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Papa Emeritus II was one to do whatever he wanted. He wasn't bad at his job, nor did he take advantage of the people below him. Yet he did take advantage of his position, going big on letting loose the second he clocked out from his duties as Papa. He was able to command respect and authority whilst also getting shitfaced at parties in his free time, more often than not resulting in sex.
Before you had met the man formally you’d heard the usual stories of his talents in the bedroom, his dominance apparent through the recounts of those nights. He was an incredibly attractive man, his striking glaring looks did do something to you admittedly, yet you couldn’t find yourself quite feeling the same way hearing the events of his escapades. There was something else that drew you to him, something you couldn’t quite place your finger on yet.
It was when the two of you had finally met that you knew what you wanted from him. He bore the usual reserved enigmatic demeanour as he gently shook your hand, admittedly making you tingle inside. You’d only heard about this supposed ruthless hardhanded Papa, and seen him on stage. Yet when you worked with him he was, although still incredibly stoic, surprisingly polite and gentle. His cryptic way of conducting himself just drew you in closer, wanting to probe past that deadpan glare he always wore. He kept to himself during work hours, only talking to people when necessary, speaking plainly and bluntly, yet never quite bordered on rudeness.
For a while there was supposedly nothing much else to say about him, until one time you were designated to prepare him for a coming mass.
That evening you caught him twiddling with his stick, usual narrow eyes now slightly wider, lost. Almost… Vulnerable. Everyone knew there would be a lot more attending than usual, but surely the menacing Papa Emeritus Secondo wasn’t letting nerves get to him.
He immediately straightened up the second he clocked you in the corner of his green eye, just as piercing as the white. It was then and there you realised that perhaps taking him apart would be possible.
From that day it was hard to stop thinking about him, he continued of course to keep it professional, which you were content with before. Now every time you saw a scowl on his face or him glaring directly into the soul of someone he didn't like, you wanted nothing more than to tear away the scary exterior, and see those doe eyes again staring back at you.
Eventually he noticed your change in presence around him, no longer reciprocating his quiet politeness. Instead you'd grown bolder, more confident in talking to him for longer, even making lighthearted quips and remarks which thankfully he didn't show any annoyance towards.
You felt a pang of pride when he smirked at you for the first time, unfortunately it was nothing you had said to him however. The incident occured in his office, a bishop known for being rude chastising you over a minor mistake you'd made on a form you handed to him.
Before Secondo could even speak, you snapped back at the man, showcasing your snide anger for the first time in front of any of the higher ups. You hadn't intended for Papa to be impressed, even expecting him to kick you out, instead he leaned back in his chair and nodded when the bishop desperately searched his face in this situation.
“I cannot believe you're letting a mere sibling talk to me like this,” he now ignored you entirely after your outburst. Secondo sighed.
“Mere sibling?” He raised a brow. “Let me speak to you plainly. You sound like a jackass.” Both of your heads snapped towards the now glaring man.
“If you're going to whine and complain about something this small, and talk down to our siblings this way, then you're more fragile than I thought. Perhaps I'll have to rethink your role.” You almost wanted to scoff a laugh, bewildered by this turn of events. The bishop was stumbling for words.
“I apologise, Papa-”
“No.” He interjected. “Apologise to them.” Both men turned towards you, quickly trying to mask the satisfaction on your face.
The bishop mumbled his next apology, now kindly taking the forms from you. He left in a hurry when you simply refused to respond, Papa tutting at the pathetic display.
“Are you really going to fire him?” You now allowed your wide smile to show, Secondo shrugged.
“It's tempting. Although many are like him, ignoring our values for the sake of power.”
“Power can be tempting…” you spoke in a low tone, not intending for Papa to hear you.
“Is power something you desire?” He inquired, his tone matching your usual playful one this time. Surprised with his response, you took a chance, taking a step towards his desk. Your eyes darkened as they searched his.
“That’s something you'll have to find out.” He was momentarily taken aback, before looking amused again.
“Oh yes? What do you propose?”
