06 - Camilla Coppola
Camilla Coppola
At that moment, when I saw the Bishop entering my room without his priestly robes, I knew he wasn’t there as a messenger from God but as the man I had wronged. Just like the devil tempted Christ in the desert.
I felt even more ashamed for making this divine man commit the sin of fornication, especially with a girl already promised to another man.
“Look at me and tell me what happened!” I sighed, feeling his hand touch mine.
I was still feeling embarrassed for doing this with him, knowing how dangerous it was for him to be here with me and surely seeing me with swollen eyes and a neck full of bruises.
“There’s a constant struggle inside me, little devil!” he began to say.
I glanced up when I heard the nickname he gave me and saw the hint of a smile forming, but when his eyes fell, his hand went to my chin and lifted it. I knew he would see the marks Oleg had left on my neck.
“It’s okay…” I said, getting up from the bed.
At that moment, I just wanted to run away from him. I didn’t want to talk about my tormentor; I knew well that Russian would make me pay for the scene I caused today, just like my father, who would not forgive the shame I brought upon our family.
I walked to the window and started looking out at the street below, at the many people free from the constraints of the life I was born into. I kept the curtains closed; today, I didn’t need to be photographed with a man in my room.
“Camilla…” The Bishop called my name and approached me.
His scent was like a spark that ignited the desire that was somewhat controlled within me. I tried not to break down in tears as I felt his chest touch my back, along with something else touching the base of my spine.
“It’s wrong to put your life at risk, Bishop…” I said, my chin trembling with the desire to cry. “I think it’s best if you leave!”
But to my surprise, a pair of hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me against his chest.
“I have no idea what happened to you, but I apologize for leaving you alone there. I should have been more careful and kept you by your sister’s side!” he said in a calm voice, though I could sense a hint of guilt.
“You’re not at fault for anything, Bishop…” He turned me to face him and gently lifted my face.
“Today, I am just your Benjamin, just as you are my Camilla!” I saw a different sparkle in his eyes. “Tell me what happened and why your neck is marked where I kissed you earlier?”
His hands glided over my skin with tenderness. I could feel the lightness with which his fingers caressed me, and he was surely taking in the bruises that had begun to appear on my skin.
“I was arrogant and pushed his hand away from between my thighs, then threatened him when he said he’d have me as a snack for his soldiers…” I saw a proud look appear on his lips.
“I’m proud to know that even in a moment of danger, you didn’t bow your head,” he said, bringing his lips closer slowly.
I saw in his gaze a request and his care to see if I still desired him as I had earlier.
“I was commanded, but that doesn’t mean my body doesn’t react when it touches yours, and what a sin you are, my little devil. I spent the whole day battling a stubborn erection that kept appearing every time I thought of you,” Benjamin whispered close to my lips.
“I’m sorry…” I began to say, but I was overtaken by a kiss that started slow.
Benjamin began to test what he could do with me, starting by sucking on my lower lip and seeming to enjoy what he was doing. I felt his hands moving towards the cord that was tying my robe, and I remembered that underneath, there was nothing left.
“Are you sure? If we take off our clothes, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop…” he murmured, lowering his lips to my neck.
“I don’t want to give my purity to that man!” I declared.
“Then let’s prepare you!” he said, and my heart raced.
“Wh-what do you mean?” I stuttered as I felt my robe fall to the floor.
Benjamin took two steps back, and I saw desire practically leaping from his eyes. The arousal was so intense that my nipples began to harden, and I started feeling my vagina becoming increasingly wet.
“Where did that demon’s envoy touch you?” he asked.
But in his gaze, I saw something more than curiosity, something like fury at the thought of me being touched by hands that did not belong to him.
I was surprised to find that I felt no shame as he looked at my naked body in front of him, as if he already knew it.
I raised my hands to my neck and touched where he had pressed hard. I closed my eyes, then lowered my hands to touch my left breast. Even though that touch hadn’t been intentional, I became rigid with fear that he would press my breast. I took a deep breath and moved my hand down to the inner part of my thigh, the place where I had felt the most disgust from him.
