Blessed: A Bad Priest Romance

by Alexis Angel

  "Didn’t think it mattered," he shrugs, walking inside the building’s cavernous hall as two security guys push the double doors open. Loud music and dim lights flood us at once, and I have to blink my eyes a few times before I realize how big Python really is. The room we’re in has enough space for a few hundred people, and the elevated stage right in the middle seems like something out of rock concert.

  "Wait here, I’ll go get us a booth," Aidan says, but I’m barely listening to him. My attention has been snagged by the two men on the stage, both of them wearing firemen uniforms. Their heavy bright jackets are open, though, and they're not wearing anything underneath. Their abs and toned muscles gleam under the spotlight, and I feel my jaw dropping a little as they throw their jackets over the crowd of shouting women, the sight of their naked (and extremely ripped) chests sending the crowd into a frenzy. No wonder Aidan used to work here; he fits right in with these guys.

  "I still can’t believe you didn’t tell me you used to work here," I say, but when I turn to the side I realize Aidan’s not there. I look around and I see him leaning by the counter, talking happily with a gorgeous man in a dark tailored suit, his jacket thrown over the counter and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. They shake hands, exchange a few words, and then Aidan makes a beeline toward me.

  "Who’s that?" I ask him, following the tall man with my eyes as he steps through a Personnel Only door.

  "That’s Austin Price, the owner," he says, and then takes my arm again. "Lets go, he hooked us up with the best seats."

  Arm-in-arm with Aidan, I let him lead me to the upper level of the room. We walk up a set of stairs, and then he takes me to a booth that overlooks the stage. The walls are lined with couches, and there’s even a pole in the middle of the room. This booth probably services large groups, but we have it just to ourselves. I’m betting that this Austin guy must have liked Aidan a lot when he worked here.

  We choose the seats closer to the floor-to-ceiling glass walls, the ones with the best view toward the stage, and I notice there’s a bucket with a bottle of champagne on a small table to the side, two glasses close to it.

  "Oh, nice," Aidan says, grabbing the bottle by the neck and popping the cork out with a quick flick of his thumb. Champagne gushes out in a torrent, and I hurry to get the glasses under the bottle.

  "To Abby, the greatest writer ever," he says, taking one of the glasses and raising it up with a grin.

  "To Aidan, the second greatest writer ever," I tease him with a chuckle, and we touch glasses. I down all of my champagne at once, and then search for my phone, rummaging inside my purse with one hand. Fishing it out, I head straight to the Rainforest website.

  "Jesus, give it a rest, Abby. You checked the rankings a thousand times today and --"

  "Oh, God. Oh, God," I start, my eyes widening as I notice what’s on the screen. No way, this can’t be real.

  "What is it?" Aidan asks, peering over my shoulder. "Holy fuck!" he exclaims as he sees what’s on the screen. "We’re at the fucking top!"

  "We are," I say, barely blinking as I try to process the fact that Big Dick is sitting at the Rainforest’s Top 10. "And we’re going up," I continue, breathing fast as I notice the small Big Dick thumbnail overtaking the other books in the ranking, climbing steadily into the Top 5.

  "Fuck," Aidan breaths out, grabbing the bottle of champagne and refilling our glasses. It feels like we’ve barely finished drinking them when Big Dick finally tops the ranking, an orange ribbon with a bold #1 falling over the thumbnail. "Well, fuck me. We’re the best-selling book in the US."

  "We are," I squeal, jumping up from my seat and hugging Aidan tightly. I press my mouth against his, kissing him heartily, and then just laugh. This is better than everything I could’ve dreamed of. Number one? Are you kidding me?

  "Look," Aidan grabs the cellphone out of my hands and hovers his index finger over the screen. "There are a lot of books going up too," he says, narrowing his eyes. "Bad Boy Publishing," he whispers, and I look down at the bright screen. All the books climbing in the ranking—and there are a lot of them—belong to Bad Boy Publishing.

  "They’re unseating us," Aidan whispers, watching as Big Dick falls from #1 into #7, and then crashes all the way down into #47. "Fuck, we can’t compete without a marketing budget."

  "Screw that," I surprise myself, taking the cellphone out of his hands and throwing it back inside my purse. "We’ve made the top spot without a marketing budget! Do you know what that means? This is just the start!"