His usual harsh stare was not apparent on his face tonight, wide eyes accompanying his uncharacteristically smudged makeup as your grasp on his wrists grew tighter.
He wasn’t easy to pin down onto the mattress, he'd clearly intended to overpower you as he shoved his tongue deeper into your mouth, gearing you towards the bed. The look on his face as you grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him down, mouth slightly agape as you pressed down on his chest, was all too satisfying.
Straddling his hips, you rocked against him gently as you kissed him with more force than he had initially. His deep sigh as he tried to thrust up into you was suddenly cut off when you held him down, forcefully. You were unable to hold back a smile when you could feel his throat vibrate in a grumble, knowing you were winning this fight.
He was clearly not one to submit willingly, still protesting by trying to break free from your grasp, which is how your hands ended up at his wrists, your legs now holding his hips down. You relished in the fact that the more he tried, the worse he made it for himself.
You caught his eyes momentarily squeezing shut as you leaned down towards his neck, he didn’t resist when you nipped lightly, and almost let slip a shaky breath when you trailed your tongue to his throat. As you sucked him lightly, finally he wanted answers for this.
“What do you think you’re doing?” His voice came out more quavery than he would have liked. You couldn’t feign an innocent look, your smirk now very evident.
“I believe you invited me over tonight,” you murmured into the front of his neck.
He plainly stared back, most likely thinking of what to say, and not knowing how to phrase it. You decided to make it harder for him, your gentle licks now turning into harsh sucking and biting, he hissed through his teeth as you left a beautiful trail of red along his neck. It was hard to hold back when you felt his hard length growing under you, deliciously pressing against your entrance through the fabric.
Holding back your own moan, you decided to rut against him harder, hoping he’d let out a pathetic whimper. He was resilient, not even letting out a gasp as his eyes once again clenched shut. You tutted at him, licking a trail up until your mouth reached his ear.
“You’re not used to this, are you?” your voice echoed in his ear as you stubbornly grinded against him faster.
Opening his mouth to respond was a big mistake, the sudden surge in pleasure finally eliciting a breathless moan from him. Your devilish smile turned into a cocky chuckle at the sound, knowing he was losing himself.
“But I think you’re enjoying this, Papa,” you breathed, knowing he wouldn’t be able to deny how hard he was. He turned his head away, trying to avoid eye contact now, determined to stifle his noises. That simply would not do. You grasped his wrists above his head with now one hand, the other reaching in to undo his zipper. “I think you’re too prideful to submit yourself willingly,” your hand reached in, grazing the head of his cock painfully lightly, “I bet you’ve wanted someone to finally have you.”
With that he couldn’t hold it in, letting out a deep growl as he suddenly jolted into your hand. Your legs still pinned him down however, painfully reminding him he would only take what was given. His sounds turned desperate as he continued to try. It took a few more attempts and light touches before he gave you exactly what you wanted.
“Please.” He huffed out a shaky breath, his voice was laced in a mix of frustration and desperation. Your thumb glided to trace his slit, feeling him try to rut up into you again.
“What are you begging for, Papa?” Something about using his title whilst making him beg pathetically clearly drove him insane. After a few more involuntary gasps, he steadied his voice.
“Ride my cock.” His last attempt of being commanding slipped out. You almost chuckled again, at his assumption that tonight was going to be that easy for him. He was used to people unable to resist giving him what he wanted, clearly.
Your hand rubbed down his thick shaft, now squeezing lightly. Admittedly burying him deep inside of you would be a very enjoyable experience, but you had other ideas for him tonight.
He let out his loudest groan of disapproval when you took your hand away from his cock after only a few strokes, muttering a curse knowing there was no stopping you. You feigned a look of sympathy, incredibly satisfied with his pleading eyes.
“Are you going to be good for me now, and let me pleasure you?” Squeezing his wrists suggestively so he knew what you were implying. After a few moments, he nodded. You smiled and placed a kiss on his temple before letting go.
“Don’t make me have to restrain you again,” you warned. It was hard to not let your triumphance show when he kept his hands still for you.
