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You hummed to yourself as you carried out your cleaning duties. It was late, the chapel lit only by the candles around the altar and at the edges of the pews.

Taking a last lap around the pews you decided you were satisfied with your work, beginning the task of snuffing out all the candles.

You felt a flutter in your chest - knowing your last task was almost complete for the day.

Papa was coming back from the tour tomorrow. You just had to endure one more sleep before you could spend your nights curled up with him again.

But in the time he was away he made sure his presence wasn’t too badly missed, the remote controlled toy he had left you had been buzzing away at a low level all evening. Occasionally it would spring to life - his way of letting you know he was thinking of you.

Before he left you told him you had no expectations of him when he headed off on tour. You’d been around long enough to see how exhausting it was on Terzo and then Copia.

Perpetua was completely new to this, the last thing you wanted to do was further tire him by demanding he keeps in touch with you while he was gone.

He had insisted, however, on leaving a present for you.

After the emotional morning seeing him off from the ministry, you had returned to your room to find a box on your pillow.

The small toy piqued your curiosity, and within hours of his leaving, he had hounded you with texts, guiding you in setting the thing up to connect with his phone, even making sure it worked. In fact, he made sure of that quite a few times.

The idea was nice. But in practice, he didn’t get much opportunity to utilize it.

When he wanted you, he would instruct you to keep the toy in and wait. On many nights he had sent you the instruction, only to fall asleep as soon as he returned to the tour bus.

You didn’t mind. You were worried about him, if he was looking after himself. He only had time for quick phone calls before he fell asleep exhausted, often falling asleep before even hanging up.

But there had been a few nights he managed to stay awake to torment you, listening to your mewling on the other end of the phone as he drove you to the edge of climax over and over. Only to cut the sensations dead at the last possible moment, leaving you reeling. He would have you begging, your bedsheets a mess, damp with sweat before he would finally let you orgasm. On those nights, you were the one to fall asleep first.

You were surprised when he had text you instructions to wear it today, sure that he would have been content to wait until his return tomorrow.

As you began snuffing out the candles, making your way from pew to pew, you noticed the toys intensity creeping up. You smirked, shaking your head. He could be so impatient when the mood struck him.

You decided you would wait until you were back in your room to text him, to let him know he was getting you hot and bothered.

You were relieved that you were alone, as the intensity crept up, your breaths becoming heavier.

Finished with the candles in the pews, you rounded the altar. The pulsing of the toy was growing uncomfortable - but not unpleasant, not by a long shot.

You stifled a moan, trying to adjust your legs so the toy would sit against a less sensitive spot of your core.

You internally cursed the number of candles around the altar, carefully snuffing them out so as to not risk disturbing the flower arrangements surrounding them.

“Fuck. Papa.” You groaned to the empty chapel in front of you, as the pulses increased in intensity, becoming too strong to ignore, the tension in your core quickly overwhelming you.

All you had to do was blow out the last candle and get back to your room. Surely he could give you enough time to do that?

Clenching your teeth you clutched the edge of the altar, writhing as you approached your climax. He would tease, but he was never usually this relentless, the toy running on what you were sure must have been its highest setting.

Grasping at the pocket of your jacket you scrambled to take out your phone, holding back moans as you opened up your contacts. You were cut short on trying to find his number as the vibrations grew stronger again, the phone falling from your hand with a thud against the altar.

Strangling a cry you almost doubled over.

“Not here, you motherfucker.” You whined out. He was doing this on purpose, all those texts earlier in the day asking you about your schedule for the evening. You should have known better.

Still he persisted, not lowering the intensity. Leaning on your elbows you pressed your hand to your mouth, whimpering as you finally felt your orgasm wash over you. Slumping over the altar you whined, legs squirming as the highs of your pleasure gave way to over stimulation.

And then it stopped, the vibrator going dead. You let out a sigh of relief, practically lying face first across the altar, trying to catch your breath in case anyone wandered into the chapel and seen you in such a state.

From the sacristy doorway behind you, you heard slow clapping and footsteps on the tile. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, blood running cold.

Before you could right yourself and turn around to see who had seen you, you found yourself trapped, pressed against the altar, with his arms caging you in.

“Bravo. Quite a display, amore.”