  "Yeah, I guess," he says, but I can tell he isn’t completely comfortable with the idea of having Bad Boy Publishing coming after us. I don’t like it, of course, but right now I’m so ecstatic over the fact that Big Dick made #1 that I can barely think of anything else.

  "We need to celebrate," I tell him, turning toward him and biting on my lower lip.

  "Isn’t that what we’re doing?"

  "No, I want to really celebrate. I want to do something crazy, I want -- Christ, I don’t even know what I want, but I want it."

  "Are you sure?" he asks, looking into my eyes with a serious expression, but I notice that hunger welling up in his eyes.

  "I trust you," I whisper with a nod. "Besides, isn’t this what Python is all about? Having no limits? That’s what I want right now—no limits."

  Without saying a word, Aidan just grins and goes up to his feet. Taking my hand, he leads me out of the room and down the stairs, back into the lower floor. "Wait here," he whispers, and then walks to the counter once more. Austin Price is there again, and I feel anxiety spreading its wings inside my chest as I watch Aidan whisper something into his ear. Austin nods with a smile, and Aidan comes back to me.

  "What was that all about?" I ask, but Aidan just grins.

  "Wait and see," he tells me, and that’s when the lights go out. The rumbling sound of drums echo through the room, the sound coming from the overhead speakers, and then a lonely spotlight lights up the stage. A few seconds after that, another spotlight lights up the place where Aidan and I are standing.

  "Let’s go."

  I walk after Aidan with a knot in stomach, realizing that he’s leading me straight onto the stage. There’s no going back now; I asked for this (whatever this is), and now I’m going to get it.

  We walk up the narrow stairs that lead to the stage, and that’s when I notice two long ropes dangling from the ceiling, handcuffs hanging on their ends. Aidan walks me across the stage until I’m under the two ropes, and then makes me lift my arms, closing the handcuffs around my wrists.

  "Time to celebrate," he whispers.

  Abby

  "Do you trust me?"

  "With my life," I whisper at Aidan, my arms stretched over my head. He replies with a smile, resting his hands on my hips and pecking my lips. His mouth lingers on mine, but when he pulls back from our kiss there’s an edge to the way he looks at me. He looks like a completely different man, and I mean that in the best way. Somehow, I know that I’m looking at some old version of Aidan, a man that used to call Python his home. A man worshipped every single night by hundreds of women. And now he’s right in front of me, ready to use me.

  Taking one step back, Aidan turns on his heels and walks toward the edge of the stage. The women go crazy, and a few even get up from their tables and saunter over to the stage, trying to reach for Aidan. One of them squeals loudly as she grazes the tip of his shoes with her fingertips.

  Moving slowly, he takes his hands to his shirt and pops out the top button on his collar. He undoes two more buttons, and a lot of women start shouting and whistling. And that’s when he grabs at the fabric and simply pulls on his shirt, un-tucking it in one sudden movement and making all the buttons pop out. They scatter around the stage like marbles, their popping noise drowned by the loud music.

  "I’M BACK, PYTHON!" Aidan shouts over the music, the shirt falling down his arms, and the crowd goes crazy. Seriously, you can feel the humidity rising in the room. Women are shouting like
crazy, and one of them even tries to climb up on the stage before one of the other dancers gently carries her off with a smile

  Turning toward me, Aidan closes the distance between us and rests both his hands on the side of my face. His fingers slide down to my cleavage and he grabs at the fabric of my dress. I hold my breath and then he rips my dress apart, baring my bra. Tugging viciously, he turns my dress into tatters and simply yanks them off of my body.

  I feel exposed, suddenly, realizing that hundreds of eyes are on me right now. But I take a deep breath and close my eyes. There’s nothing to be afraid of; I trust Aidan completely, and whatever happens in here will never leave these walls. That’s Python’s ethos.

  "God…" I moan, throwing my head back as Aidan starts kissing my neck, his lips brushing down to the valley between my tits. I feel my nipples hardening, straining against the cups of my bra, and I find myself wishing for him to simply yank my underwear off, just like he did with my dress.

  "God?" Aidan laughs, a hint of the Devil’s voice in his words. "We’re in Python, Abby. I’m your God now," he whispers into my ear, and my insides clench in anticipation. If Aidan’s my God, I’m ready to go down on my knees right now and pray. Or, well, do all the things you shouldn’t do when praying.

