprise. “Copia, this is insane! It’s gorgeous!” you gushed. “Where did you find it?”  Copia held his hands behind his back, teetering back and forth on his feet proudly. “Oh, just sitting next to this bad boy…” he declared, before whipping out a complicated black set accented with velvety Essex green. Your eyes nearly fell out of your head.  Essex green was the perfect shade to lay Secondo’s claim all over you. It was dark—much darker than the emerald shade that decorated Secondo’s vestments; it resembled the shiny scales of a dark mythical dragon. The material was captivating and sleek, like a puddle of ink. Your eyes were drawn to its accent charm: a tiny silver crucifix topped with a lace bow between the breasts, ready to be torn off with teeth. It was clear that the set wanted to be used in the most unholiest of ways. It was the real perfect surprise.  “If you do not get that one, I will buy it for you myself,” Copia insisted, a dopey smile plastered on his face.  “I’m getting both of these,” you swore, still in awe. “Thank you! You’re the best assistant!” Copia waved his wrist at you, rolling his eyes endearingly. “Ah, I do my best.”  Once you deemed your shopping trip satisfactory, you and Copia both agreed it was time to head back to the Ministry.  On the way, however, you noticed an upscale sex shop that you hadn’t seen before. You requested the chauffeur ghoul to make one last stop. Before the blush could even reach Copia’s cheeks, you told him to wait in the car.  You made some quick last-minute purchases, very pleased with yourself, then rejoined Copia in the car. You sat the large black bag with discreet packaging in your lap, surrounded by the other bags Copia was responsible for. Copia smirked, politely instructing the ghoul to return home. Nightfall had snuck up on the both of you.  High on the success of your trip, you caught a case of the giggles. You felt so spoiled and grateful for Copia’s company. During the lengthy trip back to the Ministry, you began to tease and flirt with Copia, thanking him for a wonderful evening.  “These will be fun to organize,” Copia deadpanned, sorting through your abundance of bags. “ Satana! All these tags and strings!”  You laughed woozily. Leaning against his shoulder, you absentmindedly rested your hand on his thigh, planting kisses against his sideburn and giggling. “You’re so good to me, Copia. I don’t remember the last time I had this much fun.”  Copia was elated at the praise, but knew your proximity was too intimate for Secondo’s liking. He tugged at his gloves, shamefully enjoying the tickle of your lips and the heat accumulating underneath your palm on his leg. Gulping, he tried to remind you of Secondo.  “Ah, eh, I’m glad you had fun,” Copia stuttered. “Do you think Papa will like your selections?”  “Yeah, you have good taste,” you replied immediately, radiating sunshine and rainbows. You nuzzled into his side and played with the zip of his hoodie. “Do you think I’ll look good?”  Copia shifted, stifling his anxiety. “Of course, Sorella .”  You hummed, drunk on mirth. It felt so nice to be careless and uncontrolled with Copia. For once, you didn’t ponder the repercussions you would face under Secondo’s wrath. You held Copia’s gloved hand as you dozed off, cuddling into his side.  Desperately trying to dismiss the tingle in his gut, Copia allowed you to sleep. He squeezed his legs together, debating whether to feel guilt for betraying his Papa, or glee for your companionship.  — Once back at the Ministry, Copia insisted that he haul your bags again. The only one he couldn’t carry was the black bag from the sex shop, which was simply too big. He huffed in disappointment that you had to carry a WHOLE bag for yourself. Your case of the giggles didn’t falter, tickled pink at his generous behavior.  As promised, you and Copia reunited with Secondo in his office.  “We’re back, Your Unholiness,” Copia announced.  It was evident that Secondo had been drinking to get himself through his workload. He peered up from his paperwork, drowsy yet hyper focused.  “Ah, grazie mille , cardinal,” Secondo drawled, gesturing for Copia to set your bags down in the corner of the room. “Mm, I see you went all out,” he teased, watching as you crossed the room to set the big bag down. He didn’t hide the way his gaze followed your ass.  You bit your lip, your giddiness lingering. “I’ll admit I got carried away, but I only wanted the best for you.”  Secondo hummed pleasedly, his attention returning to Copia. “How was the venture? Did you enjoy yourself?” he asked the flustered man.  “Eh, yes, Sir. It was a great time,” Copia answered more curtly than he intended. He fiddled with his gloves once more, a nervous tick of his that Secondo picked up on over time. He took note of this, adjusting his posture in his seat.  “Hmn. Did she behave herself?” Secondo probed. He wasn’t exactly suspicious of anything but rather genuinely curious as to what could’ve caused Copia’s apprehension. Copia faced his superior, eyebrows raised as if caught in a conspiracy.  You, unaware of the tension building in the room and still high from your agenda, cut in enthusiastically. “I promise I was so good, Papa-”  “I was talking to Copia,” Secondo snarled, raising his clawed hand. The wine had worn him down and he was tired, wanting to get straight to the point of any possible foul play. You clamped your mouth shut, too surprised at the sudden raise of his voice to take offense at the interruption.  “I- of course, Your Eminence! She was on her best behavior!” Copia nervously assured. He tampered with the zipper of his hoodie. “ Perdonami , Papa. It has been a long day.”  You smiled at Copia for his vouch, though Secondo didn’t seem convinced. Copia stared at the floor, suddenly mesmerized by the carpet. Secondo sensed something was afoot, and couldn’t stand being denied information. You were blind to all of these issues, confused and increasingly agitated.  By the way Secondo’s face twitched, you braced for some sort of drunken outburst. For what, you didn’t know. Copia shriveled as if Secondo’s scrutinizing stare would catch the hint of clear lip gloss stamped on the side of his face, or the perfume trapped in the fabric of his hoodie.  “Cardinal, why do you not look me in the eyes?” Secondo inquired softer than expected, as if to not startle a frightened rodent. “Tell Papa. You know better than to lie.” You crooked your head at Copia, not knowing what there was to possibly lie about. A hot ball of shame swirled in Copia’s chest, wrapped in barbed wire and scraping at his insides. The toe of his shoe dug into the carpet, praying to Lucifer below that Papa would not be disappointed in him—nor distrust him around you after this.  “Speak, rat!” Secondo snapped, slamming his hand on the desk. When Copia flinched, Secondo cursed himself for his ill-temperedness, but his demand stood firm.  Copia, loyal to Secondo, confessed to your raunchy actions.  “ Mi dispiace , Papa. She may have…made a pass on me. In the car,” Copia revealed shamefully. “I did nothing to stop it. Ti prego, perdonami .”  Your stomach dropped, everything clicking into place. You hadn’t considered the extent of your actions, getting Copia caught in the crossfire. You didn’t blame him for his guilt nor folding under pressure. The air was filled with excruciating silence in the wake of Copia’s divulgence. “Papa, I didn’t think-” you began to interject, before he completely ignored you altogether.  “Did you touch her?” Secondo questioned, eerily calm.  Copia jumped at such an accusation. “Never, Papa.”  “Then you have done nothing wrong, little bird,” Secondo reassured him, then snapped his neck towards you. “The only one at fault is this temptress here.”  Copia felt conflicted. On one hand, Secondo’s words soothed his anxiety. On the other, he worried for you, knowing Secondo was cooking up some form of punishment.  You gawked, too overwhelmed to justify yourself. Your body was a cesspool of clashing emotions. You wanted to scream at Secondo for being such an unabashed hypocrite; You flirt with everyone all the time and I only did it once! You wanted to criticize his insistence for keeping you secret; What kind of Papa is ashamed of his lover!? You wanted to wail your insecurities; Am I not enough for you? Are you embarrassed of me? Do you really think I would cheat? You wanted him to make up his damn mind; Why do you spoil me if you don’t want to show me off?? Why do you treat me so special yet make me feel this bad? And finally, you wanted him to call you a temptress again, to chokeslam you to the floor, to praise you and degrade you and stuff his cock inside you, to remind you of who you belong to.  As you dissociated, Secondo rose from his desk, making his way towards you and cupping your cheek in his leather-clad hand. The material of his glove was cool against your heated face. His thumb swiped away hot tears you didn’t know had fallen.  “Cardinal, lock the door per favore ,” Secondo instructed, still shockingly composed.  Copia, sensing the heat of the moment, quickly obeyed. “ Sì, Sir. I will leave you be.”  He made his way to the door for a hasty exit, opening it with the intent to slip out and lock it from the outside with Secondo’s skeleton key.  Secondo abruptly snapped his fingers—a wordless signal causing Copia to freeze midway through the door.  “No. Stay,” Secondo adjured. “You are still needed.”

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Copia was no stranger to his superiors’ sexual endeavors. In fact, he was involved with the nitty-gritty parts of it as expected of his duties. Copia often found himself cleaning up after the Ministry’s ritualistic orgies, restocking Secondo’s stash of lube and Tylenol, and supplying Terzo with post-sex snacks (oftentimes while his partner was still in the bed, unconscious and bruised). 
 
However, Copia had never remained present during the debauchery itself. He preferred not to indulge in the orgies, nor take up Terzo’s invitations to help fulfill the threesome fantasies of some of the Siblings. 
 
Truth be told, Copia viewed the Emeritus brothers as his own older brothers (though he would never, ever tell them that). He looked up to them and everything they did, especially Secondo, so to be a part of their sexual rendezvous would feel almost invasive—despite the invitations. 
 
So when Secondo urged him to stay, he felt like he was being morally tested. The implication of “staying” was territory Copia hadn’t crossed before. What would be expected of him? What could he possibly provide in the presence of one of Secondo’s sexual scenes? 
 
Nonetheless, he locked the door and tentatively approached you and Secondo. 
 
Your face was still cradled in Secondo’s leather palm, your glittery gaze flicking between him and Copia expectantly. 
 
“Sit,” Secondo ordered, the slightest slur within the command. His breath was laced with the bittersweetness of wine. Your stomach swirled with arousal at the smell of him. 
 
You moved to obey him, pulling your cheek away from his hand, but he grabbed your wrist. The leather of his glove creaked with how tight his fingers wrapped around you. Your breath hitched, feeling a familiar tingle forming in your loins at the thought of those aggressive hands pressing into your throat. 
 
“No, I meant Copia,” he clarified gruffly. He almost seemed annoyed, as if you were supposed to be on his wavelength. Copia nearly jumped at the mention of his name, highly attentive. 
 
“Oh! Eh, o-okay,” Copia chuckled nervously. He swiftly planted himself in Secondo’s chair behind the desk. 
 
“C’mere,” Secondo murmured drunkenly, pulling you to his chest by the wrist. You staggered, splaying your hands open on his pecs. His button-up, a dark navy blue, crumpled underneath your palms. His large hand, having released your wrist, cupped the back of your head and pulled you towards his mouth. You dropped your jaw willingly, tired of hating him and just wanting him to overwhelm you with his dark talents. He shoved his tongue deep into the slot of your mouth. You instantly tasted the powder of his Papa paint and the tart of saliva-tainted wine. 
 
You shivered, pleasantly bombarded by his flavor and crushing proximity. The slide of your tongues created a sloppy noise, your teeth clicking together with the pure need to smash into each other. 
 
“Papa, Papa I’m sorry-” you heaved against Secondo’s lips, muffled. You personally didn’t feel like you had anything to apologize for, but your instinct to appease him got the better of you. 
 
Secondo suddenly curled his fingers into the back of your skull, entangling his claws into your hair and wrenching your head back. Your gasp trailed off into a moan, relishing the sting that crawled down from your scalp to the base of your neck. 
 
“Pathetic, how often you need to apologize to me,” he belittled, glowering down at you. “If only you listened, maybe I would treat you better.” 
 
Your desperate eyes searched Secondo’s face for any indication that he was aware of your jealousy, your insecurities, or your wild need to be loved. 
 
You found nothing within his heavily guarded expression. His pupils were dilated, his irises reduced to a thin green ring in his right eye, a thin white one in his left. Your legs felt like jelly under the scrutiny of his stare. 
 
Copia cleared his throat awkwardly, feeling extremely out of place. His hands were stuffed underneath his thighs and his legs bounced against the carpeted floor. 
 
Secondo decided to put the first part of your punishment into fruition. He swooped down to capture your lips once more. He released your hair, moving both of his hands to grip your hips and dig his clawed thumbs into your sides. He pushed at you until you backstepped, steering you around the desk. You trilled, following along and allowing him to guide you backward toward Copia as you kept kissing him. 
 
Copia inhaled sharply as you and Secondo approached his space. Secondo stopped you, pulling back from your lips to speak. 
 
“Cardinal, if you don’t mind, may the temptress have a seat?” Secondo asked. You blushed at the newly developed pet name, peering over your shoulder.
 
“Yep, yeah,” Copia complied. He pulled his hands out from underneath his thighs, setting them on the armrests to push himself up. 
 
“I didn’t tell you to get up,” Secondo said simply. “I asked if she may have a seat.” 
 
Copia gawked and stilled as if trying to solve a riddle. You were similarly confused, squinting at Secondo. 
 
Secondo was immensely satisfied at yours and Copia’s shared perplexity. With that, he aggressively ripped you away from himself and shoved you into Copia’s lap. 
 
You gasped as your ass made contact with Copia’s groin, your back slamming against his chest. Copia flinched and whined, instinctively catching your hips. He quickly snatched his hands away from you out of respect for Secondo. 
 
