Papa Emeritus III x Reader [Short Story]

~"First Encounter" part.3 ♡

|So, here we go. As promised, here you have the third and closing chapter of the story. As much as I hated it at the beginning, now I think this is my best work so far. Bold of my part to say that, eh.

Also, this is very explicit... so, yeah. Hope you'll enjoy it.|

I swallowed hard as chills ran down my spine.

He got even closer, brushing delicately his parted lips on my cheek. His breath hot on my sensitive skin. His hand applied more pressure on that aroused spot from upon my pants and my lips parted, an accidental moan escaping them.

"Hear, hear... You're already purring like a kitten, and I've barely touched you." He whispered in a mocking tone, moving his other hand from my chin to my neck, wrapping around it.

"Say you want it and I'll make you mine", he muttered, gazing directly into my eyes, "just say it, little girl...", his voice a faint whisper upon my lips as he got closer to peck them.

His other hand in the meantime began to rub over the texture of my pants, making me moan again.

"Papa..."

"Say it."

I looked up at him, lips parted and cheeks turning red. His piercing eyes were fixed in mine.

"...I-I want it." I replied in a moan, unable to break his gaze.

A wicked grin creeped onto his face and in a heartbeat his lips were on mine, taking my mouth with a barely controlled passion that made me gasp.

His tongue easily snaked between my parted lips and into my mouth, wrapping around mine in a heated dance.

The hand previously rested on my crotch slowly slid back up to the waistband of my pants and in one smooth move he shoved it in into my panties. His fingers fiddled with my pubic hair for a moment before squeezing into my folds, already drenched for the arousal.

He moaned soundly into my mouth, squeezing my ass cheek with his other hand.

"You truly are pouring down there."

I whimpered, unable to speak. I had no control over my body nor my mind anymore. I was completely under his spell.

Papa pried his hand off my bottom and brought it to my hair, yanking it a bit. Our eyes met once again. His gaze wandered over my face, resting on my lips for a split second before it locked again onto mine.

"Then, tell me...", he whispered, his lips hovering over mine, a teasing questioning smile on his face, "what do you want me to do, mh?"

His fingers never faltered between my thighs as he watched my face contorting in pleasure.

"Should I keep going?" he whispered again, brushing his mouth along my jaw, causing a loud moan to escape my parted lips, "or... should I stop?"

And as he said that, he abruptly removed his hand from my panties; the sudden absence of touch made me gasp and whimper uncontrollably.

"Oh no no, please!", I whined, tugging at his robe as I reached for him, "Please Papa!"

He laughed deep in his chest as he watched me cling onto him, yearning for his touch. "Oh, look at you... you're so cute."

I whined again, clutching the fabric of his robe into my hands, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

His hand moved back to my face to gently stroke my cheek and I immediately leaned into his touch, my eyes fluttering shut.

"Answer me, darling. What do you want me to do?"