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OH MY GOD THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD

AHHHHHHH

In the Act [Jamie Bower x Female Reader]

Summary: Though you adore your relationship with Jamie sometimes the denial can be a bit too much

Warnings: Forced Orgasm, Orgasm Denial, Cunnilingus, Dom/sub, Daddy Kink, Voyeurism, Dirty Talk, Masturbation

Notes: This story is fictional, contains adult themes and is meant for readers over the age of 18 only.

He is fond of denying you, making you wait, and you know it. Except, this time it's been an entire week. Though you have been servicing him every night and he's been teasing you, he never allows you to cum. You got out of work early that day and you are home alone. You know you aren't supposed to break the rules but you can't help it. If you don't orgasm you are going to go insane. You hurry to the bathroom and strip out of your clothes before starting a shower. If you do it in here and he happens to come home there is no way he's going to hear it right? If you give yourself release then he will be much easier to tolerate later. Or so you hope.

The moment you are under the water your hand finds your cunt. There are toys there but he doesn't let you use them unless he permits it and he happens to be watching. You know better than to touch them, as you've tried before but he definitely noticed. Your hand is just fine, seeing as how you are so damn horny you know it isn't going to take much. You move your fingers to your aching cunt, so sensitive and ready you barely have to do much of anything before you are close to climax. You groan loudly as you slip one finger in, then another, your thumb just about to apply pressure to your clit when you feel it. Eyes on you. Somehow you just know. You turn your head slowly to see him standing there. He hasn't bothered to even try to get comfortable. He was in a hurry to catch you. It was like he knew.

"Oh by all means continue to play with my cunt." He tells you. You know it has to be a trick, right? He wouldn't say that if he actually wanted you to do this would he? This isn't going to end well, you can tell, but you are so desperate you don't want to stop, you don't think you can.

"Daddy I-"

"Continue, Pet." He tells you firmly. You whimper softly. You know he's serious even if you don't know why. You close your eyes and start to work your hand again, shaking a bit as you anticipate his wrath. "Look at me."

"Yes, Daddy," You gasp and force yourself to look at him even though, equally as much, you don't really want to. The way he's glaring at you, angry and hungry all at once. Almost as if he's compelling you to cum and you do, quickly. The force of the orgasm so powerful you have to lean against the wall of the shower to keep from falling.

"Get out." He orders. You stare at him stupidly, trying to recover from the force of that. "NOW!" You scramble to turn off the water and he grabs a towel. As you step out he wraps you in the towel tightly, around your arms and body using it as some sort of makeshift restraint. He easily picks you up and you squeal, struggling a bit, as he carries you into the bedroom. You are tossed on the bed and he is on top of you in moments flat.

"I'm sorry Daddy," You mewl pitifully.

"Are you? Because I don't think you are, but you're going to be." He says with a grin before slapping your cunt roughly after forcing your legs apart for him. You yelp and he does it again, the wetness of your cunt causing a loud 'snap' which sends a shiver of pleasure through you in addition to the rough content to your sensitive area. He quickly shoves two fingers into you roughly. "That desperate to cum? Huh? That you couldn't wait? Couldn't ask?"

"You...made me wait...so long..." You gasp, arching up towards him.

"I didn't make you do anything, I own that cunt and you know it, I'm about to show you just how much." He chuckles. He starts to work his fingers in and out of you at an almost brutal pace, his thumb teasing your clit on and off. You claw at the bed, knowing better than to try to touch him or grab him when he's in one of his moods. He presses down on your clit roughly getting you to cum again and you scream, bucking up towards him before realizing that he's not stopping, if anything he's just going harder now but maybe that's just because you are over stimulated.

"Oh God please...Daddy please!" You whine, you don't think you can take it. You were already in pain before this started from your own arousal and now it's the worst. He waited too long but maybe, that was his plan, you realize as he refuses to stop, getting another orgasm out of you shortly after the last. You scream and twist. He removes his fingers, then shoves them into your mouth, deeply enough that you gag on them even as you try to suck as a reflex because he's trained you well. You are grateful for the break but it doesn't last long because moments later he's between your legs, his mouth over you, working his tongue expertly as he growls, almost like a feral animal. You scream, your hand comes up to grab his hair but you think better at it. "PLEASE!"