Swift as a raven, Secondo fell to his knees between yours and Copia’s overlapped legs. Before you could subconsciously snap your thighs shut, Secondo clawed them apart, dragging Copia’s apart in the process. 
 
“

Sir-!

” Copia squeaked without thinking. Secondo peered up at the other man; “You tell me to stop and this stops, Cardinal. I will not consider you any less devout to me.” 
 
Despite the jolt of surprise that was actively fading in your chest, your heart oozed at Secondo’s concern for his right hand man. Copia swallowed behind you but did not protest to Secondo’s actions, ever the people pleaser. 
 
“Secondo, what are you doing?” you demanded weakly. 
 
Secondo hummed rather than reply, sinking deeper towards the juncture of your legs. "Now, Copia, why don’t you tell me what transpired in the car?” 
 
“It was nothing, Papa-” you tried to insist, before Secondo glared at you. For Copia’s sake, you shut your mouth so as to not get him caught in the middle of another heated moment. 
 
—

High on the success of your trip, you caught a case of the giggles. You felt so spoiled and grateful for Copia’s company. During the lengthy trip back to the Ministry, you began to tease and flirt with Copia, thanking him for a wonderful evening.

“These will be fun to organize,” Copia deadpanned, sorting through your abundance of bags. “Satana! All these tags and strings!”

You laughed woozily. Leaning against his shoulder, you absentmindedly rested your hand on his thigh, planting kisses against his sideburn and giggling. “You’re so good to me, Copia. I don’t remember the last time I had this much fun.”

Copia was elated at the praise, but knew your proximity was too intimate for Secondo’s liking. He tugged at his gloves, shamefully enjoying the tickle of your lips and the heat accumulating underneath your palm on his leg. Gulping, he tried to remind you of Secondo.

“Ah, eh, I’m glad you had fun,” Copia stuttered. “Do you think Papa will like your selections?”

“Yeah, you have good taste,” you replied immediately, radiating sunshine and rainbows. You nuzzled into his side and played with the zip of his hoodie. “Do you think I’ll look good?”

Copia shifted, stifling his anxiety. “Of course, Sorella.”

You hummed, drunk on mirth. It felt so nice to be careless and uncontrolled with Copia. For once, you didn’t ponder the repercussions you would face under Secondo’s wrath. You held Copia’s gloved hand as you dozed off, cuddling into his side.

Desperately trying to dismiss the tingle in his gut, Copia allowed you to sleep. He squeezed his legs together, debating whether to feel guilt for betraying his Papa, or glee for your companionship.

—
 
Recalling your earlier affections, Copia winced at how it would sound repeated out loud. He didn’t want to fuel Secondo’s resentment towards you. 
 
“Eh…really, Your Eminence, it wasn’t anything,” Copia reiterated. He tried hard not to fidget anxiously, so as to not cause accidental sensations…down there. 
 
“Do not defend her, little bird. I assure you, she will not be penalized harshly,” Secondo swore. “I thought you knew better than to lie.” 
 
That

tiniest

hint of disappointment in Secondo’s tone made Copia submit. It also helped that he couldn’t see your face, therefore not seeing the way you braced for humiliation. 
 
“I- I was handling her bags when she placed herself against me. She put her hand on my leg and kissed my cheek,” Copia retold sheepishly. 
 
Copia wanted to hastily ramble, to get it all out at once, but Secondo took him by surprise when he rose up against you as he spoke. To both yours and Copia’s amazement, Secondo reenacted every word Copia spilled onto

you

. He leaned against your shoulder from his position in front of you, resting his hand on your inner thigh and kissing sweetly at the side of your face. 
 
You moaned openly, tossing your head to the side to allow Secondo more room to pepper kisses. Your cheek slid against Copia’s own, which made his eyes widen at such a wanton display. Secondo followed your head, smearing black streaks on your cheeks and occasionally bumping Copia.
 
You threw your hands around Secondo’s neck in an attempt to deepen his kisses. You started rolling your hips into nothing, wanting so badly to gain friction against Secondo’s chest but he was just barely out of reach. 
 
“

Satanas, Sorella

,” Copia whimpered in response to your bodily movements. Copia, ever the gentleman, kept his hands to himself on the armrests. 
 
Copia’s voice reminded you that there was a perfectly good body behind you to gain stimulation from. You gave up trying to chase Secondo’s chest, discreetly working your hips backwards into Copia as you kissed Secondo. Copia stifled his mewl, chewing his bottom lip. 
 
To your dismay, Secondo retreated. He whispered to Copia, “Go on.” 
 
“Er, right, yes,” Copia wheezed. “Sh-she rubbed against me, th-

uh!-

then messed with my hoodie, and took my hand…!” 
 
Copia crumpled and his voice pitched, as if hand holding was equitable to infidelity. Your ass ground his zipper into his bulge, creating a wonderful mix of bite and pleasure. 
 
Secondo reenacted Copia’s words once more. He nuzzled against your neck, nipping little love bites against your pulse point. One of his hands tore at your clothes while the other pulled one of your hands from behind his head and held it, his thumb massaging your knuckles. He worked intensely, his forehead colliding with Copia’s lower jawline. 
 
“Secondo,

fuck-!

” you bemoaned at a particularly harsh nip. You scratched down his clothed back while arching your spine, crushing your ass against Copia’s now prominent erection. You felt so blissfully snug sandwiched between them. 
 
You were impressed by Copia’s self restraint. A part of you wanted Copia to lose it and touch you, just to see what Secondo would do. You felt your submissiveness faltering. 
 
Secondo sensed that you were enjoying yourself too much, so he grabbed you by the throat and pushed you against Copia, ripping your lips away from his own. 
 
“All of that, you had given to Copia in the car,” Secondo snarled. “Did it feel good? Did you want to be fucked and bred like the bitch you are?”
 
You nodded dumbly, high on his kisses.
 
Secondo scowled. “Imagine how that makes your Papa feel, knowing you were willing to give yourself away like that to another man today.” 
 
You sobered up instantly, realizing the point Secondo was trying to make—although playing dirty. Copia cowered behind you. 
 
“You know I only want you, Secondo,” you plead bitterly. 
 
“It didn’t seem like that today,” he countered. “But I am good to you, so I will teach you your lesson in a way I know you will like.” 
 
You frowned when Secondo didn’t clarify. He released your throat and reached beside you to gently grab Copia’s limp wrist from the armrest. Copia weakly sat up, ready to follow along despite how winded he looked. Secondo guided Copia’s hand between your legs, pressing it against your clothed cunt. You gasped, quivering at the touch. Copia’s eyes bulged out of his black makeup, in absolute disbelief that Secondo wanted him to fondle his lover—especially considering how possessive he knew the man to be. 
 
Copia studied Secondo’s face, prepared to retract his hand at any given moment. That hand, gloved and clad in leather, did not move more than Secondo guided. You sucked in a breath—a part of you wanted to coo at the teamwork between the two men—but you were so turned on you could barely register anything other than the overlapped hands rubbing at your pussy. 
 
“Keep going like this,” Secondo instructed. 
 
“Like this?” Copia asked, repeating some unseen sinful motion with his fingers. 
 
“

Bene

, like that,” he replied. 
 
“Like

that

-!” you swooned as Copia gyrated his middle finger, soaking the fabric concealing your cunt. 
 
Your passionate reaction made Copia pause, fearful that Secondo would take offense at your enjoyment of his touch. 
 
“Keep going,

Cardinale

. She likes it,

no?

”
 
The cardinal in question swallowed. “Okay.”
 
Secondo nodded, removing his hand from Copia’s and settling it on your knee. Unsure what to do with so much newfound control, Copia continued the movements Secondo led him off with. 
 
Under Papa’s watchful eye, Copia did his best to pull pleasurable noises from you. Your hooded eyes were trained on Secondo, who was far too impassive for your liking despite his grip on your knee. You were determined to crumble his composure. 
 
Copia experimentally swept his leather over your clothed clit, pressing his middle and ring fingers into the bud while his neighboring pinky and index fingers spread to stroke where he knew your puffed pussy lips were. You wailed and your hips jackhammered into Copia’s hand. 
 
Secondo raised his eyebrows, supposedly impressed by Copia’s maneuver. Copia gasped as your hips flailed, his dick twitching in his jeans and precum dribbling unwarranted. 
 
“Please,

please-!

” you begged, unsure of what you were so desperate for. 
 
“What- what is it?” Copia bit out, hand slowing. 
 
“Don’t stop, Copia, please! Fuck, need more-!” you heaved. “Want, I want your fingers.” 
 
Even though Copia’s fingers were actively fondling you, both him and Secondo knew what you were really asking for. Copia eyed Secondo timidly. Secondo’s lack of reaction to you begging for another man’s fingers pissed you off a little. 
 
“What do you think, Cardinal? Does she deserve it? She’s been quite a slut today,” Secondo inquired demeaningly. 
 
Before you could be offended, you felt Copia throb against your ass at Secondo’s words—to your

immense

surprise. You didn’t think Copia was that kind of man. 
 
A sudden bolt of clarity shot through your horny haze. You were effectively humiliated and it was starting to spoil your fun. Why were you here in the first place, begging for a hand down your pants like some depraved teenager? 
 
Right, you remembered. Because Secondo was a bastard of a flirt and a hypocrite. You flirted with

one

other man and now he felt the need to make a display out of you, as if

you

were the one going around the Ministry sweet-mouthing everyone. Your anger, embarrassment, and jealousy boiled to the surface. 
 
You decided to do something horrible. If you were already being punished, you wanted to be punished for something that actually called for it. 
 
You barely registered your own movements as you threw one of your arms behind your head to wrap around Copia’s shoulders, dragging his neck to your wet mouth. You clamped down and began to suck lovingly, shocking profanities from Copia. 
 
“Ah,

f-fuck

, oh Lord, that’s-!” he whimpered, followed by an aggressive thrust against your ass. “Oh angel, Sister, please-!”
 
You smiled into his neck, drooling excessively to catch Secondo’s attention. 
 
Secondo’s eyes possessed a blazing fire. His hooked nose twitched with the strain of stifling his anger. But it was brief. The fire smoldered and dissolved into the face of a man with a brat to tame. 
 
“She feels good, does she not,

Cardinale

?” Secondo hummed. 
 
Copia blushed, suddenly aware of how he was embarrassing himself in front of Papa. 
 
“Yes, Sir,” he whined. Copia's gloved fingers unintentionally stiffened and clenched against your clothed pussy lips, causing you to moan under his ear. Copia refrained from moaning back. 
 
“Well, thank her, then. Give her what she wants,” Secondo commanded. You and Copia perked up. 
 
Copia shifted skeptically. “You want me to…?”
 
Taking initiative, Secondo reached for your crotch. You ripped your mouth from Copia to watch. Secondo gently moved Copia’s hand to the side, away from your leaking core. You deflated at the motion, then immediately regained interest as Secondo tugged your bottoms and panties away from your cunt in one smooth glide. You shivered as your engorged clit pulsed in the wake of the office air. Secondo failed to hide the way his pupils dilated at that. 
 
“Go on,” Secondo urged Copia, returning his hands to their place on either of your knees. “Take care of her.” He nodded toward your unveiled mound. 
 
Copia swallowed. He dove his leather fingers down your body and curled them underneath your clit. You keened and buzzed with stimulation. Copia clamped his eyes shut, bowing his neck down as he began to pump his fingers. The faster he did so, the harder he ground his hips into your ass, as if trying to brush your pelvis from the front and back at once. The graphic thought made you throb hotly around his digits. 
 
Observing your increased excitement, Secondo ordered, “Slow.”
 
Copia had enough consciousness to wordlessly comply, slowing his fingers and stroking your inner walls at a more leisure pace. You groaned out of pleasure and despair, recognizing the game Secondo wanted to play. 
 
Play he did—cruelly. Secondo proceeded to control the pace through Copia, continuously edging you. Each time he detected your signs of impending climax, he commanded his (literal) right-hand man to switch things up. It was agonizing and wonderful. 
 
“Faster,” he would demand, then “Stop” as your face slacked in pleasure. 
 
“Stroke right there,” then “Spread your fingers” or “Go lower, higher, harder, deeper.” 
 
Copia’s lap was soaked, your juices leaking down your taint and seeping into his jeans. The slickness made Copia’s head spin, dry humping you into oblivion, abandoning all composure. 
 
Soon enough, he was approaching his own peak. “S-Sir, I think I’m gonna-”
 
“Nobody gets to cum until she apologizes for her behavior,” Secondo slurred, still heavily intoxicated. After a considerable pause, “Stop.” 
 
Copia ceased all movement, though did not pull his fingers from inside of you because Secondo did not tell him to do so. Copia’s stiff finger nudged against your needy clit as if teasing. 
 
“Oh come ON!” you wailed. “Please!”
 
“Feels like déjà vu,

no

? Haven’t we been here before?” Secondo smirked. 
 
You knew Secondo was being an asshole—egging you on by reminding you of the last time you successfully apologized and were rewarded with a mind-blowing orgasm. 
 
“Just tell Papa you’re sorry,” he crooned mockingly. “Or if you’re feeling stubborn, why don’t you tell Papa why you did it?”
 
“I-

ah!

-already said I was sorry!” you huffed as Copia’s fingers shifted slightly. 
 
“I know you did not mean it; you only wanted to appease me,” Secondo hissed. “Try again, or tell me why you did it.” 
 
Your thighs trembled on either side of Copia’s wrist. Copia’s teeth worried at his bottom lip, feeling completely responsible for your shame and vulnerability. 
 
