"That's it... show me..." He whispered into your ear, his breath hot against your skin as one finger slipped inside you, finding your entrance wet and ready for him. "Let go, Mik... let me take care of you."

He pressed his body harder against yours, grinding their hips together as he thrust his finger deeper inside you. His other hand moved up to cup your breast, massaging the hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"Father Bill..."

“Don’t call me that, my little angel.” He said softly, lifting you into his arms and carrying you towards a plush armchair in the corner of the room. “You deserve all the pleasure in the world, and I intend to give it to you.”

He gently placed you on the chair, wrapping his legs around your waist and pulling you close, kissing your neck with intense fervor. "Just relax, Mik," he urged, continuing to kiss you deeply, his hands exploring every inch of your body with careful tenderness. “Let me take control…”