You worked your way down, unbuttoning his clothes to unveil his soft body, humming in delight at the sight of him. Your hands traced through the dense hairs on his chest and stomach lightly, missing the look he gave you as you gazed at his body in adoration. You could feel his heart race when you placed more tender kisses on the older man's beautiful body.
He had to painfully resist holding your head down as you sucked more harsh bruises into his chest. You spent an agonisingly long time tracing your mouth down his stomach, lips worshipping every inch of his skin, hitching whenever you decided to leave another deep red mark.
After some time of hearing him try to muffle his growls of protest when your mouth trailed upwards again, you yourself were impatient to get to where the fabric was painfully straining. Without warning you uncovered his leaking hard cock, desperately throbbing for attention. You could hear his huffing and panting when your gaze lingering longer than intended. Biting your lip, he was just intoxicating to look at.
Your tongue resumed where your fingers had left off, tracing all the way up to the tip, swirling his beads of precum. He gasped harshly, it took every fibre of his being to remain still, and let you do as you pleased. His hands covered his face when you swallowed around his head, your teasing continuing to test his patience.
You alternated between running your tongue along his length and balls, and biting into his thighs for a while, his choked breathing growing more intense and loud. When you noticed he was about to speak up and beg, you devilishly bit down harder, his head threw back into the pillows.
You crawled up to him again, giving him almost no time to react before sliding two fingers into his mouth. He swallowed them down, hungrily, swirling his tongue around your digits, putting on a surprisingly good show. The feeling of him flicking his tongue between your fingers made you throb.
His gaze met yours again as you fucked your fingers as far back into his throat as possible, pleased with the lack of gag reflex. He had that familiar, intense look in his eyes again, despite how much they had widened. You sighed at the ridiculously hot sight before you.
He kept quiet when you removed them suddenly, probably assuming you were just trying to shut him up. You took a short moment to appreciate the sight of him; his bewildered face, the incredibly smudged makeup, his beautiful plush body intensely breathing in and out, you were satisfied enough with just this alone. The scary intimidating Papa Emeritus was entirely at your mercy. The poor thing deserved release, eyes trailing down to his needy cock.
This time you immediately swallowed him all the way down, relaxing your throat as much as you could. His hand flew to your head immediately, his gasp the highest it has been. He was disobeying now, you had a feeling deepthroating him would elicit that. It was no matter that he was currently making you choke on his fat cock until it brought tears to your eyes, knowing already how to remedy his behaviour.
After taking a moment to breathe you swallowed him back down, fingers clawing into his sides this time so he'd heed your warning. His hips only shifted as you sucked him off, bobbing your head slowly, as hard as it was to resist letting him fuck your face until he came hard down your throat. It was time before your fingers dried out.
Trusting him to be good, your hands released him, and started to gently massage his thighs, and not wanting to waste anymore time, they made their way down to his ass rather quickly. You didn't complain when he bucked his hips this time, as it was to gladly give you better access, which made your lips curve into a smile around his girth. Grabbing his cheeks, he gasped when he realised you were spreading him, and with little resistance your slick digits rubbed over his entrance.
“Cazzo! Fucking hell…” His words dissolved into a prolonged moan, muscles clenching in anticipation as your fingers teased his hole. His reactions drew a buzzing feeling in your chest, knowing you'd chosen right tonight.
The room was filled with very heavy breathing as your finger slowly breached his entrance, his head snapped up to look at you, witnessing his cock deep inside the wet heat that was your mouth as you gently fingered him. You used your other hand to sooth him as his thighs tensed, eventually pushing your finger all the way inside. His hands clenched at the sheets, pupils blown in shock as he held back a whimper. You pulled off his cock and gently kissed the tip, finding keeping up with both tasks rather difficult. “Is this alright?”
“Si…” He panted out, no amount of defiance left in his voice. The feeling of you fingering him whilst pressing light kisses to his cock was ecstasy, easing in and out of him slowly.
He almost cried out when you started to add the second finger. His breath became harsher, you were prepared to be gentle again until he urged you, “cazzo… Fuck me, per favore.”