A dam broke.
 
“Because it’s not

fucking fair!

” you tried to snarl, but it came out as a whine. “You fuck around with whoever you want! But I can’t do the same! God forbid Copia gave me a little attention and I liked it!” 
 
Copia swallowed thickly, flicking his eyes to Secondo. The man in question cocked a brow and leaned forward. 
 
“You are jealous of a little flirting?” he asked incredulously. Watching the way you bucked, he dismissed the condescending tone. “I am an Emeritus,

Sorella

. I am meant to lavish all of my Children with affection, to let them know they are loved as long as I am their Papa.” 
 
Rather than respond, you scoffed and sobbed. He leaned forward further with hooded eyes. He touched his nose to yours, forcing you to look at him. His baritone voice dropped to a sensual whisper, rumbling in between your chests. 
 
“But no matter how many Siblings require my attention, I always think of this face,” he whispered huskily, running his tongue across your bottom lip. “I am proudest as Papa when I’m with you.” 
 
Your breath caught in your throat at his unexpectedly sentimental confession. You bucked harder. Copia tried his best not to moan at your wiggling, to not ruin the moment, as your ass grinded his zipper against his crotch. 
 
“Keep that in mind as I alone allow you to cum,” Secondo said. “Continue, Copia.” 
 
At the use of his name, Copia built the rhythm back up. Your core was hot and needy, sucking Copia's fingers inside as if starved. 
 
A part of you was reluctant to voice your pleasures, not knowing if Secondo was going to make Copia edge you again. Despite this, your legs quivered and your spine arched, slumping into submission. Copia slid his leather digits over a particularly delicious spot. 
 
"Fu-uck, Copia-! So good-!" You moaned wantonly. 
 
Secondo rubbed up your thighs to soothe your shaking. The warmth of his palms spread underneath your skin and traveled to your cunt. Your head dug deeper into Copia’s shoulder as your hips jackknifed upward. Your clit slid hotly against the underside of Copia’s fingers, causing you to cry out. Sensing your neediness, Copia used his thumb to pet your inner thigh, which produced a distracting tickle. You bit back a laugh, knowing that if you let it out, the contractions of your stomach would make your clit flick almost unbearably. You would surely fall apart. 
 
It seemed that was exactly what Copia wanted. He spread his two fingers, gliding them on either side of your bud and pinching it between them. He then used his outermost fingers to push your pussy lips together for extra pressure. Secondo groaned as this squeezed your juices out for him to see. It squelched and dripped down to the floor between his thighs. 
 
Tears slipped hot down your cheeks as you wailed obscenely. 
 
“Oh Copia, thank- thank you-! Good boy, such a good boy-!” you hiccuped. 
 
You had no fucking idea where that came from or how you gathered enough coherency to say it, but it was clearly the right move. Copia whimpered embarrassingly loud as his cock kicked in his pants against your ass. His other hand dove to your cunt to join his first one. One hand kept your pussy lips spread and stroked them as the other worked within your opening. He thumbed at your clit as his fingers slid deeper to find your g-spot. 
 
You could tell Copia was not only searching for your g-spot, but for reward. As an afterthought, you glanced down at Secondo. You were so caught up in your pleasure that you hadn’t realized how hard he was gripping your knees. He was disturbingly quiet and you were surprised he hadn’t intervened thus far. Your gaze traveled further down between his legs and there you saw it—that unmistakable bulge giving away his arousal. Your eyes snapped back to his face and he looked as if he could eat you alive. 
 
“

Cazzo,

I can smell you from here,” he grumbled. “It’s divine.”
 
As Secondo knelt forward to drag his nose along your inner thighs, Copia found his prize. He probed at your g-spot with terrifying accuracy. 
 
“THERE! Fuck, yes, right there!” you screamed. “Please, please,

please!

”
 
You urged Copia to dry hump you, knowing it would spur him into a frenzy. Copia looked down anxiously at Secondo, expecting him to command a cease again, but that command never came. Secondo stared back at the cardinal from in between your legs, nodding faintly. 
 
Secondo began licking and sucking at your thighs. With his Papa’s permission, Copia drove his hips into your ass while his fingers flew in and out of your cunt. His fingers moved so fast and so slick that some of your juices flicked off of his leather and onto Secondo’s cheeks. It was disgusting and Secondo was moaning quietly and it turned you on

so bad.

Unsurprisingly, Copia was the first to crumble. He tried to warn no one in particular of his climax, panting,

“I-I’m close, I’m close, I’m coming-”

before he blew his load in his pants. You felt a patch of warmth slowly spread against your asscheeks and the quiver of Copia’s thighs. 
 
As Copia rode out his orgasm, he let out punched little

ah, ah, ah’s

as he did something mind-numbing with his fingers. He stiffened and drew slow, tight circles against the inner wall of your stomach and that set you off. 
 
You babbled nonsensically—Secondo’s name was sprinkled in there somewhere—as a firecracker exploded in your lower regions. It was hot and quick and near-painful with how good it was. As the sparks flew and ebbed away, sprinkles of heat tickled your nerves. You sighed and moaned as the heat morphed into thick droplets, leaking out of you. If Secondo wasn’t already somewhat intoxicated from the wine, your juices would’ve easily gotten him drunk. It spilled out in time with your pulses. Your cunt fluttered and tightened perfectly, enhancing the specks of pleasure fighting to prolong your climax. 
 
Copia held you up as you slumped in his lap. Secondo retreated from between your legs, rising to his feet with a hum. Your slick littered his face. 
 
“Feel better?” Secondo asked both sincerely and mockingly. 
 
“Mm hm,” you slurred, then winced as Copia slipped his fingers out of you. 
 
“

Scusi

,” he squeaked as his fingertips popped out. A string of slick snapped from his gloves back to your cunt, making you shiver. 
 
Secondo helped lift you off of Copia’s lap as you stood with wobbly legs. You fell into his arms like some horrible cheesy romance film as he chuckled cooly. Copia slid out of Secondo’s chair and flopped onto a nearby loveseat. He was so exhausted that he didn’t have the energy to be embarrassed for doing such a thing in Papa’s office. 
 
You smiled softly as Secondo placed you back down on his seat. He pressed kisses to your neck, rubbing some of the slick on his face onto your jaw. You pushed back against his mouth, enjoying the flutter of his lips. He then pulled away and rose to his full height. His bulge still tented his pants—a reminder that he hadn’t cum yet. You opened your mouth to acknowledge it, but he stepped away before you could say anything. 
 
Secondo disappeared into his bedroom adjoined to the office to grab some wet rags and a pair of tumbler glasses from his minibar. He left the door a crack open. You heard running water and him muttering Latin; he was contacting a ghoul and giving them instructions.   
 
After some more rustling, Secondo returned to the office with his goods. His face was clean and he had touched up his Papal paint. The rags were draped over his forearms, and in each hand he held a glass of water. Your eyes instinctively fell to his crotch, where you saw that his erection had softened. A part of you was disappointed. 
 
He came over and helped pull your bottoms back up, then handed you a glass of water and a wet rag. “Drink,

per favore

,” he said. You kissed his nose in gratitude. He moved over to Copia. 
 
Copia raised his head as Papa approached. He was suddenly aware that his pants were full of his release and he flushed. Though, Papa didn’t say anything. Copia shed his desecrated gloves and took the water and rag from him. “

Grazie

, Your Eminence.” 
 
“Of course,

Cardinale

. I hope you had a good time with us,” Secondo smirked. His gaze flitted to Copia’s soiled pants then back up to his freckled face. Copia’s flush deepened. 
 
“I did, Papa,” Copia confirmed bashfully. He sipped his water and dabbed the rag at his forehead. “I- I hope there are no hard feelings…” 
 
For a moment Secondo was confused, before remembering how Copia got involved in the first place—him falling victim to your temptatious flirting. 
 
“No, of course not,” Secondo consoled with a grin. “She’s quite the minx.”
 
You grumbled halfheartedly as you sipped your water. Relieved, Copia finished off his own glass. He nearly dropped it when he jumped in reaction to a knock at the door. 
 
“A ghoul,” Secondo assured simply. 
 
You glanced up as Secondo unlocked the door to answer it. One of his ghouls stepped in holding a handful of fresh clothes for Copia per Secondo’s instruction.

None for me

, you noted pettily to yourself. 
 
“

Grazie

, ghoul,” Secondo thanked as they bowed and left. 
 
Secondo gave Copia his fresh set of clothes to change into. Copia thanked him as he went to change in Secondo’s bathroom.
 
You wiped the rag over your face as Copia stepped back out, dirty clothes wrapped in his arms. Secondo placed his hand on his shoulder. “Thank you for joining us this evening, Copia. Please allow the temptress over there to escort you back to your room.” 
 
You gawked at him and gestured broadly to yourself to emphasize how much of a mess you were. “Papa, I look like shit. If I could just have a change of clothes before leaving the room…”
 
“We have kept the Cardinal enough for tonight. It is late, and he has duties in the morning,” Secondo insisted. “You will come back to me, because I am not finished with you yet.” 
 
There it was, the smarmy fucker. He was purposefully trying to humiliate you—making you walk the Ministry halls reeking of sex and blatantly implying that you were going to get dicked down upon return. Of course Secondo wasn’t satisfied yet. Lucky for him, you were never one to back down from a challenge. 
 
Copia cleared his throat rather loudly. You stood up and strolled across the room, taking Copia by the arm. “Right, Papa. How rude of me not to offer myself,” you complied with sickening sweetness. “C’mon Copia.” 
 
“Right,” Copia parroted sheepishly, allowing you to lead him out. “

Buona notte

, Papa.”
 
“And to you too, little bird,” you heard Secondo reply as you shut the door. 
 
You led Copia back to his chambers. It was a bit awkward; your thighs were uncomfortably sticky from your cooled juices. You hid your discomfort from Copia, who was rambling about his rats and if he’d fed them enough earlier. 
 
You smiled, though your mind was elsewhere. The stickiness of your thighs reminded you that the night was not over, and you planned to make it your own.

----- CHAPTER BREAK -----

Although there weren't too many Siblings roaming the halls at this hour, there were still a good handful that witnessed your debauched state. It didn’t help that Copia was walking alongside you, your arm crooked around his own—it was easy to draw conclusions. Copia was a surprisingly large man, so his body shielded your own from some wandering eyes, but it still pissed you off knowing Secondo was successfully making a fool of you—and he wasn’t even here. It lit a vengeful fire within you. You would get him back for this. 
 
Finally, you reached Copia’s room. You planned to wish him a good night and leave him be, but ever the gentleman, Copia held the door open and invited you inside. 
 
“I know you have, err, plans for the night…” he began awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head, “but would you like to come inside for a moment? You can feed some of the rats!” 
 
There was no way you could refuse an offer like that. “Yes, please,” you accepted, stepping politely past him. 
 
As Copia discarded his dirty clothes in his closet hamper, you decided that Secondo deserved to be kept waiting. Besides, you genuinely liked spending time with Copia, and you weren’t going to let Secondo rush you for a fuck. 
 
Copia then rummaged through the cabinet underneath his cage of rats, searching for their food. The rats chittered happily above him.
 
Digging into a bag of banana chips, Copia turned to you and said, “When you feed them, do it like this. They are more likely to nip you when they are eager. I promise they don’t mean it.” He chuckled. You giggled in response, watching him carefully. 
 
He opened the cage, where his rats were gathered in a cluttered semicircle. He pinched the banana chip between his fingertips, making sure that most of the chip was stuck out towards the frontmost rat. The rat’s nose twitched as it sniffed Copia’s offering, then accepted it between its teeth and scurried off. “A-ha, good boy,” Copia praised the rodent. You smiled. 
 
“Okie dokie, your turn,” he said, handing you a chip. 
 
Copia moved aside as you tried to find a rat that wasn’t actively trampling its brethren. The smallest rat of the pack, a black and white one, squeezed to the front and performed its best puppy dog eyes. 
 
“Aww,” you gushed. “Here, little guy.” 
 
You aimed the chip towards its nose just like Copia did, and it accepted with an enthusiastic squeak, rushing off to feast. You smiled wider. 
 
For the next near-hour, you helped Copia feed his rats and discussed miscellaneous topics. You learned that the small rat you fed was named after Secondo's younger brother, and it was found weeks ago in the Ministry garden.

“His name is Terzito, don’t tell!”

Copia had demanded in a hushed giggle. You swore to keep your lips sealed. You felt like you were at a middle school slumber party in the best way. 
 
Soon, Copia noticed the time and clapped his hands together. “

Merda

, it’s nearly midnight! I need to rest. Forgive me, I didn’t mean to keep you for so long,” he rambled worriedly. 
 
“Nothing to forgive,” you assured him. “I had a lot of fun. All day, I mean. Thank you.” 
 
Copia’s cheeks took on a rosy tint, though he waved it off. “Of course,

Sorella

. I also enjoyed myself today.” 
 
He followed you to the door and wished you a final good night. You waved as you left and disappeared down the hall. 
 
As you made your way back to Secondo’s office, you couldn’t help but be smug. You hadn’t paid Secondo any mind for a full hour and he was probably seething in his room. You were surprised he hadn’t sent a ghoul to drag you away. You could already imagine his complaints:

“Where the hell have you been, Sister?”

“Who the fuck do you think you are to keep your Papa waiting?”

“Is this what I get in return for my generosity? A disobedient brat?”