He just snarls at you, almost angrily as he starts to work only on your clit, assaulting it with his perfect lips and tongue, getting another orgasm out of you and another. You twist and struggle under him but you know he's not afraid to bite if you truly attempt to get away. You don't think you could even if you wanted to, you are weak, your legs are too shaky, you can barely catch your breath and he's still going. Over, and over, until you are sure your heart might explode right out of your chest. You start screaming and crying, your leg twitching from the pain and pleasure of the wanted, yet, unwanted attention to your acting body.

Finally, when you are convinced you won't be able to stop yourself from punching him in the side of the head to make him stop, he pulls back. You collapse on the bed, coughing as you try to catch your breath. He slaps your cunt again, provoking another scream.

"I'm s-sorry Daddy...I-"

"I know you are but you didn't think I was finished right?" He asks and you notice, just barely that he's unzipping his pants and you know you are in for a brutal fucking, even if it's really going to be nothing but torture at that point, "I own that cunt and it's about high time you learned your fucking lesson."

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petersprincesss · 10 months

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I-

Listen. LISTEN. I am about to start crying because my body cannot think of another reaction.

HOW DID YOU GET INSIDE MY HEAD??

Nah. Where has this been. Ever since that stupid fucking music video…

I will never see the gates of Heaven.

Pacing my house rn, clawing the walls, biting my fingernails

This is the One.

I love you??

Penance [Priest!Jamie x Female Reader]

Summary: You have sinful thoughts about a local priest. Unable to deal with the tormenting lust, you must confront the object of your desires and confess your sins. Tags: Priest Kink, Blasphemous sexual encounters, fingers, teasing, dom/sub, power dynamics, humiliation, oral sex, church sex, religious symbology, spanking, orgasm denial/edging Notes: I don't know if anyone else has a priest kink but I wrote it anyway and now I guess you can read it because why not? This is fictional and not meant for anyone under the age of 18.

You didn’t attend church regularly, not by a long shot. Mass here and there when you had time, but you weren’t a regular. You didn’t interact with Priests or any of the parishioners. In a way, you were almost ashamed you kept coming here despite your lapse in religious beliefs and devotion. That someone may figure it out if you talked to them too long. That what drew you back was more the aesthetics than the actual belief. Even if you do attend every few weeks or so, each time you enter, it almost always feels like the first time.

You head down the aisle, passing pew after pew. The place is empty even though the schedule definitely said that they would be having confession from 8:00-9:00pm. One of the only times you could come because of how your schedule was with work. One of the benefits of living and working in a huge city was having churches open late enough to cater to some of the night crowd, you supposed. It is working in your favor until you reach the altar. Smell the incense and even, just faintly, some sulfur from matches that have lit all of the candles around you. Must have been recent. Starting to lose your nerve, as it has been so long, you turn around. Thinking that maybe you can try another day. Except, a man is standing there. Father Bower. You have seen him around before but you have never spoken to him. No, that would make it too tempting. As you are fully aware that maybe, the real reason you keep coming back is to stare at him from afar.

“Anything I can help you with?” He asks, knocking you out of your daze. His voice is calm and smooth. Very soothing. A tone that seeps into you and starts to warm you up. You clear your throat and take a deep breath. It is hard not to stare at his tall, lean, and quite muscular form. The black priests clothes seem to accentuate it more than they rightfully should.

“Yes I don’t really do this, normally, but it said on the website that you have confession here from eight until nine?” You ask. “Or did I read that wrong?”

“No, you are correct.” He says coming towards you, dwarfing you with his incredible height. You nearly have to crane your neck to look up at him and make eye contact. “I’m Father Bower, by the way. I’ve seen you around here before, you keep to yourself.”

“Yes I...I guess I usually feel like church is a more personal experience. Don’t feel the need to chat with everyone.” You say, which is a lie. Great, now I’m lying to a Priest. You think. It’s almost as if you want to be as sinful as possible. “I uh...thought there was confession now, though. It gave the times on the website.”

