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Secondo always had better uses for mouths that talked back to him, and that suited you just fine. It seemed like anytime you two were put in a room together you found a way to get under his skin and at the same time give him a raging hard on.
Right now, for example: knees aching, eyes stinging with tears, mouth stretched around a beautifully girthy member being thoroughly fucked as you wordlessly worshipped the cock of your anti-pope.
This, you thought, was Hell on Earth.
And you both loved it.
His face, ever stoic when it came to work matters, barely reacted when you entered his office. Though he greeted you as if you were any other Sibling that was far from the truth. You didn’t miss the flicker behind that mismatched gaze though, the mixture of amusement, arousal and longing when he uttered your name. You had proven that more than anyone you had a knack for flaming the carnal lust within him, turning already bright embers into an insatiable hellfire. He couldn't get enough of you, nor you he, and you would happily let him greedily devour you any chance you he had. It hadn’t been long before the Ghouls had taken notice either, the scent of their master hanging heavy on you like a thick perfume. That was your theory anyways, though the bite marks on your neck probably were the first sign. At least you wouldn’t have to worry about the Ghouls potentially eating you now.
Right now however there were more pressing matters. Your duties for the day were to assist Secondo per the request of Sister Imperator. She knew your work ethic was unmatched, and though putting you two in a room together was bound to lead to some kind raw sexual pursuit you both still excelled when working with each other. It would be difficult to behave around him as he was now, shed of his chasuble to reveal the all black uniform underneath. The black dress shirt hung nicely on his broad frame and his thick forearms were on full display thanks to his rolled up sleeves.
He pulled a folder from his file organizer and directed your attention to it. You nodded as you pulled up a chair and began sorting through the venue schedules for upcoming rituals, having them completed in no time and organized by date. He hummed approvingly as you handed the stack back, muttering a good boy instead of a thanks, knowing very well which would motivate you more.
You fought the heat pooling in your stomach as he assigned a new task, pouring yourself into it as you had the previous. It turned out the same way as the last, earning more praise from the older man. You hummed to yourself to hide a soft moan as he handed you another set of papers to evaluate, his gloved fingers stroking your digits during the hand-off. Electricity raced up your spine every time you managed to lock eyes with him.
You closed the file you had just finished, folding your arms over it and resting your head on them. "Secondo?" You forewent his title, a request that spanned back years ago when you started being intimate with each other. When around other clergy members and sometimes during sex you were to refer to him by his title, but if it was just the two of you you were allowed to use his name. It was a permission granted to few outside his family. He regarded you with a hum prompting you to continue. "We've been at this a while, how about a break?"
"You're more than welcome to take one." Your lips twisted into a pout. Despite his reputation of the hedonistic party boy Secondo took his work very seriously, as a result it could often be difficult to pull him away from it. Even with a tempting and willing little morsel such as yourself. Thankfully you learned how to persuade him.
"We take a break.” You clarified. “Surely there’s something you’d rather be doing than paperwork?” Or someone. You leaned back a bit, making a show of popping a few of the buttons on your cassock. His eyes still didn’t stray your way.
"I'm good." His focus remained on the screen of his computer but the subtle smirk on his lips told you all you needed to know. He didn't always make it easy, but that was part of the fun.
“Papa.” You said in a deep sultry tone, your cassock now unbuttoned enough to show off your torso. Your hand roamed over your chest, fingertips tracing your skin as you pushed your clothes further off of you. With your chest fully exposed now your nipples perk up in the cool air, lightly you trace circles around them, lightly tugging at the silver barbells that pierced the nubs. “Are you sure?”
His eyes roved over your body, hungrily taking in the lewd display you had been driven to. Finally, you had his attention, and you were bound to get what you desired.
“Go to the kitchens on your break, I could use a coffee. Espresso, black, per favore.””
You were done with subtlety, well, if playing with your tits is subtle. “Vieni a scoparmi, vecchio uomo.” Though not your native language your Italian rolled off your tongue as if you had spoken it all your life. “Se il tuo cazzo funziona ancora.” It was childish, but bound to get the reaction you wanted.
“Attento a come parli, ragazzo.” His voice deepened when speaking his native tongue, a dangerous rumble as he looked at you sternly under furrowed brows. You got weak in the knees when he spoke Italian to you, especially if he was doing it to chastise you. Oh this was going right to your dick.