You continued down the hall with fervor. Once you finally reached his office, you paused in front of the double doors. You didn’t know whether to knock or invite yourself in. You chose to stride right inside with the utmost lack of decorum, just to be extra petty. 
 
Upon entrance, Secondo was in clear view sitting behind his desk. He had picked up where he left off on his paperwork and was drinking even more wine. 
 
You shut the door and clicked the lock into place louder than necessary. “Papa.” 
 
“Change into something nice and wait in my bedroom,” he ordered without even a glance in your direction. “I will be there in a moment. Don’t you fucking

dare

touch yourself.” 
 
Starting strong, then. Your instinct screamed to say something snotty, but you wanted to play your cards differently this time. You began to plot some retaliation. 
 
“Okay,” you obeyed. You made sure to sound as suspicious as possible in an attempt to intrigue him. It didn’t work. Too bad; you had bigger plans in mind. 
 
You went to the corner of the room where your shopping bags were. You weren’t concerned about Secondo’s curiosity, because he still wasn’t paying you any attention. Grabbing the bags, you went to Secondo’s bedroom adjoining the office. The door clapped shut, sealing your momentary privacy. 
 
Once you were alone, you set the bags aside and pulled out the Essex green lingerie. You admired its texture and pinched the fabric between your fingers. Satisfied and excited, you rushed to Secondo’s bathroom to change. 
 
First, you had to freshen up. As you stripped yourself bare, your clothes stuck to your body—particularly between your legs. You grimaced, tossing the tacky fabrics to the floor. Then, you took a quick shower and hastily toweled yourself off. 
 
You carefully slipped on the lingerie Copia had picked out and you couldn’t believe how well it displayed your assets. The color complimented your skin tone beautifully and the material rubbed against you just right. Although there was currently some tension between you and Secondo, you were admittedly excited for his reaction. At the thought of him, you spotted his bottle of cologne on the edge of the counter. You smirked as you sprayed some of it on. 
 
Exiting the bathroom, you wanted to spice up the atmosphere a little. You moseyed around the room feeling very sexy as you lit incense and candles, adjusted the lights, and turned on the vinyl player. You even went as far as to smooth out the bed sheets to lay on them. 
 
Patiently, you sat and waited for Secondo, basking in the ambience you created. You knew he wanted you to suffer impatiently, but you weren’t going to allow him that victory. You also knew that he expected you to disobediently touch yourself so that he could punish you harshly—and you weren’t going to allow that either. Your hands remained respectfully away from your mound. 
 
A part of you was peeved that Secondo would undoubtedly enter the room with an attitude. You felt so sexy right now and he was surely going to downplay his appreciation for your efforts to uphold his “unbothered” facade. To somewhat prevent this, you scurried to his dresser and pulled out his robe, slipping it on. He would have to work to see you in full glory and appreciate it more once things got rolling. The robe hid everything—it was much too big and looked more like a frumpy blanket. It was comfortable, at least. You plopped back on the bed and continued waiting. 
 
Finally, Secondo entered the room. His eyes immediately fell onto you. 
 
“I thought I told you to change into something nice,” he deadpanned, shutting the door.

Asshole.

You swallowed. 
 
“I did, Papa. Underneath this,” you clarified, swaying the robe playfully. 
 
“Mm hm,” he mumbled. He approached as he spoke. “Did you touch yourself?”
 
“Nope,” you replied honestly, popping the p. You played along with his eerie calmness. 
 
“Ah,

bene

, you listened. A true miracle,” he sassed monotonously, as he said most things. 
 
As much as it annoyed you most of the time, something about his attitude right now was turning you on. He was normally such a composed and unshakeable man, so to watch him act juvenile showed how much you affected him. You clenched your thighs in the robe and remained silent. 
 
At your lack of response, Secondo delved into a monologue as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. 
 
“

Cazzo

, you are the most ungrateful and selfish slut I have ever known,” he spat. “I allow you to indulge in my riches and how do you repay me? You throw yourself all over another man. Still, I am kind to you; I gave you pleasure and yet I receive no apology. Then, you went off and kept me waiting when I told you to return promptly.” 
 
He was being so unfair. He knew that all of this had started because you were jealous of the way he treated other Siblings—but he conveniently left that part out. 
 
“Were you jealous too, Papa?” you asked, feigning innocence. 
 
He glared, his skull paint making his scowl more effective. That one look spoke louder than anything he could possibly say in rebuttal. You bit the inside of your cheek. 
 
“I am not as immature as you are, so don’t imply as such,” he seethed. “Now, don’t you think it’s my turn to be selfish? To be shown some respect?” 
 
You buzzed with arousal, rubbing your legs together. “Yes, Papa. Let me take your shirt off.” 
 
You expected him to snap something like,

“I can handle myself”

—but he stepped between your legs on the edge of the bed. You unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and peeled it apart, revealing his tattoos and defined chest. A soft noise escaped your lips as you placed your hands on either of his ribs, pulling him to your mouth and kissing at his chest. You traced your tongue along his collarbone and the divot between his pecs. 
 
Secondo shed his shirt off completely, his arms now free. He placed one of his hands over one of your own on his ribs, dragging it down to his belt. You grinned against his skin, lowering your hand to fondle his clothed cock. 
 
“You know what to do,” he murmured, thumbing your wrist. 
 
A surge of warmth pooled in your stomach. You couldn’t tell if the room was getting steamy or if it was the robe. Nonetheless, you played with Secondo’s belt as you circled your tongue around one of his nipples. He groaned at that, moving his hand to cup it behind your head. His grounding touch spurred you to suck his areola and unfasten his belt buckle quicker. 
 
As you slid the belt out of the loops, your mouth moved to suck on his other nipple. He hissed out a breath. 
 
“

Grazie,

I’ll take that,” he proclaimed as he snatched the belt out of your hands. He then wrapped it around his wrist, keeping it fastened there for the time being. 
 
To prevent your questioning, Secondo pushed you onto your back and slid you up the bed. He leered above you, caging you underneath him as you spread your legs excitedly. Relishing the power he felt by your reactions, he slotted his leg between your thighs in the robe. You moaned as the contact of his knee with your clothed cunt produced sparks of pleasure. You tossed one arm around his neck to scratch down his back, while the other dove to his pants. 
 
Secondo smirked, amused as you fought to open his zipper. While you did that, muttering desperate curses under your breath, he leaned down to nibble at your neck. However, he caught a whiff of your scent and scoffed. 
 
“My cologne? I swear, all you do is take and take,” he belittled. 
 
“I thought you would like it,” you huffed, finally popping the zipper open. “I felt so sexy smelling like you.” 
 
“It would be even sexier if you left my shit alone,” he snarled. “Speaking of which, how about you take this off?” He tugged insistently at the collar of his robe falling off your shoulder. 
 
Your pussy throbbed knowing that he was trying to mask his need for you—by being a dickhead, of course. That wouldn’t do. 
 
“Not yet, Papa. You have to earn that,” you snarked. It was a risky move, but the ever growing erection in your hands felt promising. 
 
“Oh, do I?” he questioned mockingly. He rucked up the bottom of the robe, shoving his hand between your thighs. “You don’t want my touch all over this pretty pussy?” 
 
You shuddered, grasping his cock and stroking. Your other hand cradled the back of his neck, urging him forward. He moaned in your ear, cutting himself off by smothering his lips against your pulse point. He rubbed the pads of his fingers up and down your pussy obstructed by the lingerie. The practiced movement of his touch caused you to dilate in anticipation, slick developing in your channel. Warmth flooded your nerves and you began to fiend for Secondo’s mouth. 
 
When he pulled away from your neck, his painted lips shiny with saliva, you leaned up to catch those lips with your own. He pulled back before you could. Your eyebrows pinched in confusion. 
 
“Can I have a kiss?” you asked bluntly. 
 
“No.” 
 
You frowned. “Please…?”
 
“Not yet, you have to earn that,” he taunted, throwing your own words back in your face. He flashed the most disgusting grin—like a cat who got the cream. 
 
Pissed off, you flipped your positions, him now beneath you. In a rare show of passiveness, Secondo allowed himself to be thrown on his back. You straddled his lower leg. His leg, still clothed, offered a delicious friction against your cunt. The robe flowed on either side of his hips, concealing the way you grinded against him. You splayed your palms over his chest. 
 
“This isn’t about you anymore,” he chided, jolting his leg. The movement only intensified your pleasure, making you shout out. 
 
To put you in your place, Secondo curled his hand in your hair and shoved your face against his cock. You moaned and stumbled as your hands relocated to his outer thighs for leverage. 
 
“Show me what that mouth can do, gorgeous,” he crooned with a commanding undertone.
 
Without a word, you lowered your chin and dragged your tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, where a bead of precum threatened to leak. Before it could, you wrapped your lips around the head and drove the tip of your tongue into his slit. Secondo cursed and shifted, planting his shoe into the mattress and rocking his leg. Galvanized by his reaction and the friction on your cunt, you sank down to his base in one swoop. The veins on the underside of his length pulsed against the expanse of your tongue. 
 
“Hmnn, fuck,” Secondo hissed. “Keep at it, angel.”
 
You blushed at the sound of his voice. You closed your eyes and concentrated on the scent of his musk mixed with his cologne clung to your skin. As your lips remained stretched around his girth at the base, you poked the tip of your tongue—sticky with his precum—past your bottom lip to stroke between his balls. In rhythmic motions, you puckered your cheeks and bobbed your head, allowing saliva to build up in your mouth and dribble down. This made it easier for you to glide up and down, which made you move faster with fervor.
 
As you got sloppier, Secondo’s hips twitched upward. You gagged and coughed, forcing yourself to pull off. Secondo’s hold loosened on the back of your head, though he kept you gripped close. 
 
“Look how eager you are, making a mess of yourself,” he ridiculed. You wanted to tease him for how breathless he sounded, but you were still in the process of trying not to choke to death. Secondo pet your hair as if soothing a wounded animal. 
 
“You look so goddamn good like this,” he breathed. His praise was hardwired directly to your pussy. Your clit throbbed and you started to feel soft and tingly between your thighs. The velvet walls within your folds cried for stimulation to the point it almost felt like an itch. Desperate, you tightened your thighs on either side of Secondo’s leg and began to roll your hips. Your head fell to the side to lay on his thigh, drooling excessively. 
 
In an attempt to diverge Secondo’s attention away from your disobedience, you squeezed the base of his cock and mouthed along his length. You traced your tongue along his sensitive veins as you took your own pleasure. His chest rumbled a satisfied noise, before it dropped an octave to something akin to anger. 
 
“Ah ah, none of that,” he chastised, pushing you up. You gasped and spluttered, disoriented at the loss of stimulation. “You’re clever, but I never said you could hump my leg like a bitch.” 
 
“Puh- please, Secondo baby,” you begged. The robe slipped a little off your shoulder, revealing a sliver of your lacy lingerie strap. Secondo caught a glimpse of it, which resurfaced his rage over the fact that you were keeping yourself from him. He tilted his head considerably. 
 
“Mm. Take off my robe and I’ll make sure you’re taken care of,” he offered assertively. 
 
You contemplated. On one hand, you didn't want to essentially reward Secondo for his demanding attitude and superiority complex. On the other, you had ulterior motives. It would be severely satisfying to watch him reach his peak then knock him down. You sat back and bit your lip. 
 
"Okay, Papa," you said. Then, "You promise to take care of me?" 
 
"When have I not?" he replied through a smirk, clenching the belt wrapped around his wrist. "Give me a show,

amore

." 
 
Secondo's cock wept as you began to unveil yourself. You untied the sash around your waist, allowing the robe to loosen and fall limp at your sides. In an oddly sweet gesture, Secondo brushed his leg against your inner thigh for encouragement. You maintained eye contact with him as you parted the robe, shrugging it off your shoulders. It fell and caught in the crook of your arms, mimicking a shawl. 
 
"

Satanas

," Secondo bemoaned as your cleavage was revealed. "Sweet Lucifer, fuck, thank you." 
 
You always got wet when Secondo prayed in bed. He was aroused out of his mind, not missing the way your pussy pulsed in your lace underwear. The shade of green chosen for the lingerie made him harder, knowing that it was your way of giving yourself to him. Your tits looked so tantalizing cupped in the bralette. The tiny silver crucifix topped with a lace bow between the breasts dangled as if to tease him. He choked out a strangled noise. 
 
"I need to fuck you," he groaned. "Now." 
 
He didn't let you respond, instead shooting upward to grab you by the hips and throw you face-down onto your stomach. You gasped into the sheets as you were crammed into them. The silk rubbed against your dripping cunt. You writhed, rubbing your thighs together in search of friction as flecks of pleasure threatened to fade. Secondo placed a hand on your lower back to keep you still. 
 
"Don't move," he ordered as he slid off the bed and walked around to the headboard. He grabbed a body pillow and helped to shimmy it underneath your body and between your legs. You hugged the pillow tight and clenched your legs on either side of it, gliding your soaked panties along it. Your cunt relaxed and numbed—soft and eager yet tense within. Stars swam in your vision. You moaned as if the pillow were Secondo himself. 
 
"Yes, yes, oh- Secondo-!" you blubbered, embarrassing yourself. 
 
Secondo returned to his position behind you on the bed with determination. He unraveled the belt from around his wrist, folded it, then deftly popped it against your ass cheek. 
 