“I can’t promise you that he’ll never touch you again!” Benjamin said. “But I’ll show you how it would be different.”
“I just wish it were different, or even that death would come and spare me from this hell!” I said, opening my eyes.
I was silenced when I saw Benjamin, clad only in black boxer briefs, with a massive erection straining against the fabric, trying to break free to sin.
“Is this the kind of sin you’re engaging in, Bishop…”
“Are you sure you’re just a divine man?” I asked, looking at his sculpted body.
There wasn’t an ounce of fat out of place on him. His body was magnificent, as if he spent hours each day working out. It reminded me of my soldier, who has an enviable and well-defined physique.
“Believe me, you are the first woman with whom I’ll break my vows!” he said with a cheeky grin.
“I hope I’m the only one!” It wouldn’t hurt to hope he might give up the priesthood to be with me.
But with my luck, we might both end up dead in some dungeon of the Holy See, where members of the Vatican high command keep those who cause trouble and shame them with great scandals.
“You’re beautiful, my little devil!” Benjamin said, closing the distance.
“I’m glad you think so!” I replied nervously.
I saw his smile, and with affection, he pulled me in for another kiss, which started slow and soon left me breathless. Testing our limits, I pushed my tongue into his mouth and let him lead me into the same abyss that I would be leading him into.
Gently, he guided me to the bed, treating me with the same tenderness since he entered my room. He laid me down on the bed, one hand holding my body and the other holding my face, never letting go.
“You are my most sublime sin…” he said, kissing my chin, and I arched my back as I felt him descending down my neck.
“Should I ask for forgiveness?” I asked.
“No…” I opened my eyes as his tongue began to glide across my skin, playing with my earlobe. I heard him grinding his teeth. “I hate knowing that man touched you without permission.”
“In the life I lead, it’s more common than I’d like to admit,” I said, touching my breasts that felt like they were on fire.
“Maybe I can help you free yourself from this, but I’ll only talk about it after I quell the desire I’m feeling.” I smiled at the possibility of gaining my freedom.
When his mouth enveloped my breast, I let out a loud moan, and his laughter comforted me, making me feel more at ease with what we were doing. I closed my eyes, savoring his touch, which soon became even more erotic as his mouth began to move down between my legs.
May God forgive me, but this Bishop is a deviant. He parted my folds and licked me as if I were an ice cream, ensuring nothing dripped from me. At times, I heard him moaning with either pain or sheer impatience to bury himself inside me.
My breathing started to speed up, and I felt my whole body shaking. There was a pressure inside me that was about to be released.
"Ben..." I moaned with desire.
“That's it, darling, come in my mouth!” he urged, and I tried to close my legs to stave off the orgasm.
However, he was stronger, and with his hands, he kept me completely open. His tongue moved from my anus to my clitoris, which pulsed, craving more from the man who was driving me to madness.
I could no longer control the pleasure overtaking me. I arched my back, letting the explosion of an orgasm lift me to a state of euphoria. I was panting, barely able to hear what he was saying, and I couldn’t open my eyes to see what my bishop was doing to me.
“You’re as sweet as I imagined you would be!” I lifted my head and saw his mouth and beard wet with the orgasm I had just experienced.
“I want more…” I said, still exhausted from the orgasm I’d had.
Benjamin smiled, and I noticed he was already out of his underwear, surely having removed it while giving me an orgasm. I started to drag my body to the center of the bed to make space for him to climb on top of me.
“Why don’t you remove the quilt from the bed? I don’t think you want to leave evidence of your virginity on your blanket.” I considered his suggestion.
“I think you’re right!” With that, I got up, we removed the quilt, and I returned to the bed with him settling on top of me.
I tried not to think about the pain I would feel, given the size of his penis, I was about to be impaled.
“You’re such a waste of a man…” I said, my cheeks flushing.
“Why?” His question came just as he began to kiss my neck.
“You’re so deliciously…” I gasped as I felt his intrusion.
“A tight little pussy…” I heard him say as I clung to his arms, feeling him inside me. “The most delicious sin I’ve ever had the pleasure of committing.”
I closed my eyes and allowed him to take me from hell to the gates of heaven.