“You’ll need an umbrella, Cardinal. It’s raining wheelbarrows outside.” Jakub, as always, was prepared with an umbrella in his hand just in case. He beamed at Petr, knowing he appreciated his assistant’s preparedness.
He turned, gawping out the window. “Indeed, as if from a watering can.” Petr smiled, knowing that no one in Rome or anywhere else would understand these phrases. He’d been laughed at many times for saying them in the Vatican City. It was good to be home, where these sayings were commonplace.
Once they were in the limousine, his hand gripping Eliska’s knee, he leaned in, kissing her ear and her neck, licking the stray drops of rain that had sprinkled onto her soft skin. She tasted sweet, like honey, but smelled of Dior, the jasmine scent heady and feminine.
“Is your bottom sore?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. You wore your plug today?” Not waiting for her answer, he slid his hand up her skirt, finding the glass flower jutting from between the soft, plump cheeks of her ass. He tapped it, twisting it gently.
She gasped, shifting slightly. “Oh! Yes, yes, Sir.”
He nibbled down her neck, unbuttoning the front of her pale pink dress, her breasts pushed up in her demi bra, the pillowed globes bulging from the constraints of the pale pink silk. Slipping his hand beneath the fabric, her nipple pressed near the edge, her breast popped out easily with a flick of his fingers. The pale cream areola and tightly furled peak begged for attention.
Leaning forward, he sucked and drew on her so deeply that the breast lengthened, elongating with the tugging of his mouth and teeth. When he finally released it, the moist tip had turned red. He pulled the other breast from its holder and leaned back to stare at them propped up, on display on the shelf he’d made of the fabric. He adjusted each until they were evenly exhibited. He swore if he could, he’d parade her down the road this way, showing all the men (and even the women) what a lucky man he was to have possession of this gorgeous Czech woman.
“My little Elinka was a good girl today. Do you think Daddy should give you a good girl spanking?”
Her eyes widened. “Did you say Daddy?”
“Well, I don’t care for you calling me Daddy all the time, but sometimes…it seems to fit. This is one of those times.” He pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Answer me; do you deserve a good girl spanking?”
“I’m…I’m pretty sore, Sir. I’m not sure I can handle any kind of spanking.”
He suckled gently at her tits, the nipple grazing along the roof of his mouth, the sensation causing his cock to lengthen, straining against the constraints of his clothing. “Tis a pity. That’s what happens when my girl doesn’t behave. She misses out on all the fun.”
“Well…maybe I could.” She smiled up at him, her dimple showing in her cheek.
“Hold that thought.” He depressed the communication button on the door. Jakub, can you drive us to St. Vitus Cathedral?”
“What are we doing there? Why are we—”
“Don’t worry your little head about this. Trust me.” He chuckled because she looked anything but trusting. Eliska’s eyebrows were furrowed and she bit nervously on her lip, wringing her hands in her lap.
“Petr…this may not be a good idea.”
“Shhh. Quiet, my little dragon.”
Chapter 10
The offices of the president were only up the road within the St. Charles Castle. On a bright sunny day, they could have walked to the Cathedral, but in the rain, Petr had decided riding in the limousine was more practical. They drove through the narrow, winding cobblestone roads, stopping as close to the church as possible. Old Towne Praha, as it was called, stirred nostalgia within her, the pride she and many others like her had for their country ran deep.
Petr exited, asking Jakub to return in an hour before shutting the back door to the limo. He held the umbrella over them with his hand in the small of Eliska’s back, pushing and guiding her gently up the hill toward St. Vitus Cathedral. The ornate baroque spires and onion domes covered in copper were austere and awe-inspiring, rising more than three hundred feet above the square.
The weather worn sandstone was covered in gray and black from over six hundred years of exposure to pollutants and the elements, but the stone structure was still strong and sturdy, just like the people of the Czech Republic. It didn’t matter what they’d been through or been exposed to, it was what they were made of that kept them strong, rising with beauty regardless of their circumstances.