The initial pain was so sharp and startling that you ceased all movement. There was a welt left on your skin, which stung and burned, then sizzled down to a calming warmth. Your hips fell lax. 
 
"I said don't move," Secondo scoffed. "Now look at you. You liked that, hm?" 
 
"Mmm," you murmured affirmatively, blissed out. 
 
"Mm," he parroted. Suddenly, he cracked the belt on your opposite ass cheek. You jolted and moaned aloud.
 
"Daddy! Please!" 
 
Secondo broke composure. He sucked in a needy breath as he repeatedly struck your ass. He made sure to follow no pattern so that you couldn't predict where he'd hit next. Your ass was hot and red, and it was becoming difficult to distinguish separate patches of pain. It blurred together in a cloudy haze. 
 
"Thank me for each one, or I'll leave you here begging to be hit and fucked," Secondo threatened. 
 
He gave you a moment to process his demand before striking you across your hole. The lingerie did nothing to soften the blow. You shook like a leaf. 
 
"Ah- shit- thank you," you managed to whine. 
 
"You can do better," was all he said, then immediately struck down again. 
 
"Fuh-uck, th'nk you." 
 
The next hit was across the back of your thighs. The impact blossomed like a flower and spread like a fire.
 
"O-oh my God, th-thank you!" 
 
"Interesting choice of words," he commented blandly. 
 
He hit the side of your hip, which you thought was unfair because it didn't count as your ass. It hurt like a bitch. You buried your forehead into the pillow. 
 
Secondo rubbed your ass, waiting for you to thank him. Your ass was sore and tender, so the skin of his hand only irritated you further. You decided to see what he would do if you remained silent. 
 
"Too much already,

Sorella?

" he taunted, rubbing more insistently. "What a shame. I have all night." 
 
You knew he was bullshitting. He was just as provoked and impatient as you were. You said nothing, curling your shoulders inward to let him know your silence was a choice. He didn't like that. 
 
The prick snapped the lingerie against your ass, which somehow hurt worse than the belt. You groaned in agony. 
 
"LOOK AT ME, GODAMMIT!!” he bellowed. 
 
You anticipated another strike as you heard the belt jingle. However, your head was abruptly wrenched back by the hair and the belt was looped around your neck. You garbled as Secondo tightened the makeshift collar into place, tugging the remaining length of the belt as if it were a leash. 
 
This was something you and Secondo hadn't experimented with before. Now that it was happening, you immediately knew it was going to be a new and constant craving. The constriction around your throat kept you grounded and wound tight, hyper aware of other bodily sensations. It amplified your pleasure in a way you never considered possible. The lace of your panties felt so cool and rough, kissing your clit insistently and causing heat to bubble in your vaginal canal. 
 
Secondo tilted your chin to get a better look at your disoriented expression. "There's your pretty face. Do you like it when Papa has you on a leash like the horny bitch you are?" he inquired demeaningly.  
 
Hidden beneath the cruel words, you saw the man who needed to know that this was okay. It was. Hell, it was more than okay. 
 
"Yes, y-yes Papa! Please, fuck me. I- I need you to fuck me like t-this!" you pleaded, barely coherent. 
 
"As you wish," Secondo complied, just as desperate as you were. He landed one last strike on the seat of your ass with his bare hand. You winced and grumbled. 
 
“Hold this,” he instructed, handing you the length of the belt serving as your leash. “Do what you want with it, but don’t you even think about taking it off. Now hold still.” 
 
You held the strip of leather curiously. You glanced nervously over your shoulder at Secondo, who was kneeling down behind you on the bed. 
 
“Eyes forward,” he barked. You did as told. 
 
Secondo pulled your panties aside, his elongated claws gliding sensually across your inflamed asscheeks. You fought the urge to flinch so as to not interrupt his ministrations. He then leaned over the expanse of your body to pepper kisses along your spine, leading downward to your tailbone. You moaned softly into the pillow. You loved the feeling of Secondo’s rough lips, especially when he used them for such delicate actions. 
 
Reaching the top of your ass, you felt Secondo’s hot breath fan against your entrance. He dragged his hooked nose along the most intimate crevices between your legs. He trailed upward again, nipping at your sore asscheeks with too-sharp teeth. You shifted at the sting. 
 
“Mn, careful, please…” you trailed off, hoping not to be punished further. As much as you enjoyed a little roughness, your ass was becoming a sensory overload.
 
You couldn’t see Secondo, so everything he did felt amplified. All you knew was that he had stopped and nothing was happening, which made you squirm harder. 
 
Just as the pause became unbearable, he spoke. “I will kiss it better,

sì?

Then we will get to the fun. You are being so good for Papa.” You arched your back a little at that. 
 
He kept good on his word, kissing your ass all around, particularly on the more upraised welts. The tickle of his lips and the action itself made you giggle. You swore you felt him smirk into your skin. 
 
Without warning, he licked a hot stripe from bottom to top along your cleft. His tongue breached past the plush of your cheeks, digging deep then pulling back to repeat. You bristled, causing your pucker to clench and flutter. 
 
“Oh-! Woah, fuck-!” you blurted. Slick leaked out of your panties and seeped onto the pillow. Secondo took that as the go ahead to fully dive in, slurping up your juices and pistoning his tongue between the valley of your taint.  
 
Your entire body malfunctioned. You spasmed, which thrust you ass harder against Secondo’s face and drove his tongue deeper. His chin sank into the pillow between your legs, tilting his nose upward. He opened his mouth wider to allow the larger expanse of his tongue to snake into your entrance. Because he is the worst person ever, he circled the ring of muscle hidden there, then swept his tongue down to your taint again. 
 
His saliva mixed with your fresh gush of slick, making everything sloppier and more delicious. He hummed and moaned, gripping your hips hard enough to puncture the skin with his claws. The mix of pleasure from his vocal vibrations and the pain of his claws made you frantic. You tugged experimentally on the belt, testing the foreign pressure around your neck. It made your vision blur and his tongue feel heavy. 
 
Secondo was an absolute champ at eating ass—he was moaning so obscenely that he seemed to enjoy it more than you.

Too much, too much,

you wanted to cry, but you couldn’t help the way you grinded on the pillow and pushed your ass back onto Secondo’s tongue. The roll of your hips simultaneously granted friction on your clit and filled your hole. 
 
It didn’t fill you enough. You needed his cock so bad you ached. 
 
“Huh- Holy shit, Secondo. You’re doing-ngh amazing-

yes!

” you wailed. “B-but I’m ready, please! Need your cock, baby, please!” 
 
Not needing to be told twice, he retracted his mouth from your pucker and wiped his mouth on his forearm. He kissed your ass one last time and spoke against your lower back. 
 
“I don’t think you deserve it, but tonight is about me,” he said darkly. “And I want to fuck you. Don’t hide any of those pretty noises.” 
 
With that, he positioned himself behind you. He pulled your panties aside to guide himself into your anal cavity. Slowly but persistently, his bulbous head breached your ass, then he stopped halfway down his length. The girth of his cock stretched the ring of muscle, but Secondo knew when to pause before it began to burn. You quivered as you adjusted to his size. 
 
"How's that, sunshine? Do you need more?" Secondo crooned. 
 
"What are you waiting for?" you shot back. You were sick of his smug bullshit and horny beyond reasonability. 
 
You felt Secondo tense. Then, he clamped his claws around your waist and shoved the rest of himself inside. His balls tapped your ass and the head of his cock kissed your gut. You felt tingly and full. 
 
Secondo plastered himself over your back, planting his hands on either side of your hunched shoulders on the bed. His chest was warm against your back and his weight served as an anchor—lowering your cunt further onto the pillow and blanketing your body in bliss. 
 
He hooked his chin over your shoulder. "You forget yourself," he slurred furiously. His wine-tainted breath huffed against your reddened ear. A whimper slipped past your lips. 
 
Despite the alcohol catching up to him, Secondo was calculated with his movements. He was drunk out of his mind yet knew just where to piston his hips. He didn't build up a rhythm—electing to torment you with a rough and relentless pace right away. It made you jumpy and your ass hurt from the friction of his thighs against it. Your moans were cut off by your occasional grunts in between. 
 
"You can take it, angel," Secondo insisted, followed by a sharp thrust. "Fuck, no matter how I give it to you, you give in so well. You put the Devil to shame."
 
Your pussy throbbed, making you grind back and clench around Secondo's cock. He groaned, pounding harder to reach deeper within you. A small pinch inside made you falter and sob beautifully. You tugged harder than necessary at your makeshift leash, needing some sort of grounding stimulation. Having tugged too hard, your throat closed, causing you to choke and splutter and cry. 
 
"Oh sunshine, none of that. Give it to me," he demanded, taking the belt from you. He curled his arm to hold it, bearing his forearm to you. "Hold on to me,

amore.

Don't hurt yourself, that's for me to do." 
 
You moaned, holding Secondo's arm as told. Once settled, he continued his punishing thrusts. He fucked the absolute shit out of you but was so encouraging. Your ass was still opening up to the intrusion as he glided in and out. He murmured praise every time you endured the overwhelming press. 
 
"Keep your hand on me, baby, scratch if you need. Being such a good girl, sitting still and letting me have my turn," he rambled. 
 
Your head felt fuzzy. His reassurances were turning you on so bad. He tugged gently at the leash and you scratched his arm in response, as he'd encouraged you to do. 
 
"There you go, much better than hurting yourself. Use me as much as I'm using you, hm?" Secondo got progressively more vocal, the wine making him loose-lipped and excited. 
 
He nibbled at your ear, whispering the raunchiest things as he slid the length of his cock along your taint, correcting his aim and returning deeper into your plush channel. Your fingers curled harder into the skin of his arm, your body shifting as if to escape the overabundance of pleasure. 
 
"I- I- mn, Daddy-!" you hiccuped, unsure of what you were trying to say. 
 
"Relax, sweet thing. Papa has you," he swore drunkenly. "Don't wound yourself up too much. Listen to me. Straighten your legs and push your hips back." 
 
Focusing solely on Secondo, you followed his guidance as he talked you through it. You pushed your legs together, somewhat straightening your posture as you thrust your hips back against his. He patted your thighs, kissing your hair and murmuring a chorus of "

Bene, bene,

just like that, doesn't that feel better?" 
 
It did, in fact, feel better. There was less stress on your hip bones and the ache of your spine dulled, and Secondo had a better angle to assault your sweet spot. The room filled with the sloppy sounds of him speeding up—his cock squelching in and out of your pucker in slick glides. 
 
He began to tremble, which he usually didn’t show. He was weakening and approaching orgasm. 
 
“You squeeze me perfectly,

bellissima,

” he panted. “Keep your legs up and head down. Don’t let go of me, focus on your pleasure.” 
 
You had no choice but to focus on that. Secondo had switched to short and deep grinds, pounding just as hard but keeping his movements tight. Sweet nothings poured from his mouth that completely contradicted his harsh treatment. Your pussy wasn’t getting much friction as you kept your hips pressed against him, but his moans were worth it. You had him right where you wanted. 
 
He tugged your head to the side to bare your neck to him. He sucked underneath your jawline, smearing his paint there. You preened under the attention and felt cheeky. 
 
“F-Feel good, Papa?” you teased. 
 
“Don’t be a brat. I’ll stop right now,” he threatened. 
 
“You won’t. Y-You love this.” 
 
To shut you up, Secondo thrusted hard, pushing your body forward. The action shocked a whine from your throat. Secondo followed the onslaught with a bite to your shoulder, making you wail louder and tear at his arm. You clenched around his cock, throwing your head back. 
 
“Sweet Asmodeus! You minx!” Secondo groaned. His loss of composure aroused you horribly, so you clenched again to make him crumble. 
 
Secondo fought to withhold his release; the alcohol made it severely difficult. He was annoyed that you hadn’t shown signs of cumming yet—as much as he desired to be selfish tonight, he didn’t want to spend himself too soon before he had the chance to please you. But the way you were clenching and sniveling for him was too much. 
 
Secondo huffed against your shoulder. The wine in his breath intermingled with his stolen cologne. You were surrounded entirely by him and knew he needed one final nudge to reach euphoria. 
 
You stretched like a cat, driving your ass hard onto Secondo. You peered over your shoulder at him, meeting his lustful gaze. “Fill me up, Papa. I’m all yours.” 
 
“Damn right you are-

fuck me-

!” he sputtered as his cock kicked within you. He cursed excessively in Italian as his climax was ripped from him. He relinquished his grip from your makeshift leash, tangling his claws into the sheets to ride out his orgasm. You felt his cum pump out in hot globs, flooding your ass with thick warmth. Your ass was still clenched tight, forcing some of his release to squeeze downward and trickle out of your taint. You sighed dazedly and gently rolled your hips to help Secondo along.
 
In the midst of his pleasure, Secondo attempted to slide his hand between your legs to rub your clit and grant you your own orgasm. You pushed his hand away. He grumbled and nipped at your neck instead. 
 
“So stubborn,” he complained affectionately. 
 
Finally, he pulled out and collapsed onto the bed beside you. Cum dribbled from your hole and trailed down the back of your thighs. You shivered, which Secondo mistook as your desperation for release. He pulled you toward himself, kicking the soiled pillow off of the bed. His strength never failed to make you drip. 
 
“Let me make you cum,

principessa.

Use my face as a seat, hm?” he coaxed while removing the belt from around your neck. 
 