“Dammi un motivo per farlo.” His brows knit together tightly as he stood, taking the few steps to to stand beside your desk. His white eye glowing unnaturally as white hot rage burned behind it. His hand found itself on your bare shoulder, squeezing the tender flesh enough to bruise.
You were both pulled from your stand off by a quick knock at his door. It had you scrambling to quickly button your cassock back up, you shot a glare at Secondo when he let out a mocking chuckle as he released you and beckoned the visitor in. You barely have yourself put back together and are straightening your pellegrina as the visitor enters Secondo’s cabinet. A Sibling playing messenger it seems, smiling as they approach Secondo’s desk where he has since reseated himself.
“Papa.”
“Sibling.”
“I have some schedule changes that need reviewing. I don’t want to rush but Sister Imperator would prefer they be finished by the end of the day.”
“Hand them off to my assistant.” He motioned towards you, the sibling turning their attention to you. Their smile filled out their cheeks as they extended the paperwork for you to receive. You had to groan internally, more work when what you really wanted was a distraction and your Papa had to go and make it difficult. A devious thought crossed your mind as you reached out to grab the paperwork. You flipped through it casually before setting it down on your desk and standing.
“I’m going on break actually. You mind if I look at them later, Secondo?” You pronounced his name syllable by syllable, lingering on the final “o”. The Sibling immediately blanched, their eyes going wide at your unapologetic insubordination. Secondo didn’t hardly react, rather shooting a dangerous gaze your direction. No one said anything for a few beats, it was the Sibling who decided to break the silence leaning into to speak to you.
“Brother, you forget yourself.” The Sibling whispered, looking between you and the anti-pope.
“Oh, you’re so right Sibling. You mind if I tend to them later, Papa?” You threw a glance over his way, his eyes betraying what his stoic face wouldn’t. It was becoming ever harder to hide your smug grin.
“As long as they’re done.” His voice was low betraying no emotion, but behind his mismatched gaze was angry Hellfire. The tension in the air was becoming heavier, the Sibling wringing their hands as Secondo returned his attention to them. “You may go.”
“Goodbye, Papa.” The Sibling bowed their head and shot one more worried glance towards you before leaving. You wondered if they would narc on you to Sister Imperator for insubordination, even if they did your punishment would fall to the disciplinarian: who, by chance, was your Papa. No matter how the cards fell you’d seek retribution one way or the other at his hands. Oh, those gorgeous, firm, powerful hands that excelled at not only discipline and punishment but also tender caresses.
When the door shut behind the Sibling Papa's eyes immediately locked onto you.
“Brother, come here.” You hummed and took a step forward like you would obey before turning and walking around towards the door. Your hand was on the knob when he spoke again. “Brother.”
“I remember saying I was going on a break.” You said over your shoulder, hiding a smug grin.
“Come. Now.”
You turn and leer at him, making direct eye contact. “Make. Me.” You held his gaze so confidently the way many would not be able to, your defiance surely burning bright in your eyes. Papa stands without any further words, walking with a eerie calmness to meet you at his door.
"I've been very patient with you, caro, yet you continue to test me. This will not go unpunished." Your arm was grabbed and you did little to resist as you were forcibly dragged back to the desk. He brought you around to his chair, pressing on your shoulders to force you down. Your knees meet with the hard cold floor a lot rougher than you would've liked, letting out a hiss at the sudden sharp pain. Your Papa felt little sympathy however as he settled back into his chair.
You chance a look up at him meeting his icy gaze. "I'm sorry, Papa."
"I'm afraid it's too late for that." A small smirk played onto his face. "Now we have to put that disrespectful mouth to better use." Your attention was then pulled down to the tent straining his pants as he spread his legs wider. You must've been staring because he snapped his fingers in front of your eyes. "Well? I haven't all day."
You bit your lower lip to hide your giddiness as you set about undoing his belt and pants, allowing the older man's hard cock to spring free. Heat returned to your gut as you drank in the one view you could never tire of. You couldn't admire how the silver piercing at the head stood out against the red hot tip before Secondo grew impatient and brought a hand down to grasp his dick, slapping the head against your lips a few times. You tasted the salt from his pre-cum as it spread over your lips, you flicked your tongue out to lick a stripe down his slit. He wasn’t having that though, seizing the opportunity to slide his member into your very available mouth.
