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Copia sighs to himself, rubbing his temple with two fingers, and shuts down the computer on his desk. He looks to the clock mounted on the wall next to one of his many filing cabinets to the left of the door to his grand office, reading it as 8pm. Another late night for me. Good thing I live a floor away.
He picks up his briefcase and biretta that had been long discarded, throwing it on his head haphazardly, and marches himself out of his office.
The Cardinal was the only one wandering the office halls at this time; the other upper clergy would already be retiring to bed, finishing up at dinner, or partaking in evening prayer. But not Copia. His overbearing boss, Sister Imperator, decided that work came first and though Copia has an excellent worth ethic, the amount she was piling on him at the moment was quite frankly too much.
And it was just as he reached the door to the ministry-assigned apartment he shared with his wife that he realises he fucked up.
He'd missed date night.
Shit. Fuck.
Every curse word ran through his mind as he reaches his free, shaky hand to the doorknob. And he regretted it as soon as he walked inside.
The smell of homemade lasagne wafted through the door, freshly blown out candles sitting on the table alongside two plates. The one thing missing: you.
Copia throws his biretta on the small table next to the door alongside his briefcase, and runs his hands through his hair, “Amore?” He calls into the apartment, but receives no response.
He walks deeper into the apartment and opens the door to the bedroom, spotting you sitting on the bed, reading glasses on and a book in hand.
“You’re late.” You state, not looking up from the book in your hand.
His face falls, walking closer to the bed and sitting on the edge, “I’m sorry, amore. You know how hard Sister is working me at the moment.” He tugs his shoes off, depositing them in the corner.
You sigh and close the book, leaving it on the table next to the bed, “Copia, you promised me you would try to leave early today. What happened to, ‘Amore, of course I’ll be home for date night, I don’t care what Sister says’?”
“I lost track of time-”
“That’s what you say every night, Copia. I feel like I don’t even see you anymore.” You sigh out, frustrated, “You leave before I wake up and come home after I have dinner.”
He rises to his feet and begins to unbutton his cassock, “You know how much pressure Sister has me under- she's preparing me to become Papa. Yes, it’s exhausting, but I have no choice but to deal with it.” He hooks the discarded cassock onto a hanger and leaves it on the back of the door. He is left in his black clerical suit, suspenders pressing against his chest.
You can’t help but feel your panties getting damp, the urge to undress your husband you haven’t seen in what feels like weeks rising.
He continues to talk about the pressure Sister has him under, but all you can think about is pushing him onto his knees and forcing him to make it up to you.
“Papa Nihil still doesn’t see me as a worthy candidate to succeed the Third-”
You wander over, tugging the suspenders down his shoulders and unbuttoning the first few buttons of his clerical shirt. He stutters the next few words of his sentence, clearly as touch starved as you, allowing you to run your hands over his furry chest.
“Amore- what are you doing?”
“You want to make it up to me? Missing our date night? Making me feel like a single woman again?” You can see the blush rise to his face, “I don’t remember the last time you touched me. I’ve been relying on my old vibrator.”
He looks slightly embarrassed as you tug the shirt out of his tight dress pants, “Trust me, amore, I’ve been just as deprived.”
“Yeah? Why haven’t you done anything about it then?” You ponder.
He attempts to answer, but you rub your thumb over his sensitive, erect nipple. His response flies out of his head as all blood rushes from his brain downwards.
You notice the tent in his trousers, rubbing up against the side of your thigh, “Look how needy.” You pout mockingly in response to his almost inaudible whimper, “You want me to look after you?”
He nods, allowing you to fully strip him of his shirt and unbuckle his trousers, “Please...” He forces out.
“I think you deserve a punishment first, don’t you? For neglecting me all this time.”
His breath hitches at your words, becoming impossibly hard, “Si, si. Please, punish me.”
You allow his pants to drop, leaving him in his tight boxers, exposing his obvious boner.
“Kneel.” You demand, and he obeys quickly.
He drops to his knees, looking up at you with those large eyes. “Wait there.” He nods in response, adjusting his knees under his weight.
You march over to the closet in the corner, feeling him turn his face to watch you, “Face forward.” Once again, he does as he’s told obediently. The thought of him following your every order so happily turns you on more than you can admit.
You grab some things from the box at the bottom of the closet; rope, a blindfold, a cock ring and his favourite dildo- seven inches and nice and girthy.
You throw the items on the bed and sit next to them, “Underwear off. Now.”
He obeys, standing and tugging the boxers down his thick thighs. He stands in front of you completely naked, cock standing to attention, harder than he has been in months as a result of the deprivation.
“Come here.”
He understands what you want immediately, bending himself over your lap at the edge of the bed. You position his hard cock between your thighs, making him whimper at the feeling of your plush thighs hugging it, the only stimulation other than his hand that he’s had in months.
You run a hand over his pale ass cheeks, thumbing closer to the crack where his needy hole awaits.
The silence between the two of you and the feeling of your hand smoothing over his ass sets Copia on edge.