God, you wanted to. Your body screamed to clamber onto him, but it was finally time to enact your revenge. As much as you would love for Secondo to devour your pussy until you blacked out, your idea was better. 
 
So much better.

----- CHAPTER BREAK -----

“Not tonight, Papa. I want to try something new,” you said simply. Your neck now free, you slid off the bed with wobbly legs. He sat up against the headboard. 
 
Secondo’s mismatched eyes followed you. Intrigued, he watched as you traveled to the foot of the bed. You took off his shoes and socks, then tugged down his soaked pants and boxers. You nipped the skin of his bare thighs as they were stripped, teasing him with your teeth. He hummed in amusement. Soon he was left in nothing but his Grucifix, glistening in the candlelight. 
 
You licked your lips at the sight of him. Secondo was uncharacteristically exhausted as a result of his excessive drinking, which you knew drained his stamina. He looked absolutely debauched; his skin was layered in a sheen of sweat. Despite his disorientation, he noticed your analytic stare. 
 
“Why do you stare, beloved? Care to share what you are doing?” he inquired contentedly. 
 
It wasn’t often that he played the “beloved” card. He was so out of it. It would’ve been adorable if you weren’t so horny and full of spite. 
 
“Hold on, Papa,” you scolded playfully. He glared and exhaled. Fine, let him get riled up. 
 
You decided to just get it over with, having prolonged the reveal of your plan. You walked over to where you had left your shopping bags, pulling out your hidden purchase: a harness and a dildo. The phallus was not as big as Secondo’s by any means, but the sheer size of it would intimidate anyone who had never taken one before. It was a simple black. At the sex shop, you had contemplated buying a dark green one to match your lingerie, but you figured that the silliness of it would turn Secondo off. 
 
The man in question eyed the toy with no emotion. His smudged skull paint did nothing to help you discern his reaction. Then, he spoke.
 
“No.” 
 
Your shoulders sagged, disheartened by his curt response. You hadn’t known what to expect, but for some reason you were taken aback by the immediate rejection. 
 
“No…?” you floundered. You genuinely had nothing better to say. 
 
Secondo hesitated. 
 
There was a pregnant pause between the two of you that gave you hope. Secondo’s fingers flexed as he mused. It was no secret that he was a man who frequently indulged in the sins of the flesh, willing to try everything at least once. As much as he liked to call the shots in the bedroom, he still strived for mutual enjoyment. He was a pleaser at heart—albeit pissy about it. And in this case, it looked like it would please you very much to peg him. 
 
Another thing that Secondo took into consideration was the glint of disappointment and challenge in your eyes. To back down from your wish would not only leave you unfulfilled, but be an act of cowardice. He seethed at the thought of leaving the impression that he was intimidated by a rubber toy. 
 
“Please, Daddy?” 
 
You knew that was a dirty move, but you couldn’t care less as you saw the moment you had him. His sniffle of indignation was barely audible but there. Secondo was truthfully interested because he’s never fully dabbled in that kind of thing, but he was stubborn and chose to feign indifference. 
 
“Hm. You ought to convince me more than that. The audacity you have to ask your Papa such a thing despite your behavior today,” he sneered. 
 
You swallowed your instinctual scoff. The urge to argue was strong but you knew it would get you nowhere, especially if you wanted Secondo to do something as revolutionary as submit. It was clear to you which route to take. 
 
You sauntered back towards him, setting the harness and dildo on the edge of the bed. Secondo’s eyes flicked to the offending items then to you. He watched, entranced, as you slid your panties down your legs and kicked them away. You were left in nothing but your bralette, your pussy bared to him. His cock stirred at the sight. 
 
“Come here,” he ordered. You slipped onto the bed between his legs. Hooking your fingers on his broad shoulders, you leaned forward to suck on his neck. He tasted like salt and powder—his sweat having trailed his skull paint down. He snuck one of his hands around your backside to grope your ass. You both sighed in unison. 
 
“You are such a treat when you behave. A shame you don’t do it more often,” Secondo jeered. His condescending voice rumbled his throat against your lips. “Is this your poor attempt at wooing me?” 
 
You ignored his provocative comments. You saw right through his tricks; he was trying to piss you off to veer you away from your proposal. You had yet to convince him, and you aimed to break him. 
 
“You always treat me so good, Daddy. Let me treat you good too,” you plead sweetly underneath his ear. “You said tonight was about you, right?”
 
Before he could respond, you snaked your hand down to his cock and stroked at the base. He hissed at the overstimulation from his recent orgasm. He quickly realized that your sweetness was a form of torture.
 
“Mind your touch,” he grunted. He squeezed your ass hard in warning.
 
Again, you took the risk of ignoring him. You spewed more praise against his neck. “You’ve been working so hard, such a good Papa, you deserve this.” 
 
Secondo, in his drunk and sluggish state, was heavily affected by your treatment. It was then that you realized you don’t praise Secondo often. Sure, you compliment his cock, and tell him how good he fucks you, and tease him—but you don’t coddle him like he coddles you. You don’t ever tell him how he’s such a–
 
“Good boy Papa, good boy. You make me feel so special, letting me have you like this.” 
 
Those words, having never been said to him before, escaped your lips without a thought. He flinched like a dog in a cage. 
 
Interesting. 
 
“Enough, get off of me,” he spat. “You forget I don’t need you to come. You’re fucking lucky I haven’t kicked you out by now.” 
 
He would never. You both knew how much he prioritized and valued the female orgasm, so for you to have not yet achieved yours by his doing was surely eating away at him. But you weren’t making it easy. 
 
“C’mon Papa, can you please lay back? You look so fucking sexy on your back. I’ll be gentle,” you crooned mockingly. 
 
As anticipated, Secondo’s face twisted into a scowl. “

Satanas,

Sister. Shut your damn mouth! I’m not fragile!” 
 
Although he was clearly frustrated, you were turned on by the way he was borderline pouting. Your pussy throbbed anew, gushing out a fresh trail of slick. Unable to control yourself, you tugged Secondo by the hips so he dropped to his back. You dove for his lips, devouring his tongue and licking his teeth, humping between his legs. 
 
“Let me fucking breathe!” Secondo huffed. “FUCK! Sister, you better–

Oh, sweet Lucifer–!”

Secondo threw his head back with an almost angry force, shocked at the sudden jolt of pleasure in his nethers where you were grinding. He was appalled to realize that he actually enjoyed the sensation on his taint. He wanted you to shove further in that space but was too prideful to ask. Your cheeks split into a grin that mimicked his own. 
 
“You want me down there, Papa? Will you let me?” you begged. 
 
Secondo, as stubborn as he was, continued to view your desire as a challenge to mask his true desperation and intrigue. The look in your eyes was intoxicating. He gritted his teeth. He could no longer deny you, his temptress. 
 
“Your temptation rivals that of the Devil Himself,” he sighed defeatedly. “Fine. Do as you please.” 
 
You smiled—a genuine smile, because you knew how much strength it took for Secondo to relinquish control. You pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
 
"Thank you, Daddy. I promise you won't regret it," you swore. 
 
"I just might if you keep me waiting." 
 
He was still an asshole, but you reigned victorious. You continued your kisses down his chest, stomach, hips, and finally his cock. He wasn't fully erect, not having yet recovered from his first orgasm. Your eyes flicked to him playfully. 
 
"You'll have to excuse an old man,

Sorella.

I am not as young as I used to be," he chuckled in his signature gravelly manner. 
 
"Don't worry Papa, that'll be fixed," you teased. He waved his wrist dismissively, rolling his eyes. 
 
You weren't very bothered by his attitude—you planned to fuck it out of him shortly. You left him on the bed as you grabbed your supplies. He ogled your thighs as you slipped on the harness. You bit back a moan as the small toy attachment within the harness nudged inside your folds. Once the harness was tightened, you attached the dildo. The heft of it felt obscene and almost ridiculous. 
 
You reached for the nightstand, pulling a bottle of lube from the top drawer then returning to your place between Secondo's legs. He made no comment as you popped the cap open and squeezed a good amount of the gel on your innermost fingers, coating them to the knuckle. 
 
With your clean hand, you cradled his cock and licked a hot stripe along the underside, then moved to suck his sac. You heard him groan and felt his length thicken greedily in your hand. 
 
Him now momentarily subdued, you pulled back and carefully pressed a lube-coated finger against his rim. He sucked in a sharp breath, though showed no visceral reaction. 
 
"I'll go slow," you said earnestly. 
 
"Do not coddle me like a child," he snapped. "Get on with it." 
 
The privilege of having him in this position overshadowed your urge to snap back. You simply nodded and pressed forward. Your finger smoothly breached his ring of muscle, giving way to his velvet walls within. He was tight, of course—his hole was unexplored territory—but his snug warmth was still a pleasant and arousing surprise. A tiny high-pitched hum sounded from the back of your throat. 
 
Secondo flattened his back, keeping his eyes trained on the ceiling. His hands white-knuckled the sheets as he shifted his hips. Secondo was significantly larger than you, so the smaller proportion of your fingers wasn’t anything drastic. But it was still an unfamiliar intrusion, which made him feel vulnerable. He rebuilt his wall of composure. 
 
You took note of his silence, sliding your finger deeper but making sure not to move it around. Secondo quickly adjusted as you kept your movement continuous. Sooner than expected, you sank down to the knuckle. Secondo blew a swift breath out of his nose. 
 
“...Secondo? How’s that?” you asked, even though you knew he’d get pissy. He finally looked at you. 
 
“So thoughtful,

dolcezza

. But I expected more considering how insistent you were for this,” he laughed breathlessly. 
 
Rather than entertain him with a response, you swirled your digit within his anal cavity. The pad of your finger spread a tingle throughout his internal flesh, causing him to toss his head back and hiss. By bodily instinct, Secondo clenched around you. In turn, you grinded your finger along his walls in short flicks. Secondo’s knee jerked, nearly knocking into your rib. 
 
“Ah!

Cazzo!”

he blurted. Your cunt ached at his outburst.
 
“Ready for more?” you pressed. 
 
Secondo settled, glaring at you. “What did I say about getting on with it? At this point I could take care of myself faster.” 
 
He was getting antsy. Swallowing your concern, you shoved your second finger alongside the first. He choked out a groan, subconsciously dropping his knees apart to allow your palm more space to twist. Your clit engorged at the display, rubbing on the insert piece in the harness. You ignored your own pleasure in favor of Secondo’s, pumping your fingers in a circular motion. The lube began to warm within him as you sped up, scraping and spreading, snapping around his rim like ooze. Secondo’s chest inflated and collapsed as he panted, fighting not to make a noise. 
 
His fight was in vain. Suddenly, you crooked your fingers at an odd angle and brushed across a tiny bundle of nerves that made Secondo shout—the loudest he had been tonight. A hot spark prickled at the base of his spine that made his dick perk.

“Ah-! Ah, angel! Oh, I’ve never-!”

Too hot. Everything was too hot. You cut off his blissful cry, retracting your fingers from his hole. You hastily wiped the remaining lube onto the dildo then dispensed more from the bottle, stroking the gel up and down the silicone. The immature part of you wanted to laugh at the way it looked as if you were jerking off, but Secondo’s heterochromatic eyes traced you as if you hung the moon and stars. You wiped your hand clean on the bed sheets—which Secondo would probably admonish you for later. 
 
Secondo slightly propped himself up as you pressed the head of the dildo at his pucker. When you didn’t make a move, he arched his brow provokingly. For a moment he looked scary and temperamental—as if you were about to pluck a thorn out of a mountain lion’s paw. 
 
“Papa, I don’t mean to coddle, so don’t be mad. But please, you have to let me know if you need me to stop,” you heaved, horny and anxious. 
 
“Pah, I know, of course,” Secondo hurriedly assured, his voice deep and impatient. 
 
There was no more room for stalling. With that, you slowly guided the bulbous tip inside, using your hips to encourage the push. The head sank in smoothly with the lubricant, though there was some resistance past that—pushing the base of the toy back against the attachment inside you. The girth of the dildo was strange and oppressive to Secondo, and oddly ticklish. His back arched and his chest snapped upward. 
 
"Hmnn," was all that managed to escape his throat. You froze. 
 
You nearly came as you faintly felt Secondo’s ass squeeze around the toy. It didn’t help that his chest practically glowed with sweat as he struggled to steady his labored breathing. He adjusted his legs on either side of your hips and hummed. As his shifting subsided, he gave you an unimpressed and expectant look. You stared back anxiously. 
 
“Well?” he deadpanned. 
 
“What?” you frowned. 
 
“What do you take me for? You wanted this, keep going. I won’t shatter,” he huffed. 
 
You flushed with annoyance but proceeded as told. Holding his hips, you shuffled closer into the juncture of his legs, disappearing further into his body. The lube squelched obscenely as his rim struggled to accommodate the widening girth of the toy. You studied Secondo’s pinched face for any sign of true unbearable discomfort, or any indication that he’d say the safe word. 
 
He didn’t. He was tough, bunching up the sheets and running his tongue over his teeth so as to not bite the inside of his cheek. You were in awe of his squirming. You rubbed your thumbs over the dip of his soft v-line as you finally bottomed out, your pelvis tapping his ass. 
 
Despite the risk of agitating him again, you remained still as his hole pulsed and adjusted. This time you think he was secretly grateful for your consideration—his thighs were quivering and one of his hands moved to rest on his abdomen. You bent down to kiss at his knuckle and nip at his collarbone. He exhaled in time with your clenching cunt. 
 