  His eyes never leave mine as he goes down to his knees right in front of me, his hands reaching for my breasts. He squeezes my tits the moment his knees touch the floor, and he squeezes them harshly, forcing a scream of delight out of my mouth.

  Letting go of my breasts, he slides his fingers down to my thong but, instead of just yanking it off me, he just hooks in fingers on the fabric. Then, moving so fast his movement becomes a blur, he takes his hands to my ass cheeks and pulls into him; he dives into me at the same time, and another loud scream explodes in my mouth as he simply crushes his face against my pussy.

  His mouth is open wide, and he doesn’t waste a second; he starts sucking on my wetness over the drenched fabric of my thong, his fingers digging deep into my ass cheeks. He does it hungrily, even pulling at the fabric with his teeth.

  Eating me out like a man possessed, he grabs my thong and pulls it against my outer thigh. The fabric tears and he just throws the thong away, his hands once again on my ass. Pushing on my cheeks, he forces me to raise my legs and I place them over his shoulders, crossing them over his shoulder blades.

  "Fuck, that’s delicious," he says as he comes up for air, but he’s on me in a heartbeat. He runs his tongue up and down my pussy lips as I hang from the ropes dangling from the ceiling, my wrists pressed against the metallic handcuffs.

  My body sways back and forth as he devours me, but he manages to keep me in place, his hands grabbing my ass harshly. I feel a ball of pleasure growing inside my stomach, burning my nerve endings with fiery stabs of maddening electricity, and I know it won’t take long for me to come in front of this insane crowd of horny women. I bet that most of them would commit murder for the chance to trade places with me. Well, tough luck, girls; right now, Aidan’s mine.

  Using his tongue to press down on my clit, he turns that ball of pleasure inside my stomach into a hurricane of ecstasy. I throw my head back and scream as loud as I can, my lungs working so hard that they are straining against my ribcage.

  "OH GOD!" I shout, a violent orgasm stabbing my mind over and over again. I grit my teeth and just hiss when my throat gives up on me, Aidan’s tongue still working my pussy with a blind fury.

  My body grows limp as pleasure washes over me, and if it weren’t for the ropes and handcuffs, I’d just fall onto the floor like a heavy block of concrete.

  "Time we change gears," Aidan tells me, taking my legs off of his shoulders. I place my feet back on the floor as he goes up to his feet, and then a shiver goes up my spine as he hooks his thumbs on the hem of his pants. Looking me straight in the eyes, he undoes the top button.

  He takes a step back and then turns on his heels. Facing the crowd of shouting woman, he pulls down his zipper teasingly, and then kicks off his shoes in opposite directions. The women are shouting so loud that I can hear them over the sound of the music; and when Aidan takes off his pants and throws them at the crowd, it’s almost a miracle a fight doesn’t break out.

  My heart skips a beat as he turns to me, my eyes flying straight to his crotch. His boxer briefs are tented up, the outline of his cock against his underwear. All I want to do is reach for him and push his boxers down … I want his cock in my hand, in my mouth, in my pussy, and in my ass. I want him everywhere, and I want him to fuck me until I can no longer stand. And it seems he’s thinking the same.

  Walking up to me, he runs the palm of his hand down my face, caressing me, and then tucks a stray lock of hair over my ear. Hooking his thumbs on his boxers, he starts pushing them down as slowly as he can, and now the women start whistling so much they sound like an angry swarm of wasps. They’re shouting for him to turn around and show his cock, but right now he’s undressing just for me.

  I swallow hard as his cock finally springs free, his boxers sliding down his legs to his ankles. Moving unconsciously, I try to reach for his cock with one hand, and only then do I remember that I’m still handcuffed. Fuck.

  "Let’s get started, Abby," he whispers, taking me in his arms and whispering the words into my ear. "I promise you … You’ll never forget tonight."

  I don’t even reply, unable to find the right words. I just lift my legs and cross them around his waist, pulling him into me. My eyelids droop as I feel his shaft pressed against my pussy lips, and I start moving my hips in erratic movements, grinding against him. By now I’ve completely tuned out the whistles and the shouts, and even the music seems like it’s coming from a different continent.