“If it wasn’t for Good King Wenceslas, we wouldn’t have this beautiful structure. I’ll always be thankful to the Saint for his perseverance in starting this project. I think it’d be nice to visit his chapel.” He winked at Eliska.
Her heart jumped. She hoped against hope that he wasn’t thinking what she was thinking, yet part of her wanted nothing more. “Yes, Your Eminence.”
“Such a good girl since her spanking and plug. You respond so well to discipline, girl, I need to keep your little backside red all the time it seems.”
“I’d rather you didn’t.”
Petr raised his eyebrows at her, looking to his left and right before placing a hard slap to each buttock, reigniting the switch lines that were aggravated and inflamed this morning. “Your wants are of no consequence to me. I’ll do whatever is necessary to assure your submission.”
She fought, rubbing the offended area, thinking once again that she’d be a very good girl for the rest of the trip. It’d been a while since she’d suffered a discipline session like that, and with the itching and sting she’d suffered today, she would do her best to avoid them in the future.
They climbed the steps, entering the foyer. Immediately, his bright red attire drew attention.
“Cardinal…er, Your Eminence.” The square faced, dark haired man—like hundreds of thousands in this country—bowed, his eyes closed in reverence. “We didn’t expect you. Can we escort you to where you’d like to go?”
“That won’t be necessary. As you know, I was born and raised in this land. I’d like to be given privacy and be alone in the Wenceslas Chapel. If you could spread the word, it would be greatly appreciated.”
The middle-aged gentleman seemed shocked, and Eliska swore she saw the hint of a smile play at the corners of his mouth. “Oh—sure. I’ll make sure to tell the other tour guides. You’ll be left alone with no interruptions, Your Eminence.” His chocolate brown eyes did a quick up-down scan of Eliska’s body, taking in every inch of her as she fought back a gag at the lust evident in his eyes.
Just what she didn’t need today.
Petr walked away, assuming she’d follow. She glared at the lurid man, fighting the urge to give him the finger knowing it would never be acceptable to her cardinal.
Coming home always brought the guilt back to the surface, the guilt of fucking a Cardinal. She’d been trained to honor and respect priests, bishops, and cardinals—not fuck them. And it didn’t help that she couldn’t tell her family that she wasn’t a sad girl with no prospects of love, living alone in Rome away from good marrying men here at home. She had to listen to the endless stories of all her friends who had married, or the newest baby born to a friend, neighbor, or past classmate. She had to watch the wistful looks on her parents’ faces as they reminded her that they weren’t getting any younger.
She wanted to marry and have children some day, and knew that falling in love with a cardinal wasn’t helping her meet this goal. But she didn’t choose to love him.
She hated the thought of losing Petr, but she couldn’t continue with this illicit affair. A good woman, a good Czech woman, would have been married by now—or close to being married—not having an affair with a man married to God who had his sights set on becoming the next Pope.
It was time. She needed to break it off with him—but not now—when they returned to Rome. Her friends would help her through this, helping her to meet eligible single men. But until then, she’d enjoy every carnal indulgence she could.
Father God, please forgive me.
She shuttered her eyes briefly, hoping that it was a sin that could be forgiven, that she’d recover from this and live a life of happiness with…another man, giving him children and her love.
“Hey.” Petr tilted her chin up. “You okay? You look sad all of a sudden.”
“Yeah.” She ran her hands over her arms, smiling weakly at him. “I’m fine. This place brings back memories, good memories…and I’m cold. It’s always damp and chilly in here.”
“I’ll keep you warm. Let me check the doors and ensure that this place is empty. I’ll be right back.” He walked briskly away, his cape swaying behind him, reminding her of a holy vampire.
She loved the walls here where St. (and King) Wenceslas was entombed. The artwork on the lower half of the walls was made out of thirteen hundred precious stones, the jewel and stone cutters putting their hearts and souls into the depictions of the Passion of Christ, which would bless thousands—hundreds of thousands—of people for years and years to come.