“You entered a few minutes early,” He says, “I was running behind and I do apologize for that. Quite honestly, very few people ever show up this late for confession so I guess I thought I wouldn’t have much to worry about. We could move this to a confessional if you’re more comfortable with that.” He motions to one of the booths off to the side. You shake your head. You know why you came there and you know that you should probably own up to it. Even if it means staring right into his amazing blue eyes as you do it.

“No, I don’t really mind talking face to face. As long as no one else comes in here, that is.” You say.

“I don’t think you’ll have much to worry about,” He chuckles and motions to a pew in the front row. It is right across from the altar. You eye the front of the church for a moment before taking a seat. He sits down as well. Close. You can smell him and for some reason he smells amazing.

“Alright uh...bless me Father for I have sinned it’s been more years than I can count since my last confession.” You say, since you honestly can’t remember how long it has been. You give him a bit of a sheepish, apologetic look. “That’s not a sin right?”

“What? To miss confession?” He asks.

“Yes…”

“Just a bit, no worse than what you might get for committing a mortal sin.” He says, “Why do I get the feeling you’re trying to stall for time?” You hate that he’s already picked up on this. The fact that you are hesitant to say anything that you are actually there for. You take in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“The thing is,” You start slowly, “I have an attraction to someone I should not have an attraction to. Very, bad thoughts. A man of God, someone far more pure than I am. I just don’t think I can get it out of my head.”

“How much do these thoughts consume you?” He asks.

“Clearly a lot if it’s been years since I’ve last confessed,” You say and laugh nervously, “That’s why I kind of avoid talking to people. To priests. I know that it’s shameful but I can’t help myself.” You try to meet his gaze but it only works for a few seconds before shifting your focus right back to the altar, not too far from where you are sitting.

“Then you are looking for redemption, to be cleared of sins and this behavior?” He asks.

“Yes. Kind of silly I guess.” You say, another nervous chuckle escaping before you can really stop it. Without warning, his hand is on your cheek. A firm motion, applying pressure to guide your head in his direction. His large, strong hand slipping to your chin to grip it. He forces you to make eye contact. You swallow hard as you become far more aroused than you know you should be by this touch. Especially by this man.

“I think I could help with this,” He says, “Which man of the cloth are we speaking of here?”

“What?” You laugh, that was not something you’d ever been expecting. Not the touch, tone of voice, or the firmness of his questioning. It’s like he already knows. “Father I-”

“You think I don’t see it myself?” He asks, getting in closer. “The way you dress when you come here. The way you look at me when you think I don’t notice?” You can’t deny that he’s right but you’re also shocked that he has noticed you too. Had these thoughts as well. You’ve barely interacted with him. Maybe a polite ‘hello’ and nod as you were quickly heading out. That was it. Something about you must have caught his eye as well.

“This isn’t right, Father.” You say softly, “You took a vow that-”

“Vows can be broken and well...there’s always confession.” He says, a sly grin crossing over his face. You feel the heat rising again, this took a turn you were never expecting but you don’t really want to stop it. You just know that it’s probably best if you try. You stand up and take a few steps back from him.

“Father, I think maybe you should think this through.” You say. “You are a man of God and I am just-”

“A tease.” He says, rising to his feet. He looms over you, staring down with those intense eyes. You can feel them burning into you. You shiver and take another step back. He steps forward to compensate. You lick your lips slowly and glance up at him. “You do know what a mortal sin it is to tempt a man like me, right?”

“I didn’t mean to.” You say. It’s another lie and you know it. He’s not wrong about how you dress. Though it’s appropriate for church, it’s also just barely okay. You wanted his attention, at least part of you. Now that you have it, that’s a whole different story, but you hadn’t honestly thought it would work in the first place. You aren’t sure what to do, lying to him seems like the best thing but he’s also a priest. You are just digging the hole deeper.