“Secondo I won’t lie, you look super sexy right now,” you murmured cheekily. 
 
“Such a charmer,” he replied blandly. 
 
Once more, his attitude aroused you—which seemed to be a common occurrence tonight. Your pussy weeped at the thought of drilling more sass from him, causing your clit to tingle against the attachment piece. You whined at the stimulation and mindlessly gave a sharp thrust to relieve yourself. The sudden move jostled Secondo’s insides, punching a breathy groan from him. 
 
“

Ohhh fuckkkk-!”

he wheezed. 
 
You internally panicked, thinking you had harmed him. But then you felt his dick poke your lower stomach, now fully erect. Precum dribbled from his tip and curled down the shaft. His throat rumbled a low moan as you kept rubbing against him, snug deep inside. 
 
Surprised and overwhelmed by his reaction, you placed your hands on either side of his shoulders—then pulled back and slammed forward in a solid experimental thrust. Secondo tossed his head to the side and shuddered. 
 
"This is- I'm-" he moaned before choking up and biting into his fist.  
 
You finally knew what it felt like for Secondo when he fucked you—so powerful. You felt oddly possessive of him and desperate to please him. 
 
You needed more. Anything. You rolled your hips faster. 
 
But Secondo sensed your brief relish of dominance and wouldn't let you have it that easy. He flexed his hips hard enough to shift his sensitive spots away from the toy and tampered down his reactions. 
 
Despite how consumed you were in your own lust, you noticed the way Secondo forced himself to calm down and squirm away. You were a little embarrassed that he was still coherent enough to make such a calculated move. You wanted him to get lost in it. You wanted him to fumble and lose his mind. You wanted him to cry and writhe or even get angry. 
 
He was so tense and pent up beneath you. It wouldn't take much for him to snap. 
 
You made the bold move of holding his face in your hands and slowing your hips. 
 
"Other Sisters would never do this for you, huh? You would never let them. Only me. So why do you toy with them?" you probed. 
 
Secondo scowled at you incredulously, ripping his face from your hold. "Oh,

per favore!

Must we discuss this

now?

What is it with you and this jealousy? It is unattractive, you know." 
 
He’s a big fat liar. Your jealousy turned him on. Your implied doubt in his loyalty, however, made him flair. 
 
"I do not

toy

with them," he continued. "If you had listened to me, I already said I love my congregation all the same and make sure they feel so. You should know by now that I am loyal to you, am I not?" 
 
“Well Papa, I am also loyal to you. So it’s pretty unfair that you get to flirt with damn near everyone in the Ministry but keep me under your thumb," you accused as your thighs clapped softly. "Why can’t I have some fun every now and then like you, huh?”
 
"It's not the same!" he spat in an unexpectedly defensive tone. 
 
"It's not?" You punctuated your question with a hard thrust. 
 
“N-no, it’s not!” he spluttered through his teeth, which made you blush. “I am Papa, I show love to my followers! You- You have no business flirting with your Siblings or any Clergy members!”
 
“Don’t cry ‘Papa’ to me! You’re just as jealous as I am!” you shot back. Pissed off, you switched gears to emphasize your point. “Copia really bothered you today, didn’t he?”
 
Secondo's entire face darkened. "Watch your tongue, you fucking brat." 
 
You had him. Just one more push. 
 
“Copia wouldn’t say stuff like that to me. He wouldn’t treat me like this. Maybe I should invite him back–” 
 
The tips of Secondo’s ears grew hot with anger. Enraged and with no better leverage to overpower you in his current position, he crossed his ankles together around your waist and gave a clever push against your back. The maneuver forced you forward and deeper into his ass, simultaneously cramming the attachment piece in your harness upwards against the underside of your clit. Secondo winced and made a punched-out pleasurable noise while you cried out. 
 
"Secondo-

oh!"

you wailed.
 
Secondo threw his arms around you, pulling your chest to his face to muffle his deep whine into your cleavage. 
 
"Shit, are- are you okay??" you heaved. 
 
Rather than respond, Secondo craned his neck back to mouth at the tiny dangly crucifix between the cups of your bralette. He took it in his teeth and tugged. His eyebrows were pinched in pleasure. 
 
"Take this off. Now,

per favore,"

he rasped. 
 
You had honestly forgotten you still had the bra on. Your nipples were peaked, poking at the fabric and begging to be played with. You quickly tugged the bra overhead and threw it somewhere in the room. Your breasts gently bounced as they were freed and exposed to Secondo's eyes. 
 
“These tits are sinful,” he breathed into your skin, crushing you impossibly closer. He latched onto your nipple, biting and swirling his tongue around your areola. You sighed blissfully as you felt his hands claw down your back, keeping you pressed against him. For the moment you remained still, not wanting to disturb him. 
 
That didn’t last long. The plush of his lips enveloped your nipple just right, subconsciously making your hips snap. Secondo bristled and tugged you down for a kiss, forcing his groan into your mouth. You moaned in response and built a steady rhythm with your thrusts. 
 
Secondo slid his tongue atop yours, running it along your teeth then retracting to bite at your bottom lip. Saliva dribbled from your conjoined mouths and splattered messily onto your chests from the jumbling momentum of your lower bodies. The underside of your clit buzzed with each jolt. 
 
The rim of Secondo’s ass burned pleasantly the more comfortable you got working between his legs. The shape of the toy felt less and less intrusive and more of a warm, gliding rod. The better he felt, the harder he kissed you to muffle his sounds. You took notice of this. 
 
While Secondo was distracted by your shared animalistic kiss, you angled your pelvis and felt around for that hidden spongy spot in his channel. 
 
It was obvious—and loud—when you found it. 
 
Secondo arched and collapsed back into the sheets, a strangled cry pouring out of his throat,

“Oh, sweet Lucifer, FUCK-! Sister- you, I-”

“There you are,” you teased, overjoyed at the flutter of his dark eyelashes. 
 
You continued to gyrate and prod at his prostate. He convulsed and moved his hands to grip at your arms, but you pushed them away and held him by the wrists. Secondo bared his teeth and actually looked embarrassed at being pinned down in such a way. 
 
God, he was stunning. Your Papa.

Your Papa,

giving himself to you like this. Even though you were the one on top, you still felt intimidated by the sheer size of him thrashing beneath you. He was alluring, the way his wrists flexed in your grip. He was strong enough to rip away from you any time he wanted, but didn’t. It made your stomach pool with warmth. You closed your eyes to relish the feeling. 
 
“Look at me,” came the gruff voice from below. 
 
Your fingers tightened around his wrists, leaning further over him. The base of the toy stretched his pucker and pushed the harness attachment deeper in your cunt. You whined and twitched your hips as your tits dangled over his impatient face. Your eyes remained screwed shut.
 
“I said

look at me

. Look at me when you fuck me.”
 
Your eyes shot open. Secondo’s face was scrunched with the effort of enduring your thrusts. His gaze was dark, emphasized by the debauched skull paint. His eyes glittered with arousal and challenge. Despite his sweating and squirming, he was still relatively silent. 
 
"I want those pretty eyes on me, baby. It'll help me along," he chuckled breathlessly. “Your Papa isn’t used to this, so stay with me. You don’t get to look away.” 
 
You tried your best to maintain eye contact with Secondo, but your horny haze was blurring your vision. It got foggy, and for a ridiculous moment you thought you’d cry and the tears would drip onto him. You threw your head back, bearing your neck and moaning to the ceiling. 
 
Rather than reprimand you, Secondo, in a surge of strength, ripped his hand out of your grip to reach up and hold your throat. You moaned louder, vibrating against his palm. 
 
“I’m not up there,” Secondo snarled, keeping his touch on your throat light as your hips moved erratically. “It’d be ironic if I was.” 
 
His stupid joke only made you hornier. An asshole like himself, currently getting pegged, shouldn’t be so funny. 
 
“You’re delectable like this, taking what you want,” Secondo rumbled. “Does Papa feel good?” 
 
Thankfully, he didn't expect an answer. You were a little preoccupied. The weight on your throat was delicious—he put enough pressure to make you feel hazy, but never suffocated. Your moans trailed off into quivering sighs. You could almost feel his pride through his fingers. You knew you were making a pathetic display of yourself, and you wanted the pleasure of seeing Secondo the same way just for once. 
 
Your thrusts were faltering, you were unfocused, and you lost his prostate. Desperate to regain control, you clawed out of your haze and acted without thinking. 
 
You slammed into Secondo the deepest you could, shocking him enough to release your throat. You then threw your hand onto his neck, though very tentatively. Having sobered up instantly, your eyes flicked to Secondo’s own as you slowly applied pressure. His face revealed nothing, but he didn’t stop you. 
 
The way he stared prickled your skin, so you distracted him with another well-timed thrust to his prostate. His mouth fell slack in an open-mouthed sigh, but it was not as loud as you were hoping. You pressed harder on his throat and fucked him with newfound fervor. 
 
He chewed on his bottom lip as you slid hotly within his velvet slick walls. His prostate enlarged and tingled at the attention. His cock was hot and pressed insistently at your stomach. You could see in his eyes and his clenched jaw that he was holding back. 
 
You put on the most casual, seductive sounding voice you could muster. “What do you need, Daddy? I want you to feel good. Show me?” 
 
There was a beat of silence. Then with his free hand, Secondo placed it atop your own on his neck. You smirked at the sight of his larger hand swallowing your much smaller one. He pressed down on your hand, effectively choking himself. 
 
Your eyes widened. 
 
“Don’t make me do everything,” he huffed, clearly masking his neediness. “Go on, gorgeous.” 
 
Your reaction was immediate. You pressed him into the bed by the neck and gave shallow, pistoned thrusts. The switch up caused aggressive friction with the lube, gathering thick and hot at his entrance. He wasn't used to his airway being constricted in such a way, nor used to anything up his ass, so the combination made him feel tight and twitchy.
 
You were utterly starstruck by Secondo. His mismatched eyes rolled back and his teeth were exposed—wet and shiny, strings of saliva clinging from the top ones to the bottoms. His head jostled as you pounded away. 
 
Secondo's throat clicked as he tried fruitlessly to swallow a breath. His Adam's apple bobbed in frantic patterns underneath your palm. Noises akin to a wounded animal attempted to slip past where your hand was secured. He was trying to talk. 
 
"Hm?" you hummed curiously, loosening your grip. He croaked and gazed up at you with intense, hooded eyes. 
 
"Ph-

cazzo, pl-"

he managed to garble before scoffing in distress. He turned and glared at the wall. 
 
Your juices poured out from deep within you, soiling the harness and trapping your taint in slick. You've been in his exact position before and knew he was fighting the urge to beg. 
 
You needed to hear him beg more than you needed oxygen. You stroked his jaw with the thumb of your free hand. 
 
"C'mon, just say it. Say 'please’ and I'll do whatever you want. Fuck, it would be so hot. You're so hot, Papa," you encouraged eagerly. 
 
You practically buzzed with anticipation. His jaw popped with the strain of clamping his mouth shut. You quickly grew tired of the quiet game. 
 
Without a word, you released his throat and used that hand to trail his thigh and lift his leg over your forearm. The switch of the angle nudged the toy in places Secondo didn't even know existed inside of him. That did it. 
 
"Please."
 
It was husky and barely audible, but still there. The rustle of the sheets almost disguised it. 
 
"'Please' what?" you urged, grinding his ass in tight circles. 
 
The bastard didn't respond. Like the true brat you were, you let go of his wrist and used that hand to reach down and pinch the base of his stiff cock.

"Sorella!"

he whined, whipping his neck to face you. Both of his hands flew to your waist. "Please! Please, harder, fuck! Need- Need you so fucking much, please,

it hurts so goddamn good-!"

The room was spinning. This was it, this is how you die. 
 
"Ah- yeah, okay," you stammered, taken aback by his sudden submission. 
 
"Good girl, fuck, give it to me," he moaned out and tilted his hips invitingly.

Shit, shit, shit,

was all that ran though your mind as you honed in on pleasuring him. 
 
You relocated your touch from his dick to his puffy nipples. You palmed at them, squeezing handfuls of his pecs. As you did this, his leg trembled and hooked further over your arm. His hole opened up more to your assault as you caressed his prostate. 
 
Stars danced in his vision. His dick drooled pre-cum between your pelvises. He was spitting and groaning, whimpering like he was in heat.

"Oh, per favore, per favore-!"

he chanted then trailed off into colorful Italian curses. More whimpers followed. 
 
Hearing his deep melodic voice make such noises nearly pushed you to orgasm, but you held yourself together. You did your best to ignore the way your pussy walls plumpened and hugged the harness piece tighter. You grew numb and tingly. 
 
Secondo’s chest grew red underneath your kneading hands. A small part of you was proud of the flush on his skin serving as your mark on him. But it wasn’t enough—you could do better; you could leave something more lasting. 
 
Your knees left indents in the mattress as you used the strength of your legs to press harder into him. His chest heaved with exertion, arching upwards. You met him halfway, latching your mouth onto his prominent collarbone. High-pitched huffs spilled from Secondo’s throat as you traced the lettering of his tattoos with your tongue. 
 
“The mouth on you,

cazzo, right there-"

he sighed shakily. One of his hands clutched the back of your head. "Damn you if you stop, don't you fucking stop." 
 
You didn't. You wouldn't dream of it. You moved up his body, your hips flush with his taint. His cock was crushed between your bodies, rubbing against your stomach. He groaned loudly, reverberating through his throat and chest.
 