He chuckled as you almost choked on his length, caught off guard at the sudden entry of his dick into your mouth. He wasn’t complaining though, the resulting spasm of your throat at the sudden rough entry squeezing his dick in all the right ways.
"Bravo ragazzo." Secondo praised you under his breath as his hand weaved itself into your locks and attempted to push himself further into your mouth. Secondo's cock sat between your lips, his girth stretching the corners of your mouth as you eagerly pleasured him. The taste of him filled your senses, a heady musk that only served to intoxicate you. Your hands find themselves at his knees as you began to set a good rhythm.
"You take your Papa so well." He purred, hand trailing down to cup your cheek. "Such a needy slut."
He wasn't wrong, he knew very well that the praise was going right to your groin and you would be desperate to have it sated. Your own arousal was neglected, if you attempted to sate it it would only compound your punishment. If he was feeling charitable he might let you off with a warning and forego the chastity belt. Today he was very obviously not, however. He separated your legs with his foot in an attempt to prevent you from rubbing your legs together to give yourself any kind of stimulation.
Stupid sexy bastard.
You traced along the underside of his cock with your tongue, a low moan rumbled in his chest as he leaned back in his chair. He bucked into your mouth, you had to fight your reflex to gag as he pushed himself deeper into your throat. His composure was starting to slip and his breath came out in ragged huffs. You let your eyes wander up to lock with his, lids heavy and mismatched eyes in a haze of lust. As you maintain eye contact you hollow out your cheeks and his hips buck into your mouth and nearly cause you to choke on his cock. Secondo's eyes began tensing under your touch, his soft moans spilling from his mouth an indication he was getting close. It was early for him to be getting this close, perhaps you had more of an effect on him than he was letting on. The thought brought a essence of a smirk to your face, or it would if you could smirk right now.
As much as you loved having him a mess above you (as much as a mess as he would allow himself, that is) your main goal was to milk an orgasm out of him. The sooner he finished the sooner he might see it fit that you deserved one as well. If he was feeling generous, of course.
Unfortunately three soft knocks at the door to Secondo's office snap you both out of the rapturous bliss you both chased.
His moans immediately cut off and his gaze steeled and he grabbed you by your hair, not to hurt you but to signal you to stop. You hadn’t heard the knocking but you immediately knew what was happening when he pulled his chair forward while guiding you under his desk, keeping himself in your mouth all the while.
"Enter." He spoke, his voice easily transforming back into what one would expect of Papa Emeritus II. It was soon followed by the sound of the door to his cabinet being opened.
"Papa." Came the nervous voice that was unmistakably Cardinal Copia.
"Cardinal." He greets politely, no manner of his previous unravelling evident save for a stray sweat bead on his temple.
The nature of their conversation soon became lost on you, their discussions involving various clergy matters that neither interested nor concerned you. Your mind was far too clouded with lust to worry about the outline of the meeting Secondo was attend tomorrow. When you went to pull off and allow your mouth some rest a hand on the back of your head held you firmly in place. You would sigh if your mouth wasn’t full of anti-pope cock. Just because work matters took priority didn’t mean he had forgotten about your punishment.A certain midweek meeting pushed itself into the forefront of your mind reminding you that work didn’t mean Secondo didn’t have time for carnal pursuits. Your jaw had been sore for a week after spending the entire two hours with Secondo’s cock between your lips, none of the higher clergy in attendance any the wiser.
The ache in your knees began to grow more unbearable as the conversation droned on, at least the meeting room had carpeting. Secondo's usual desire for concise discussions seemed to be lost, no sense of impatience that he usually displayed with people like Cardinal Copia. Instead he was letting the Cardinal speak, even ramble, giving him as much time as he would like to ask questions and further elaborate. The cramp beginning to develop in your jaw was making you the one to grow evermore impatient.