  "Fuck me, Aidan," I say, needing his cock inside my body as much as I need the air to breathe.

  "Gladly," he replies with a grin, grabbing his cock and placing its tip right between my folds. All it takes is one thrust and his cock slides deep inside of my pussy, pushing my inner walls aside as it goes all the way in.

  Locking him with my legs, I just stay like that as he fucks me, his hands back on my ass as he pistons into me like a madman. He’s ravaging me mercilessly, thrusting as if he wasn’t even human; seriously, he doesn’t seem to grow tired. His hips just keep on rocking back and forth at a maddening speed, completely destroying whatever capability there was in me of thinking rationally.

  "Feels good, doesn’t it?" he asks, his lips pressed against my ear, and all I can do is nod. That’s all it takes to make him happy; somehow, he manages to bring the speed of his thrusts up, ramming his cock into me so hard that I don’t believe my pussy will ever be the same.

  "Aidan, I’m going to come…" I tell him, suddenly conscious that I’m being fucked in front of hundreds of jealous women.

  "Then come … and come hard," he tells me with a grin, thrusting so hard into me that I reach the climax in a fraction of a second. Thunder spreads from my pussy to all of my limbs, the bulk of it hiking up my spine and exploding inside my skull. I feel my eyes rolling in their orbits, my muscles twitching and spasming, and my legs fall from Aidan’s waist.

  He pulls out from me, his cock popping out of my pussy, and I just hang limply from the ropes, unable to do anything but breathe.

  "Oh, God… Tell me there’s more…" I ask him, lust brimming in my heart, and his reply is a teasing grin.

  "Oh, there’s more. So much more," he tells me, and I become so wet that my fluids start dripping down my legs. "So fucking more," Aidan repeats, and then he claps his hands; the moment he does it, two more ropes fall from the ceiling, right behind me.

  Walking around me, he pulls the ropes down, and then ties them around my ankles. He claps his hands again, and the ropes lacing my ankles start lifting me up from the floor.

  "What the…?" I start, completely dumbfounded. The ropes behind me keep on going up and up, and they only stop when they’re at the same level of the ropes with the handcuffs.

  "Trust me," I hear Aidan
say, and then the ropes start coming down until my whole body is level with Aidan’s cock. I’m in a superman pose, arms stretched in front of me, and it’s in this pose that Aidan positions himself between my legs, his hands sliding up from my ankles and going over to my ass.

  "This is crazy," I breathe out, looking ahead and realizing that the crowd right in front of me is far bigger than I thought. There must be a thousand people in here!

  "No, this is Python," Aidan replies, grabbing his cock and brushing its tip against my pussy. When his cock touches my drenched folds, he grabs me by the waist and just thrusts.

  "Oh, fuck," I cry out loud, looking straight at the crowd. The women closer to the stage are watching everything unfold with their mouths hanging open, an expression of desire on their faces. If I were the owner of Python, I think I’d open a laundry room; seriously, there are so many wet panties in this place that you’d make a killing.

  Fucking me hard, Aidan derails my train of thought, and soon I’m screaming so loud that everyone can hear my voice. My screams are louder than the music, and they keep on getting louder as I feel another orgasm growing and growing inside of me.

  "FUCK!" I shout, pleasure hitting every single cell in my body out of the blue. It’s like something snaps inside of me. My whole body spasms, and I do it so fiercely that the chains from which I’m hanging start to rattle with a metallic sound.

  I close my eyes as pleasure devours my mind, my hands balled into fists. My fingernails are digging deep into the palm of my hands, but I don’t even feel the pain; by now every part of my body has been blanketed by a pleasant warmness.

  Sliding his cock out of me, Aidan walks around my suspended body. Now in front of me, he goes down on one knee and leans forward, brushing his lips against mine.

  "Having fun?" he asks me, his grin holding promises of much more.

  "Fuck, yeah, I’m having fun," I reply right away, the words coming out fast between breaths.

  "Good, because things are about to get interesting now. Way more interesting…" he trails off, standing up in front of me. I almost crane my neck so that I reach for his cock with my mouth, but before I can do it, Aidan claps his hands and two more spotlights focus on the stage, the bright lights pointing right behind me. All the women make an oooh and aaah sound, an expression of pure awe on their faces, but I can’t turn around to see what’s there.