You had to take a moment to realise you'd successfully taken apart one of the most powerful and intimidating members of the clergy, now looking up at the extremely dishevelled, submissive state he was in.
He started to falter as you pressed harder inside him, moans now more evident. You allowed him to thrust himself back onto your digits, enjoying how he clenched around you, trembling. Eventually, after some time of massaging your fingers inside him, you had to pull out sensing he was on the brink. Your hand snapped to clasped over his mouth to stop his protests, letting him know you weren’t done with him yet.
He rushed up to get what was necessary at your command. Taking the opportunity to undress yourself, you admired his tall slender frame, sighing in contentment when your eyes trailed down to his ass. You’d definitely made the right choice deciding to fuck into him.
Unsurprisingly he found what was needed fast, turning back to face your now completely naked body. You froze up momentarily, a sudden wave of self consciousness freezing over you. You’d just bared yourself to the Satanic Pope, you hadn't even thought about that.
So many what ifs and worst case scenarios clouded your conscience, you resisted, trying desperately to snap out of it. Then amongst the fog, he was right in front of you, cupping your face gently.
“You look divine…” He murmured as he pressed the lube into your hand, that was the first time you allowed yourself to visibly be affected by him, clutching the back of his neck and pulling him down into a deep kiss. His hand trailed your back as your bodies pressed together, his hard cock rubbing against your bare stomach was unfairly pleasurable on its own. After a few moments you pulled away, demanding him to get into position.
You took a minute to prepare yourself as he bared his ass to you, perhaps choosing a position that would hide his reactions. It was hard to complain when he looked so pretty.
Noticing his breathing was more shallow than usual, your now lubed up hands gently massaged his ass. He let out a needy sound as your slick fingers drew closer to his hole again. Your body draped over him as you stroked your own cock, making sure it was as wet as possible for him. He shivered as you pressed light kisses to his spine.
“You’re in good hands, Papa,” you gently reassured him, in case he was actually nervous. You weren’t actually sure if he’d ever been taken like this, in every story you’d heard he was always the one fucking his cock into someone else, it was thrilling to know that it was very possible that you were the first to see him like this.
He gasped sharply as your two fingers slid easily inside of him again, now hitting him deeper from the new angle. This time it was easier to add a third finger, stretching him nicely for what was to come next. This new view made you all the more desperate to see him come undone.
Suddenly he rasped out a “fuck!” At one particular movement. You smirked, continuing to hit him “right there…”. Just the mere sight alone from making Papa Secondo writhe below you as you fucked his prostate over and over made you have to bite back a moan. It was tempting to reach out and use your other slick hand to grab his now neglected cock, and bring him to a new realm of pleasure, alas you couldn’t risk him coming just yet.
“Are you ready?” You instead focussed on making sure burying yourself deep inside him would be pleasurable. He didn’t say anything in return, opting to back up into you more, his eagerness completely transparent now.
You gave his ass one more gentle kiss before removing your fingers, and slowly inserting the head of your cock inside of him. He let out a loud and satisfying gasp, urging you desperately to keep going. You continued to be slow, despite his overzealousness, giving him time to adjust. His knuckles were white from how hard he was clinging onto the sheet, in contrast to his completely flush body.
Eventually after some time of gently rolling your hips in and out, you were completely buried inside of him, caressing his chest when he continued to breathe through it harshly. He was quickly needy when you stilled your hips, having to grab his waist to stop him from rutting himself into you, to his frustration.
“Please, move…” He was panting, as cruel as you wanted to be, he had been very compliant with your teasing. After a few more very long seconds, you gave a small experimental thrust. His deep groan urged you to do it again, and again.
He buried his head into the pillows as you fucked him harder, now unable to keep himself quiet. It was hard to be gentle when he made such beautiful sounds, however he took everything you gave him so willingly, his body melting beneath you.
He finally gave you that delicious whine you’d been waiting for at one roll of your hips, and you lost control from there, shoving him down entirely into the mattress and pounding into him like your life depended on it. After the initial surprise he took you so well, arching his back into you so you’d continue hitting that same spot.