“Those tight red dresses...this...this lipstick…” He grabs your face again, his thumb roughly tracing over your lips. The makeup smears a bit across your cheek as he does. A soft groan escapes you involuntarily. He has your number alright. Calling out things that until that moment you may have only really been doing subconsciously. You are aware of them now, though, he can see right through you. “No matter how much you deny it, you put yourself out there to lure me in. Say it.”

“Say what?” You whisper. He laughs softly before slapping you roughly across the face. You cry out and stumble back, only managing to catch your balance by grabbing the altar. You are stunned but perhaps more aroused than you’ve ever been in your life.

“What you want from me, what you’ve wanted since the moment you saw me. Confess your sins, Child.” He demands firmly, stepping closer. Close enough that he’s able to pin you against the altar himself. His large form tightly against yours, you can feel just how aroused he is and it only adds fuel to the fire he’s sparked in your core already. You whine softly. He grabs your hair and yanks back, forcing your head up to look at him. “Confess.”

“I do want you, Father.” You breathe, “Have since the moment I saw you. Please...forgive me.”

“Forgiveness must be earned. On your knees.” He says, using his grip on your hair to shove you down. Your knees hit the cold floor under you. He shifts, a hand coming down to palm his cock through the fabric. He lets out a soft groan. All you can do is watch him, eyes wide. Seeing how large he is while still covered drives you crazy. Your tongue darts out to lick your lips and just as it does, he slaps you again. You cry out in shame and a bit of humiliation. What has this man done to you? “I can see that you are quite insatiable, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes...Father.” You mutter, not really sure there is any use in hiding it for him now.

“Is this what you want then?” He asks, “To force me to break my vows? Show you how far you’ve fallen? What you’ve done?” You look up at him again, stunned into silence as he slowly unzips his pants and removes his cock. You open your mouth to speak but, before you can, he’s tracing your lips with it. He’s so hard, leaking...and ready. You close your eyes and open wider. Taking the head into your mouth. Getting a taste. He moans. The sound echoing around the two of you through the cathedral. Almost as heavenly as the taste on your lips and tongue. You take him in deeper, gagging softly on his length. His hand comes down, rests on the back of your head and tangles in your hair. He forces you down, then pulls you back a bit.

“Look at me,” He commands, “Look at what you’re doing.” Your eyes open and you glance up to see his face. Though he seems angry, maybe even demonic, the hunger is clearly there. Right in his eyes. You moan around him, despite yourself, he pushes you back and slaps you across the cheek with his cock.

“I’m sorry, Father.” You gasp. He grabs your arm and stands you up, shoving you towards the altar as he turns you to face it. He forces you down, so you are bent over the thing. His hands quickly moving under the dress you carefully chose out hoping that maybe...just maybe you could tempt him more if you saw him tonight. His large hands grip your ass, squeeze it, massage it roughly. He then gives it a slap. The sound of the smack creating another echo. You cry out, pressing your cheek against the hard surface under you. Closing your eyes tightly. He grabs you by the wrist, moving your hand back and forcing your hand around him. His cock hard, wet...waiting.

“This...this is what you’ve done. Are you proud of this?” He asks.

“I-”

“You should be, this is what you wanted, isn’t it? Huh? Little whore…” He growls, his other hand giving your ass another rough slap. You cry out and he does it again. “Open your eyes...see what you’ve done. Beg for it. Beg for mercy.” Your eyes open when he says that, your cunt throbbing and wet. You are sure your panties are more than soaked. Nearly have to be dripping from this rough attention. The humiliation. How his cock feels within the grip of your trembling hand. He grip over it, he uses yours to force you to stroke him. He leans down, moaning lewdly in your ear as he does.

“Mercy?” You muttered.

“You really are asking for it, aren’t you? Can’t even follow the most simple of tasks to earn your redemption.” He breathed, so close you can feel the heat on your skin. He runs his tongue over your cheek, then another slap to your ass. You squeal out. He lets go of his grip on your hand and pulls away. You whine as you lose the feel of his length under your fingers. He shifts behind you, forcing the skirt up and over your hips. His thumbs slipping under the waist of your panties, yanking them down. He drops, forcing his hands between your legs to spread them more. Then you feel his mouth on you from behind, from under. His tongue running over your aching, wet folds. Slipping into you hungrily. You moan, louder than you have all night. Your legs start to shake, going weak. His hands run up over your thighs. He pulls back, slipping one finger into you, then a second. “Such a bad little girl...so wet for such a holy man. How could I ever resist you? Tempting me with such sins of the flesh with your sweet taste.”

