DECEPTION : (A student/teacher romance)

My jaw almost hits the floor as I spin around the chapel in confusion. “Here?”

“Here.” He nods.

“You’re insane.”

“We’ve established that. Do you need me to cut it from you?” He withdraws his knife, and wetness pools between my legs.

Knowing I have nothing else to wear, I shake my head.

“Good girl, now drop the dress. Don’t make Daddy ask you again.”

I grab the hem of the dress and lift it over my head. I’m naked underneath, but something tells me Rocco planned that. Then I drop it to the floor, and he whistles lowly. “Mrs. Marino …” He winks while his chest puffs out.

Color rushes to my cheeks with the way his hooded eyes devour me.

“Fuck, my cock is so hard.” He grunts while stroking over his jean-clad bulge.

“Turn around and get on your hands and knees on the steps.”

I spin around and lower myself to the floor, not missing the flash of silver that gleams as I do. His words come back to me. “Little Red, you’ve no idea what mark I plan on leaving on you.”

“Rocco?”

He leans over me, then I hear his zipper. “Shhh. It’s okay.”

The tip of his knife trails down my spine, leaving goose bumps in its wake.

“Is it going to hurt?” I whisper.

“Probably.”

I ball my hands into fists, waiting for the pain to come when I realize I can’t grip onto the floor. He caresses my ass cheeks, and I push back against him, then he delivers a harsh slap, and I jolt at the force.

“I’m going to spank you, and I want you to count them for me. Do you understand, Little Red?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He hisses, and my core clenches at how much he enjoys me calling him daddy.

His palm hits my ass, and my skin burns.

“One, Daddy.”

Smack.

“Two, Daddy.”

“You look damn good kneeling at the altar for Daddy.”

Smack …

I clench as my ass throbs with each delicious spank he delivers. One after the other, barely giving me a chance to count the next.

“Eight, Daddy.”

Smack.

“So good on your hands and knees at the altar, begging for me to fill your little cunt with my cum.”

“Nine, Daddy.”

“You need Daddy to impregnant you, don’t you?”

Smack.

“Ten, Daddy.”

A slice through the skin of my ass causes my body to still at the brutality of it, then it’s followed by warmth trickling down the back of my thigh.

“Daddy!”

“Be brave, Little Red. Almost done,” he grits out.

My nails bite into my palms.

Then the head of his cock presses at my opening while the pain sears through me. He’s using his knife to write something on my ass cheek, marking me, and I welcome it.

“Daddy’s little whore looks delicious bleeding so beautifully for him.”

I push back against the head of his cock when the pain forces me to bite into my lip, but he doesn’t allow me to push far, holding me still so he can continue with the marking. “That’s it. Take your pain out on me, Little Red. Let Daddy’s thick cock stretch you wide.” I try not to wiggle my ass as his words send flurries of euphoria through me.

The knife clangs to the floor, and his strong hand grips my hip.

He grabs my hair and wraps it around his fist, yanking my head up to face the front of the chapel. “Now, pray for Daddy to fill you.”

“Oh god,” I whine as he torturously slides slowly inside me.

“Pray!”

“Please.”

“More!” he barks.

“I promise to be good. Please fill me with your cock, Daddy.”

“You’re Daddy’s whore, aren’t you?” The feral tone in him has me wanting to comply. All his tenderness gone, his wildness unraveled into his savage self, and I wouldn’t change him for the world. Instead, I embrace it. I welcome it with open arms, kneeling on an altar for my man.

“I’m your whore, Daddy. Please, I need it.” I push back.

He spits on my ass, then shocks the hell out of me by slapping me hard on the marked flesh, and I cry out as he sinks inside me.

The pain mixed with pleasure is all-consuming, and my mind doesn’t know which one to register first.

When he presses on my asshole with wet fingers, I see stars.

“Yes, Daddy. Yes.”

“Fuck, Little Red. You look so good covered in my mark, so good covered in blood.” His fingers pump deeper, and I have no choice but to clench his cock. I imagine him in all his glory, his head tipped back as his pleasure takes over him, and his lips parted as I scream his name.

The man is my god, and I willingly pray at his feet.