However, he is quickly broken out of his confusion when your hand meets his ass cheek, the stinging pain making him whimper out against the bedsheets.
“I think you deserve ten...” You muse, rubbing a hand over the reddening mark on his skin, “for the neglect.”
“Si. I deserve it.”
You hum at his words, “Good boy, always taking what you’re given.”
His eyes almost roll back at the words, how he’s missed this.
Your hand strikes his skin again, and again, alternating between his ass cheeks to make them bloom a rosy red. It hurts so good. Copia moans out as you continue, feeling his precum drip down onto the bedsheets from between your thighs.
“...And ten.” You bring your hand down one last time, reveling in the sharp sound that echoes in the room, alongside Copia’s adorable little whimper.
“Are you done, Padrona?”
Oh, he knows how much that nickname turns you on.
“I have other plans for you. On the bed.”
He lifts himself off your lap, getting on his hands and knees in the middle of the bed.
You almost moan at the sight; his smooth ass is blooming a gorgeous red at your hand, back arched just the way you like it.
You kneel on the bed behind him, taking his arms and tying them at the small of his back. You pull to verify he can get out if he really wants to, before tying the blindfold over his eyes, leaving him in anticipation of what’s next.
Copia rests his face against the bed, hearing the bedside draw slide open, the one he knows holds the lube, and feels himself getting even more excited.
The cold lube touches his cock as you rub it over him, sliding it over his velvety skin, before sliding the ring on to the base of his hard cock.
“You can come when I tell you to, yes?” You smirk at him, watching him completely at your mercy. He doesn’t respond, so you raise a hand to smack the underside of his thigh, “What do you say?”
“Si, padrona.” He groans out, feeling your hand inching closer to his needy hole.
The erotic sound of you lubing up your fingers fill the room, before you bring them to his asshole.
It puckers and twitches at your cold fingertips, and you press down to encourage it to give. Copia's body opens up for you, allowing you to experimentally push a finger down to the knuckle.
Copia's breath quickens, having missed the feeling of being filled.
“Good?” You check in quickly.
“Si, please keep going, padrona.”
You slowly add another finger to his puckered ass, slowly moving them in and out, trying to find that bundle of nerves that would drive him insane. His cock drips, precum leaking from his swollen head on to the bedsheets, where a small puddle is forming.
A third finger enters, and you drip some more lube onto his hole, allowing you to move them in and out at a quicker pace.
Your panties must be completely soaked through by now, the sounds Copia is making and the sight of his needy hole sucking in your fingers sending you mad.
At one particular movement, Copia cries out, throwing his head back and you know you’ve reached it. You continue hitting his prostate with the tips of your fingers, deep inside of him.
“Please, Padrona! It feels so good!” He cries out, back arching deeply.
You can feel his used hole pulsing against your fingers, before removing them abruptly, before he cums. He whines at the loss of your fingers.
You pull his ass cheeks apart, admiring the beautiful gape of his ass, clenching desperately at the ruined orgasm.
You deny him even touch as you rise off the bed and undress, not allowing him to see your naked body. You clip the harness around your thighs, before slotting the discarded dildo into the ring.
Despite not being able to see you, Copia knows exactly what you are doing, whimpering out a short, desperate please as you rejoin him on the bed.
You drip lube onto the large dildo, making sure it is nice and slick to avoid hurting him, and press it against his stretched hole. He lets you in easily, back arching to accommodate the large girth as you sheath the whole thing inside of him.
He stretches around the dildo, the pink rim of his asshole clenching desperately on the silicone.
His fists close around the bedsheets as you thrust, the large head of the dildo pressing against his sensitive prostate and making him sing. His hips press back against yours, meeting every thrust enthusiastically.
You reach down between his taut thighs to grab at his almost-purple cock, harder than you’ve ever seen it before, and jerk him quickly in rhythm with your powerful thrusts.
“Please- please, Padrona!” He hiccups out, “Please let me cum!”
You’re sure that the whole floor is able to hear him, the thought paired with the rubbing of the harness against your sensitive clit almost sending you over the edge.
“Imagine if the other siblings could see you now.” You sneer, “Papa prospect, taking it in the ass so well. If only they could see how beautifully you open up for me.”
His moans turn animalistic at your words, pressure building in his cock rapidly. He whimpers out a few little pleases with each thrust, body turning into a ragdoll as you grab at his bound arms and pull him back against your cock.
You can feel your own orgasm approaching. Wanting to come with him, you moan out a quick, “Cum, now.”
He obeys instantly, cum spurting from his softening cock and leaving a puddle of him on the bedsheets below. His used hole clenches desperately against the cock as he cums, and you give him one last thrust as you cum yourself, burying the large dildo deep inside him.
You two stay connected for a few more moments, before you pull of him, watching him gape around nothing, before untying his arms and blindfold.
He turns to lie back on the bed, watching you as you take off the harness and grab a damp cloth to wipe off your bodies.
A dopey smile creeps across his face, welcoming you into his arms as you both drift off into a dreamless sleep, the most peaceful sleep Copia has had since Sister Imperator began working him to the bone.