You drew your tongue flat along the underside of his member, licking along the thick vein that spanned the length. It was the same action that had him coming undone mere minutes before the Cardinal knocked on his door. Immediately his hand flew down and grabbed you roughly by your hair, a warning. Feeling bolder you grazed your teeth against his shaft, that didn't get too far before your next warning was a harsh yank of your hair. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you looked up from the small sliver afforded to you at your spot under his desk. His attention remained forward, though from this angle you could see the way he clenched his jaw that he was struggling to maintain composure.
"Thank you for your time, Papa.” Relief bubbled in you when the Cardinal went to leave, squashed as soon as he piped up to speak again. “Oh and I was wondering if you'd seen er," After a few filler words and a few snaps of his fingers your name slipped past his lips. "I thought he was assisting you today."
"He’s on a break right now." He lied, dragging his fingers roughly along your now tender scalp. "He has been very busy today."
"Ah, well, okie dokie, I’ll check back later then. Arrivederla." Copia said as he shut the door behind him. The door barely closed fully when Secondo withdrew himself from your mouth. Before you could whine he pulled you by your hair, pulling you from under the desk and back up onto your knees. With his other hand he gripped your jaw, squeezing your cheeks firmly as he pulled your face up to look at him. He looked down at you with a devilish smirk contorting his painted face, a malicious glint behind his mismatched eyes. Sweet Lucifer, he was so fucking hot.
“You continue to forget your place, caro mio.” With light pressure he's able to force your mouth open. He releases your hair and grabs his cock, sliding it into your parted lips with no resistance on your part. It becomes harder to fight the reflex to gag as he fully sheathes himself in your mouth. Your nose is pressed uncomfortably against the base of Secondo's member as he buried himself as deep as your mouth would take him. He lets out a pleased grunt as he starts forcing you to bob along his cock.
Your hands shoot up to grab your partner's broad thigh to steady yourself, the brutal punishment of your mouth causing rivulets of drool to escape down your chin. You relax your throat as best you can, breathing through your nose as you try to match his rhythm. Once again intoxicated on his scent, his taste, you let out a messy moan that blends in with the wet slaps echoing in his office. His hips start snapping into your mouth erratically, he's growling low and fisting your hair as he pushes himself as deep as you can take him. You moan lowly as his hips snap forward, your throat tensing around him being what he needed to finally reach his peak. You feel his body tremble as white hot seed is spilled down your throat, happily accepting every last drop of him as he keeps himself buried in you.
For a few moments neither of you move to disconnect, despite the stretch of your cheeks and the rawness of your throat and the pain in your knees you stay still. His chest heaves as he regains his breath, releasing your hair and putting his palm against your head. He pushes lightly against you and you’re disconnected from his cock with an obscene pop!, a stubborn string of saliva connecting your tongue to the head of his cock until enough distance caused it to snap. You suck in a few shaky breaths, throat raw and thoroughly fucked. To you it was one of the best feelings in the world.
As he goes to tuck himself back in he drinks you in, his intense gaze roving over your vulnerable form. Your face is slick with a mixture of sweat, tears, spit and a small amount of cum that trickled from the corner of your mouth. Your tongue darted out to collect the stray bead, licking your lips after you swallowed it. He chuckled at the vulgar display, hand traveling down to cup your chin.
“Un ragazzo così bello.” His thumb traced the outline of your swollen lips, your dark upper lip smudged from the abuse it took. “Buon lavoro, il mio bravo ragazzo. Molto bene.” His praises fell upon you and your body became filled with a different sort of warmth, the butterflies in your stomach going absolutely wild. Your neglected sex also pushed itself to the forefront of your mind, the ache between your legs becoming all but unbearable.
"P-Papa..." Your voice came out raspy, you dug your fingers into his thighs as you looked up pleadingly. The brat schtick was abandoned, you needed release, and you were willing to be pathetic to get it. “I need you…”
“What, you have no smart remarks left for your Papa, marmocchio? Have you learned your lesson?”
You nod, using the opportunity to rub yourself against his leg like a dog in heat. “Papa, please.”
With ease he had you back up on your feet, wobbly from the extended time on your knees. With a sweep of his arm any paperwork was pushed aside and in its place you were hefted into the middle of his desk. The hard mahogany was never your favorite place, much preferring the plush couches in the lounge area, but beggars can't be choosers. You obey when he commands you to take off your pants, quick in parting the bottom of your cassock to undo your pants, pulling them and your underwear down your knees. You moan lowly as cool air meets the wet heat between your legs, widening them to expose your engorged sex.