“I’m sorry…” You moan, not sure what else to say. What he wants to hear. He slips his fingers in and out of you. Working them roughly. There is pain and pleasure. You are vaguely aware that this is not with intent to get you off, just tease you more. Torture you. “P-Please...Father I...please stop…”

“Stop what?” He asks, “Because I don’t think you want this to stop no...what do you really want? Hmm? Say it. Now.”

“I...I want...please let...let me cum.” You beg pathetically. Your voice hardly above a whisper. You feel his thumb tease your clit. Just barely. Ghosting over it. A shiver runs through you and you lean more heavily over the altar. That’s it, before he removes his fingers entirely. He stands again, leans over you. He presses tight into you. You can feel him teasing your hole with that hard cock but not entering. His other hand, the one he used on you, grabs your face from behind. His fingers shove into your mouth past your lips almost violently.

“That’s right...clean your filth from me. From the holy man.” He demands. You gag and choke but start to suck desperately at his fingers. Without warning he shoves into you from behind. He keeps his grip on your face tight, his long fingers nearly in your throat as he does. It muffles the scream of surprise and pleasure that leaves you next. “No one told you to stop sucking.” Until he says that your realize that you have, and you start up again with vigor. He begins to thrust roughly. Slow strokes. In and out. Methodical. Even pulling out of you completely a few times just to slam right back in moments later. He uses his fingers to fuck your mouth a few moments longer before removing them, a string of saliva trails from the tips. You cough and gasp and he slams into you again. As deep as he can get. He rests nearly his full weight on you, pinning you down. Almost crushing you into the wooden structure before.

“Please...I...I’m sorry Father show me mercy...teach me a lesson. M-Make me cum.” You cry pathetically, not being able to take much more of this. He chuckles darkly in your ear, taking the lobe between his teeth and biting painfully. You squeal and he starts to work his hips again. This time, in a far more pleasurable and gentle rhythm.

“How?” He asks, “How do I make you cum? Hmm?”

“W-With your cock…” You whimper.

“What was that, Child?” He purrs, still going at that achingly teasing pace that builds and builds but never allows you to release. Stroking every nerve internally, driving you crazy with his body and tone. Every nerve inside of you on fire and aching for that one final climax.

“Your cock, Father, make me cum with your cock!” You yell at him.

“That’s a good girl…” He says and starts to move hard, faster, rocking his hips into your. His hands gripping your hips tightly. His moans growing louder and louder, along with yours, eclipsing them as his passion rises along with the speed of his thrusts. He lowers himself more, his mouth pressing against your neck and shoulder. Then he bites sharply. You scream, your orgasm slamming into you like a tidal wave. Your eyes rolling back in your head as you buck back against him. Clenching around his cock. The spasms of ecstasy rocking you violently. The breath leaving your lungs. His moans against you, muffled but almost deafening as he joins you in your pleasure. His movements painful but pleasuring until with a few last involuntary twitches and jerks he finishes. His body once again on top of yours, crushing you to the altar as he attempts to catch his breath. After a long moment of this he stands again. You groan as you feel him slip out of you. Listen as you hear him straighten up, the zipper of his pants going back into place. Slowly, you lift yourself and turn to see him just as he grabs your discarded panties from the floor. He holds them up, within your line of vision before stuffing them into his pocket. “I’m sure you’re going to want them back...they’ll be ready next week.”

“But…”

“It is late. Confession is over. You are far from clean. You know that. Same time next week. Do not be late.” He tells you seriously, then, without another word he heads out of there. You watch him, stunned into silence. Well, you suppose that you need to be purged of all these sins and maybe...next week...you can’t risk being late to another session. It is for your own good, after all.

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