Without thinking, you surged forward and bit down on his neck. You clamped your teeth and sucked hard. 
 
He honest-to-God cried at that, snapping his hips wildly and forcing you onto his sweet spot. You had never seen him act in such a way and it was sending you into a spiral. 
 
"Secondo, holy shit…" you gawked. 
 
"Fucking hell Sister, I- I can't, I can't, I need to-" he hissed, cutting himself off and tugging at your hair. "I don't have much longer; forgive me,

use me, fuck me please!"

You were genuinely scared his words alone would make you cum before you could give him what he wanted, so you acted fast. You swiftly shoved your index and middle fingers in his mouth, taking him by surprise. 
 
As his tongue danced sloppily between your fingers, you put your back into fucking him. His teeth brushed repeatedly against your first knuckle as you drove his body further towards the headboard. 
 
Secondo sucked and licked at your fingers as if it were your pussy, flicking his tongue where they joined and humming. His lips were rough and his paints melted off onto your hand. 
 
The harness piece jabbed sharply against your clit with each thrust. The numbness between your legs made it feel hot and heavenly. You were itching to cum and release the tension, but you were determined to give Secondo his fill. 
 
You ripped your fingers from his mouth. There was no warning as you wrapped those fingers around his dick, enveloping him in his own saliva. He cursed pathetically in overstimulation as you thumbed underneath the tip. He gave tiny aborted thrusts into your hand while simultaneously trying to fuck himself back onto your plastic cock. It was truly a sight to behold. 
 
He was barreling towards the precipice of pleasure. You never thought you'd live to see the day Secondo Emeritus whining like a little bitch, but here he was convulsing on his own sheets. 
 
As if sensing your eyes devouring him, he tugged your head down for a kiss that was all teeth and tongue. The mix of his saliva and pre-cum allowed your fist to jack him off smooth and fast. Your knuckles bumped the top of his balls each time your hand slammed down and your pelvis snapped forward to meet the action. You felt his balls tighten and he clung to you as if wounded. 
 
"Yours, I'm all yours, angel! Fuck, I love you!" he cried out completely unprompted—and came, experiencing his first-ever prostate orgasm.
 
Secondo spilled over your fist in warm rivulets. His legs tightened around you to keep you inside as his cock throbbed, being milked of his release. White droplets spattered and pooled onto his abdomen, lost in his happy trail. His stomach muscles contracted as he moaned low and breathy into your neck. You stroked him through it as he just kept coming. 
 
You barely registered the stinging pain down your back as he drew blood. The sporadic clench around the toy was enough distraction. His dick progressively softened in your hand and his load of cum began to slow. 
 
Finally, he nudged your hand away. He flopped back on the bed, tossing his arm over his eyes and grumbling like some tired old geezer. You held back your smile. 
 
"

Grazie,"

he murmured gratefully. "Oh,

grazie.

Come here, allow me to return the favor." 
 
In his soft post-orgasmic state, the toy felt awkward again. His ass was fucked raw and the friction of the harness grew bothersome. You slowly pulled out. Secondo winced, which shouldn't have made your cunt clench as much as it did. Your need was unavoidable. 
 
With a quiet pop, the toy detached from Secondo's wet rim. The lube trailed out and stuck to his thighs. You groaned in arousal, the harness piece doing nothing to satisfy your ever growing desperation. Secondo noticed, of course, even through his cloud of euphoria. 
 
"There you go, princess. Take that off and use me some more, hm? Right here," he encouraged dazedly, licking his teeth. "Please. You deserve a reward, don't you think?"
 
You nodded, clumsily tearing the harness off and discarding it over the side of the bed. Your thighs were coated in a thick sheen of slick. 
 
Both you and Secondo knew you wouldn't last long. You scrambled onto him, kissing all over his face. He leaned into it with closed eyes, furrowing his eyebrows at the faint tickle. You finished off with a peck to his nose. 
 
With that, you rose and scooted up to hover your taint over his face. Your sore pussy lips were gaped open after having been kept spread apart by the harness piece. It carved the perfect slot for Secondo's tongue to fill. He stared right up at it. 
 
"I'm right here, baby. Take what you need and don't be nice," Secondo drawled, licking the slick off your thighs. His words made you drip, producing more of your juices for him to drink. 
 
Despite his encouragement, you did want to be nice. He was surely sore from what you had done to him and he was fresh off an intense orgasm. 
 
You held back the horny, desperate urge to plop down and grind. Instead, you lowered slowly and aligned your clit with the hooked bridge of his nose. You shuddered and rocked carefully. Already you felt a hot knot in your stomach tighten. 
 
The broad expanse of Secondo's tongue ran back and forth behind your clit, pumping in patterns deep in your channel while allowing his taste buds to rub the bud. Clipped-off moans fell from the back of your throat as your bouncing increased in speed and intensity. Still, you held yourself back so as to not jostle Secondo's tired body too much. 
 
The man in question rumbled something between your legs. "Mn'r" was all that you heard. 
 
"Wha-?" you slurred, but he swiftly pushed you up and cut you off. 
 
"More," he demanded sluggishly, spitting up your slick. "You can do better. Tonight you seem to follow this idea of thinking I will break. I ought to prove you wrong." 
 
He left no room for debate as he sat up and threw you onto your back. You spluttered in shock. He slipped between your legs, sitting back on his haunches. The position gave you the perfect view of every mark you left on his body, his own cum decorating his stomach, and your slick drenching his chin. Your eyelids fluttered. 
 
"So pretty, Papa," you praised absentmindedly. 
 
In response, he grabbed your hips and dragged your lower body up onto his lap and further to his mouth. He settled your legs on his shoulders, your thighs pressed against his ears. You bunched up the sheets in your hands for balance and braced. 
 
Rather than waste his mouth on words, he got to work on your pussy. He craned his neck down and latched onto your clit as you watched, baffled, from below. You screamed in delight. 
 
Secondo then planted his tongue on your right pussy lip, arching it to the left, swooping down in a winding pattern. It was a unique move you couldn't identify but it felt divine. 
 
You quivered as he performed another unique move with his tongue—he returned to your right lip, darting straight across to the left, then ran it down inside the left lip and darted back to prodding the right one. It was unpredictable and obscene. 
 
You bucked your hips and nearly slipped out of his hold. He caught you, pulling you up and digging back in. 
 
"Good boy," you teased through a disoriented grin. 
 
Although it was a joke, he grumbled and kissed above your belly button before enacting yet another strange maneuver with his tongue. You blushed. 
 
The third maneuver was an odd semi-circle motion that grazed your clit and circled your lips, but didn't fully satisfy the right-side one. 
 
When you finally realized what he was doing, you whimpered aloud. He smirked and giggled—actually

fucking giggled,

like a little goblin.
 
Secondo was spelling his name. The letters contained enough arches and sharp shapes to make contact with every part of your cunt. 
 
"You sneaky bastard," you laughed drunkenly. "Oh Daddy, fuck, it's s'good."
 
He had already completed S-E-C and was heading for O. It felt like a countdown. 
 
He shoved his face deeper between your legs and swirled his tongue all the way around, pushing as much saliva down as he could. 
 
You were putty in his hands. Letters N and D blurred together. Your lower back ached. Secondo shuffled closer to let his lap serve as support. You moaned long and loud in appreciation, as it angled your pelvis better. 
 
The knot in your stomach grew tighter and bigger. The pressure filled your vaginal canal, making everything inside feel sensitive and tender. 
 
Secondo was vicious on the final letter O. He exposed his teeth and allowed them to brush your clit while his tongue sloppily caressed your clenching walls. 
 
He whimpered loudly, leaning into one of your thighs. That was all it took for you to explode. 
 
"Oh fuck, yes, yes!

Secondo-!"

you cried. 
 
The tightness reached a crescendo. The knot snapped, releasing sizzling sparks. They crackled and numbed your lower body. Suddenly your aches were insignificant and you felt light as a feather. 
 
As your body slumped, you spurt your juices on Secondo's face. He sucked, kissed, and licked until you were completely lowered onto the bed. 
 
Once you were situated, his own body pains made themselves apparent—particularly in his ass and hips. He collapsed onto his front next to you, swinging an arm over your abdomen and dragging you close. 
 
You flipped to your side and planted kisses on his sweaty shoulder. Everything was blissfully fuzzy. 
 
"That was amazing Papa. You always make me feel so good. I love you," you muttered affectionately. Then your voice dropped considerably to a whisper. "And I'm sorry." 
 
Secondo grunted in his effort to fully face you. "For what, beloved?" 
 
You cuddled closer to him. "For everything you wanted an apology for. For the thing with Copia, for not listening to you." 
 
He hummed affectionately in response, craning his neck to kiss your temple. You shared a beat of silence before he spoke. 
 
"Thank you. Though I suppose I have been unfair," he admitted gruffly. 
 
"Mm," you agreed accusingly, but fondly. "So Copia

did

bother you." 
 
His lack of confirmation was confirmation enough. You sighed. 
 
"I'm sorry, I just…" you began, nearly dismissing your upcoming rant but proceeding, "I was jealous first. It bothers me so much when you seduce other Siblings and keep me a secret. It's ridiculous, but sometimes I think you're embarrassed of me." 
 
"I could never be embarrassed of you,

amore

," Secondo quickly reassured, rubbing his hand over your stomach. "I owe you an apology as well. I'm sorry if my actions have led you to believe that you are a mere accessory to me. You are not." 
 
You smiled at his words. 
 
"However as Papa, I still must give my congregation their due affections," he continued honestly. "So you must trust me when I say that I am devoted to you, no matter what I say to your Siblings." 
 
You nodded softly, and not just for show. You understood. But one question still lingered. 
 
"Why keep me a secret then?" you asked gently. 
 
Secondo paused considerably, tossing the answer around in his head. 
 
"I assumed it would protect you. It is taboo in the higher Clergy for a superior to pursue a Sibling. People often shun those who are blatantly favored by an authoritative figure. A 'teacher's pet', if you will," Secondo explained. "I didn't want that for you. And admittedly, it's arousing to run around in secret with you." 
 
The clarity was overwhelming. You suddenly felt like an asshole, but your affection for Secondo overshadowed that. You twisted your neck to kiss him. He tiredly interlocked his lips with yours, nipping. He attempted to sit up on his forearms but groaned painfully, breaking away from your mouth. 
 
You slowly moved off the bed. "Hold still, Papa. I'll take care of you." 
 
"No, no, I should be taking care of

you.

I am perfectly capable," he immediately protested. 
 
"Not this time. You can take care of me after," you insisted. 
 
Before he could argue, you disappeared into his bathroom. You reappeared at his side with a damp cloth and his Roman chamomile oil. 
 
"Sit still," you ordered playfully. Secondo rolled his eyes and remained on his stomach. 
 
You preened at the sight of his backside. His thighs were sticky with lube and his ass red from your pounding. As you wiped away the lube with the cloth, your gaze trailed upward to the scratch marks down his back. You smiled and Secondo shifted his hips as you cleaned. 
 
Once his thighs were no longer sticky, you slathered your hands in oil and delicately placed your hands on his ass. Secondo tensed, then quickly fell lax as you kneaded the sore spots. You worked your way up his hips, lower back, then finally settled on his shoulders, massaging. He groaned gratefully into the sheets. 
 
"That's good, baby," he mumbled. His soft muscles flexed and popped. 
 
"Turn over," you instructed quietly. He complied, flipping onto his back. He grunted and stuffed a pillow behind his head. 
 
He watched you contentedly as you worked—his hooded eyes intimidating as always. Your skin burned underneath his stare. You focused on cleaning off the dry cum and saliva on his stomach, up to his chest and neck. It was inevitable you reached his face. 
 
You fiddled with the washcloth to fold it inside-out. Secondo tilted his chin up for a kiss, so of course you gave it to him—pecking him on the mouth and nose. Most of the alcohol in his breath had worn away. You pulled back to wipe his face clean of makeup and slick.  
 
"Hello there," you teased at his bare face. 
 
"Hello to you too, but that's quite enough," he chuckled. "Hand me those and lay on me. It's your turn." 
 
You giggled, carefully splaying yourself atop his body—pressed flat and chest to chest. He took the cloth and bottle of oil from where you'd set them in reach. 
 
Secondo buried his nose in your hair as he reached around your back and swiped the cloth between your legs. Your moan was barely-audible but still there; lube and remnants of his cum were dragged out. You folded your arms around his neck and nuzzled. 
 
The cloth was discarded. In the same manner you had done, he covered his hands in oil and cared for your sore ass. He rubbed over the welts left from his belt, greedily squeezing handfuls of your cheeks. You winced but settled as the oil worked to soothe the burn. He moved up your back just to feel you some more. 
 
"Feels so good," you murmured tiredly beneath his ear. The mix of the oil's aroma and Secondo's musk lulled you to sleep. 
 
"Mm, I can tell," he replied huskily. "I love how you look when you're relaxed. So pliant and docile. It is no wonder you tempt me." 
 
Your vision clouded. Secondo's chest was warm and you could faintly feel the pound of his heart. His torso shifted as he moved to place the bottle of oil on the nightstand. 
 
Finally, Secondo dragged the blanket over both of your bodies. You snuggled closer into his arms. He wrapped them tighter around you. 
 
"Goodnight, Papa." 
 
"Rest well, beloved." 
 
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The next day, no one dared to question the slight limp in Papa Secondo's step.