“F-fuck… Fuck…” He sputtered, “I’m so close…” You noticed as you pounded him the friction between his cock and the mattress, at this point you were desperate to see him cum by your hand. Without warning you grabbed his aching length, losing yourself in the delicious growls you elicited from him, and roughly stroked him at the same pace you fucked your cock into him.
“Come for me Papa,” you husked into his ear. So obediently, his breath hitched, before letting out a strangled moan, releasing himself into your hand. You continued to fuck him through it, slowing yourself gradually as his body became incredibly sensitive.
Eventually he collapsed, falling and melting into the mattress. You rubbed his back gently, and murmured words of praise as he steadied his breath.
After a few minutes he brought himself to look back up at you, stunned. His hand reached out to cup your face, before you could ask if he was alright he slid his fingers through your hair and brought you forward into a kiss. You kissed him harsher than he intended, your core still throbbing.
He seemed to have gained his confidence back, now pressing you into the mattress. He traced his hand down to your thigh, squeezing lightly, which alone caused you to groan. “May I?” He breathed out softly, still spent from how hard you pounded into him.
“Please…” You let your desperation take over all the authority in your voice, he kissed you one last time before trailing his tongue down your body, squeezing your hips and ass along the way.
Inhaling sharply when he reached your nipples, you knew you wouldn’t last long now, already desperately aroused from before. He returned the red marks you had given him before, humming in satisfaction as your breath hitched in response. However he made his way down where you needed him much quicker than you had, perhaps desperate himself.
To your surprise he grabbed you by the legs, and pulled you until you were exposed to him on the edge of the bed. You let him, desperate for your own release. He sank to his knees in front of you and wrapped your legs around him, you felt his hot breath over your sex, writhing in anticipation.
At last he licked a stripe from your entrance, moaning when your hands flew straight to his head. He pulled you closer, craving more of your taste, rubbing your thighs as you moaned frantically.
One particular flick of the tongue and you were shamelessly grinding against him as he tasted you, hungrily swallowing you down which made your head fuzzy. “Please… Just like that,” he did not let up, your moans higher and higher as you reached your climax. You were losing your mind, his talented tongue and small grunts were just too good.
“Fuck, Papa!” Your moans were incredibly heavy as he sucked, his tongue perfectly flicking against you still, with that you were gone. Your breath cut off as you released into his mouth, waves of pleasure ripping through you until you saw white. He growled into you, licking up every drop of your release like a starved man. By the time you came back to reality again he crawled next to you, kissing you harshly. You moaned tasting yourself on him, pulling him as deep as you could, wanting to savour him as much as possible.
Eventually the room was filled with heavy panting, the pair of you recovering from what just transpired. Your breaths started to slow down, his soft body pressing against yours tenderly as he wrapped his arms around you. You melted into him, feeling completely spent.
“How was that, Papa?” You decided to break the silence after around 5 minutes of cuddling. He didn’t say anything for a few moments.
“You weren't kidding about wanting power. You are full of surprises, caro.” He spoke as monotonously as he could, still breathless. You chuckled.
“That doesn’t answer my question.” You smiled, knowing he was too proud to admit he enjoyed it. He sighed.
“It most certainly wasn’t a bad surprise,” he mumbled.
“You know it's alright to admit you liked it.” He rolled his eyes at your teasing tone.
“I'm not necessarily embarrassed. No one has ever taken me like that before. They find me too intimidating most likely,” he huffed a small laugh, “it was hard to know what to think when you just did it, without fear of how I'd possibly react.”
“Your reactions were very cute.” You kissed his cheek, noticing how hot it felt. Sadly his paints were not smudged enough for you to peak at his blushing cheeks. “Is it something you'd like to do again?”
He pulled you in closer, allowing your head to rest on his chest. “Yes…” He spoke above a whisper, “don't expect me to make it easy, however.”
“Good, the challenge is the best part.” You found it easy to drift off into a peaceful slumber, thinking of the fun you were going to have with him.