Secondo wastes no time shedding his gloves, pulling them off with his teeth and placing them beside you. Despite just having the man’s cock in your mouth the sight of his gloveless hands seems a lot more scandalous. Before there’s time to admire them they’re on your body in an instant, one hand gripping your thigh while the other one moves towards your entrance, avoiding your sex. As his fingers trace your entrance you go to grind into his hand, a firm, somewhat painful squeeze to your thigh makes you stop.
"Patience." He growled. You go to whine but it dies in your throat as his middle finger pushes past your ring of muscle, the whine quickly becomes a moan as he slides his entire finger inside you. His other hand holds you down by your thigh as he pumps his finger in and out of you. Soon he adds his ring finger, as your muscles clench around his digits you mewl pathetically. The resistance against his fingers thanks to your fluttering walls is intoxicating, humming to himself as it starts to become difficult to move due to the tightness of your hole. He has you panting as he mercilessly fingers you, scissoring his fingers to stretch you out. Your hands fly up and wrap around his neck, fingernails digging into his shoulders when he brushes against your G-spot.
“Your cock, I need your cock.” You moan breathlessly as his fingers pick up pace.
“No.” He said sternly gripping your chin with his other hand when you went to whine. “You will come with my fingers or you will not come at all. Capito?” You didn’t respond fast enough as he curled his fingers and hit your most sensitive spot again. “Rispondimi ragazzo, capito?”
“Y-yes!” You nodded your head frantically.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, please make me come with your fingers, Papa!” Your knuckles blanch as you cling to him. He smirked and placed a surprisingly gentle kiss against your temple.
“How could I say no?” He purred into your ear causing chills to run up your spine. Your moans spill out as his fingers increased their pace, hitting the spot that made you see stars. You want to grind against his fingers to earn yourself any amount of friction you can get but his hand finds itself firm on your hip preventing it. Even with your weeping member your find a fast release as the band within you snaps.
As your orgasm crashes over you he finally allows you control of your hips, you rut against his hand as your vision goes white. Your moans die down into feeble whimpers as overstimulation sets in. Secondo withdraws his fingers when your hips settle down, bringing them to his mouth to lick your arousal off of them. He hums approvingly, his eyes glazed in a still lingering lust. He offers his still soaked fingers to you, pushing them past your lips without much resistance. You taste yourself on them, greedily lapping at the thick digits and twisting your tongue around them until they’re cleaned.
He pulls his fingers out, though not without some hesitation from you. You would suck any part of him all day if he would let you. He smirks down at you and pats your cheek with his now cleaned hand.
“And what do we say when Papa has taken such good care of us?”
“G-grazie, Papa.” You recited as you had many times before.
He hummed in approval and took your lips in his, earning a small moan when he took your lower lip in his teeth and sucked it roughly. It didn’t last as long as you wanted and he pulled away before it had the chance to get you aroused again.
“Now, clean yourself up and get back to work.” He backed away to give you ample room to dismount his desk.
“Yes, Papa.” You tucked yourself back into your clothes and redid the buttons of your cassock as you hopped back into your shaky legs. He helped steady you with a comforting hand on your hip, moving it to slap your ass when he was sure you had your balance.
As you scurried off to the bathroom you sent a silent prayer below that no one would see you in this state, all sticky and moist. You ducked in to the closest you could find and quickly wash your face and fix your hair, your makeup for the day is a lost cause so you settle for scrubbing it off with the rest of the grime on your face. Despite your face being thoroughly abused you're positively beaming, choosing to almost skip back to Papa's cabinet.
You return to the office after a few minutes of clean up, settling back into your chair after a glance towards Secondo. He didn’t regard you when you returned but you catch his eye when you sit back down, a hint of a devilish grin just below his semi-smudged lip paint. Likewise a coy smile is shot back at him.
“Now, it was scheduling reports, right?” He hummed in confirmation, sliding the folder your way. “I’ll have them taken care of pronto.”
“Good boy.” He purred not looking up from his own paperwork.
You suddenly found yourself getting very, very horny again.
Oh, working with him was never easy.