“Papa? You’re- you’re back?” You gasped out, feeling sweat beading on your forehead.

“Mmm, caught an earlier flight. How could I stay away any longer?” he drawled, his hands grasping at your waist, pulling you back towards him. You could feel how hard he was already. In spite of how he had been teasing you remotely all evening, you felt a rush of excitement, impatient to get him back to his bedroom.

“Let’s go back to your room, Papa, you must be exhausted.”

“Not yet, amore,” he muttered, his voice rough as he rutted against you, “I think I have enough energy for one more performance.”

“Here?!” You whispered urgently. The tour must have done wonders for his confidence. Mere months ago he would never have entertained the risk of someone catching you in the act.

“Anywhere, love.”

He made quick work of bunching up your habit, pulling your underwear to the side with one hand while he unlaced his trousers with the other.

“Mmpf. Fuck.” You whimpered as he pulled on the end of the toy, sliding it out of you. Looking back, you raised your brow disapprovingly as he shoved it right into his blazer pocket.

“Shhh.” he murmured, pressing you over the altar again so you were forced to stand on your toes, while he rubbed his length against you tortuously slowly, coating himself with your slick.

“Mmm. I’m so very glad I bought this. Look at you amore, all primed and ready.”

You couldn’t hold back your whine as he sank himself into you. He stilled for what felt like an eternity, savouring the feeling of being buried within your warmth.

Unable to wait anymore, you whispered, “Papa?”

With a last smouldering look at you, he licked the tip of his gloved finger and thumb, reaching over you to snuff out the single remaining candle, plunging you both into near darkness, illuminated only by the dull moonlight hitting the stained glass.

You could sense he was holding back as he thrust slowly into you, his hands wandering over your body, unable to settle on one place to caress.

Between your whimpers, you twisted your head to look at him.

“So uncivilised Papa, you didn’t even greet me with a kiss.”

He laughed, “Why would I? You called me a motherfucker.” In mock punishment, he began thrusting harder, one hand moving to press your head against the cold marble, his fingers prying your lips apart.

You gladly wrapped your lips around the leather, anything to quell your moaning.

“You’ll get your kiss.” He rasped, a feverish look in his eyes, “You’ll get everything you want.”

You couldn’t hold back your mewling as he thrust into you with fervour, losing his self restraint as his shallow breaths gave way to grunts and muttered curses.

Your knuckles were white as you clung to the marble, letting out a sob as you squeezed your eyes shut, seeing stars. Each thrust had your legs spasming, as he buried himself in you with reckless abandon.

“That’s it, that’s it.” He growled, the hand on your waist becoming bruising as you come undone again, your cunt pulsing around him.

He was close, you knew. You whined as he removed his fingers from your mouth, gripping your shoulder to pull you against him. His thrusts became disjointed, his voice harsh as he cursed under his breath.

“Cazzo. Amore, I am taking you on the next leg of the tour.”

“Mmhm.” You moaned, your mind practically blank, after your second orgasm, your body limp across the altar.

“I will not be deprived of you again.” he snarled, his body shuddering. You both moaned in unison, an unholy harmony ringing through the chapel as he came, his warmth filling you for the first time in months.

He stilled for a moment, leaning over you as he caught his breath. You felt his cock softening slightly as he pulled out, a smile creeping across your lips as you heard his contented sigh.

Letting your skirt fall back around your legs he deftly spun you around to face him, lifting you to sit atop the altar.

Your foreheads rested against each other’s, the air filled with your raspy breaths. Seeing the exhaustion in his eyes seemed to make reality set in for you. He was back.

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him close.

“Hello Papa.”

Smirking, he let out a soft huff, before leaning in to kiss you. He was gentle now, savouring it as he pressed himself tighter to you. Your tongues languidly lapped at each other’s lips, the kiss only broken to gasp for air, your giggles becoming harder to suppress as you became more and more elated at his return.

He pulled back, moving to gently caress your cheek.

“I’m grateful for such a warm welcome, my love.” He chuckled.

You felt your heart soften - he looked so exhausted.

“You need to go to bed Papa, you’ve earned it.” you cooed, smirking at him.

“Mmm,” he nodded, trying to suppress a yawn as he stepped away, “you’re coming with me, yes?”

You grinned waving your hand at him, ushering him to go.