“We agreed,” I pant. “We agreed it wasn’t cheating.” Although the thought of Auden or Saint doing this with Becket is enough to make jealousy smolder in my belly, and how did my life end up like this? One poly relationship nestled inside a bigger one? I would say I don’t know how to feel about it, except Becket’s doing things to my cunt that make all thoughts vanish, so maybe it doesn’t matter.
Maybe it was always supposed to be like this.
“Good,” Becket says, his priest voice gone. Now he’s all rough, licentious man. “And surely no one would object to me ministering to you. Tending to my flock. You came to me in need and now I’m comforting you. Isn’t that right, sweet little saint?” He pulls out and presses against my clit again. “Hmm?”
“Yes,” I say, my eyes sliding closed.