Lighting a candle in front of the house-like reliquary that held the bones and skull of both St. Adalbert and Wenceslas, Eliska genuflected, making the sign of the cross, saying a quick prayer of blessing from both saints.
Petr’s deep voice came from behind the altar. “Come here, girl.”
Looking like he was saying mass, he stood in his red garments directly behind the altar, hands folded in front of him, patiently waiting for her to join him.
Drawing a deep breath, she walked on shaky legs toward her lover, taking each step slowly and seductively, knowing the effect that her sashaying display had on him, and relishing the power. The closer she got to him, the more exaggerated she made her hips sway.
He growled deep in his chest, snatching her arm, slamming her body against his, grinding his cock against her lower belly, shoving his knee between her legs, encouraging her to grind her clit against him.
Pushing her dress up, he squeezed her ass with punishing strength, kneading her soreness, the pain spurring her arousal to climb higher and faster.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you here, for a long time, taking you on this altar in the church of our youth.”
“But—”
“No. We’re doing this.” He covered her mouth with his, languidly kissing her, his tongue plunging deep. With a sharp yank, he ripped her flimsy thong, the strip of lace brushing against her legs and puddling at her high-heeled feet.
She heard the zipper on his pants being undone, his hand pulling his long, hard cock out, the hot shaft bumping and pressing against her pussy, slipping between her labia, sliding through her juices.
“Oh, Jesus! Petr!” Her hips thrust, her hipbones slamming against him, her fingernails digging into his shoulders.
“You. Are. My. Sacrifice.” He grabbed her arm above her elbow, roughly spinning her to face the white linen-covered altar, shoving her belly against the hard wood. “Lay over this.”
She rose up onto her toes, settling over the broad expanse, lifting her ass up, spreading her legs so her cunt and bottomhole would be spread open to him. It was dirty. It was hot. And it was so fucking sexy. Her juices gushed, pooling and seeping from her entrance.
“Oh, girl. You never disappoint.” His tongue flicked and licked gently through the sheath of her sex, dipping forcefully into her pussy. “I may fuck you in two.”
“Yes!” Eliska shifted, rubbing her clit against the finely spun cloth, knowing it wouldn’t take much more attention before she’d go off like a rocket. “You need to fuck me. Now!”
“I don’t take orders from you. We’ll discuss that later.”
He plunged into her, pushing so far into her that he bounced off her walls.
Groaning loudly, the length and breadth of him uncomfortable, rolling her hips, he brushed against all the sensitive areas. She felt her eyes roll back, overcome with her cries of, “Oh God! Oh God!”
Pistoning his penis into her, he cupped her breasts, pinching the nipples, slamming his hips into her, his groin slapping her ass, inflaming the switch marks. He growled, stiffening behind her, streams of his hot semen filling her.
She screamed with her release, her fingers fisting the altar cloth, her buttocks clenching tightly, her sex clamping tightly onto him.
Although he’d stilled, sated and spent, her body continued to writhe, trembling, her pussy convulsing and pulsing around him, squeezing him.
Petr gasped at the punishing clutch wringing him dry. And then she felt him jerk within her, hardening and lengthening again.
“I’m going to come again. But this time, it’s your asshole I’m claiming on this altar.” Pulling from her sex, he reached around her for a small vial of oil.
His fingers worked in the oil, the stretch uncomfortable and difficult, but she knew when the muscle had released, the width of his fingers would no longer hurt, but increase her need for more.
The slick sound of oil being massaged onto his cock preceded him impaling her ass—hard and fast. She grunted loudly, following it with a long, low keening.
“Take me, girl. Open up wide, spread your cheeks.”
Reaching back, she pulled her buttocks apart, pushing back on his cock, and felt it slip deeper into her dark channel. “Oh, fuck!”
“Yes. Is my cock exciting you, girl? Do you enjoy feeling like you’ll rip from me?”
“Oh God. Push into me. Finish it!” She lifted her hips, pushing back onto him, feeling his balls slap against her pussy.
“My cock slut. Are you happy now with my cock up to your tonsils, girl?”
Yes, Sir!
Petr slipped in and out of her anus slowly, adding more anointing oil to her bottom, easing his fullness into her.
With her clit grinding against the edge of the table, her arousal climbed quicker this time, her panting and whining rhythmically in time with his thrusts into her. “I’m coming, Sir.”
“Yes. Come, little Elinka.”
She shouted with her release, his following shortly after, his hot seed filling her, warming her dark depths.
“My sacrificial lamb.”
Bent over the altar, her ass and cunt dripping with his seed and holy anointing oil, Eliska indeed felt like she’d been sacrificed, and knew no matter the penalty, it’d been worth it.
Chapter 11
Petr sat in Cardinal Rossi’s office watching him reading the file detailing the facts of the Cardinal’s trip to the Czech Republic along with the emails from Lukas Kovar and Tomas Charvat of their meeting. Both the prime minister and president of the Czech Republic had told him they’d sent positive reports back to the Vatican and His Holiness.
“So, I see that they gave you a pin. Is it the one on your shoulder?”
“Yes, Your Eminence.”
“A very nice gesture. Your mediation for all these years has been instrumental. I can’t imagine what we would have done without your faithfulness and perseverance in protecting the rights of your people all this time, and yet you were sympathetic and steadfast in your loyalty to the Holy See of Rome. The Pope is very pleased.”
“Thank you. It’s been a labor of love. These people have struggled for most of a century; their stability and growth as a democratic country with a republic constitution is important. And I’ll always be indebted to the Roman Catholic Church for supporting them and letting the local churches keep their money to care for their communities.” Petr meant every word. He’d viewed the Czech Republic as more than a home, and some days, as a pet project, cheering and praying for them diligently.
“You’ve risen through the ranks with this contact and the required negotiations. As a young man, one much younger than most Cardinals in the Apostolic Palace, you have a great chance of meeting your dream of being the Holy Pope someday.”
“Well, I
see my devotion to my homeland as separate from my career and religious aspirations. But I’ll say your words are humbling and encouraging. Thank you, Cardinal.”
Cardinal Rossi nodded. “The honor is all mine. Now, on to other matters. The Pope would like to see you in a different role here, a position more deserving of your education and doctoral degree. He’d like to have you mentor the bishops here in the Vatican City and teach in the Gregorian University.”
“The Pontificia Universita Gregoriana?” Petr sat, he was sure, with his mouth open. Everybody in the Roman Catholic Church dreamed of teaching in this grand university. It is world-renowned and very competitive. “I can’t believe this. I’d be honored.”
“Before the day is done, I’ll let His Holiness know that you’ve accepted. The dean of the Universita will contact you this week to hammer out the details.” Cardinal Rossi stood shaking Petr’s hand. “Good day, Cardinal Novak.” As he sat down, he rubbed his left arm, wincing in pain.
“Cardinal, are you all right?”
He waved off Petr. “Oh yes. Just old age I’m guessing. I must have slept wrong on it.”
Eliska had slept fitfully since their return from Prague. She knew that a decision needed to be made with regard to her relationship with Petr. The love they shared wasn’t something easily tossed aside.
But the guilt could no longer be denied. It consumed her daily.
Will God forgive me? Am I actually committing a sin? Can I stay with a man who is married to the church?
The questions were never-ending. She had convinced herself that she needed one last time with him. One last love making session, one last time to kiss him, stroke him…meld herself into him. Each time seemed more than sex, not just love making but a binding of their souls, tying them together eternally.
There was a light rap on the door; the pattern and strength Petr used when knocking. She opened the door, his tall frame and muscular shoulders filling out the long black cassock, the bright red accents striking.
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