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"Ah, there you are. Put it down here," Primo said, not looking up from the papers covering his desk. You wordlessly entered his office, a large teacup held carefully in your hands. You stepped towards the desk, removing an empty stained teacup from it's saucer and replacing it with the fresh one you brought it. You peered at Primo and his work as you set the old teacup aside. That was the fourth cup of tea you had brought Primo in the last hour. You had never seen him this distraught.
You had proudly served Papa Emertius the First for many months now. It wasn't a secret to anyone that you were deeply infatuated with Primo. You were happy to be able to assist him every day- even just seeing him brought you joy. But this had never happened before. Even though Primo was no longer the head of Ghost, he still worked on many projects for the Clergy. Most of them seemed to be satisfying for him, but whatever he was working on now was clearly stressing him out.
You bit your lip as you watched him scribble on a spare piece of paper. When you began working under Primo, the other Siblings of Sin advised you to leave him be unless he specifically requested otherwise from you. You were not supposed to speak to him unless you were spoken to. But you were struggling to say nothing while your beloved Papa was suffering under the weight of his project.
You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what you were about to do. You silently sent a prayer to Lucifer, asking for Primo to not hate you for disrupting him. "... Papa?" you asked gently, watching his face for his reaction. He hummed noncommittally, eyes still glued to his pages. Clearly speaking wasn't going to be enough. You needed action.
Before you could doubt yourself anymore, to stepped closer to Primo. You slowly lowered yourself down to your knees, your face level with his knees. The movement must have truly caught his attention, because he finally moved his eyes from his work to you. You felt yourself freeze as his mismatched eyes met yours. His expression was unreadable as he stared at you.
"Yes?" he asked, his voice steady. You gulped, your throat feeling tight. You forced yourself to keep going.
"Papa. Please excuse me if this is too bold but you seem... distressed." He squinted at you as you spoke, as if you were a puzzle he was trying to solve. "As your assistant, I am offering myself to you to... to help relieve your stress. If you would allow me."
Silence hung in the air. It was unbearable. You maintained eye contact with Primo, begging for it to end. If he fired you, you just wanted it to happen so you didn't have to wait for the blade to drop.
Finally, Primo blinked, and nodded. "Do what you will. Just do not get in the way of my writing." And with that, he went back to his note-taking. You didn't move. Your head felt like it was spinning. He said... yes? Even though he wasn't stopping his work, he at least had given you permission to help. You smiled to yourself, feeling like you had been given a prize.
You moved between Primo's legs, careful to not bump his arms while he looked through his papers. Your fit nicely under his desk, and his crotch was level with your face. You felt your mouth start to water. You had wanted Primo so badly for so long, and all you had to do this entire time was ask? You decided not to question your fortune, and to simple focus on what was in front of you.
Gently, you reached forward to feel Primo's bulge in his pants. He didn't even flinch as you slowly started to rub his crotch. It took so much self control to take it slow when you wanted him so badly, but you knew your Papa needed you to take care of him.
You felt him hardening under your hand. You were a little surprised to see that he even could get hard so easily at his age. You considered it one of the greatest Satanic blessings, realizing you would actually get to taste his hard cock.
You seemed to lose track of time, mesmerized by Primo's growing bulge. You were snapped out of your daze by the sound of rustling papers from above. Timid, you risked a glance up towards Primo. He seemed unbothered, completely unaffected. If someone walked by, they would have no idea that he was rock hard.
And then the idea of someone walking in, someone seeing him while his cock was in your mouth, hit you. You shoved a hand over your mouth to force down the groan you felt coming up. Imagining something so filthy was turning you on and you were both still fully dressed. You took a moment, taking deep breaths to calm yourself down before finally moving to undo his pants.
You moved slowly, again heeding his warning about disturbing his work. Finally, you pulled his cock out, feeling the weight of it in your hand. It was thick, you were barely able to wrap your hand all the way around him. You leaned forward, tentatively pressing your lips to his tip. You looked up again. There was no obvious reaction from Primo. You hummed to yourself, and pushed onward.
You licked the tip with the flat plane of your tongue. You couldn't stop yourself from moaning as you tasted his precum. It felt like an unholy communion, kneeling before your Papa and drinking from him. You allowed your lust to take over, taking more and more of his cock into your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks to accommodate his size, gently sucking as you bobbed your head back and forth. You let your eyes fall closed as you lost yourself in the pleasure of him. Time lost all meaning. All you knew was his cock in your mouth.
Suddenly, there was a hand in your hair, pulling your mouth off with a pop. You looked up at Primo with glazed eyes, spit and precum dripping from your lips. You could feel the front of your ceremonial uniform damped with it. Primo's eyes met yours, a small smile on his lips. "Pardon the interruption, you are doing wonderful work down there. However, you were moaning quite loudly just now. Please, keep it down so I may continue my work."
You blinked slowly, processing Primo's words. "Yes, Papa," you said, dazed. He seemed more relaxed. You were helping.
Primo hummed. "You have wanted this for quite awhile, haven't you?" he asked. You nodded dumbly. There was no point in hiding it anymore, it was obvious how much you were loving the taste of his cock. Your own arousal ached between your legs, but nothing was more important to you than your beloved Papa's pleasure. Primo chuckled. "Well then, I won't hold you back anymore. Continue, please."
With his permission, you wrapped your mouth around his cock once more. This time, you forced yourself to stay in the moment, doing your best to stay quiet as you slid up and down Primo's cock. He tasted so good, just like you had always hoped. You took a deep breath through your nose, forcing yourself to take even more. Your nose brushed against his pelvis, and you felt his cock deep inside your throat. You groaned, eyes rolling back into your skull, reveling in the feeling of being so full of your Papa.
You pulled all the way out, leaving just the tip resting on your tongue, before plunging back in. It felt so good to have so much of him inside of you, to be completely overloaded with his taste, his smell, his body. You gripped his thighs as you deep-throated him once more. Distantly, you remembered you were supposed to not disturb him, and moved to remove your hands. Before you could get far, you felt Primo's grip in your hair tighten. You glanced up and saw him looking at you once more, his bottom lip between his teeth.
His hips jerked, pushing his cock deep into the back of your throat. You couldn't help but gag as he did. He pulled you back again, off his cock. "My apologies, dear," he said, his voice low. "You have one hell of a mouth on you. I very much want to fuck your tight throat. Can you handle that?"
"Yes, Papa, yes," you replied, unable to hide your desperation. "Please," you added, your voice hoarse. He chuckled. You couldn't find it in yourself to feel shame at all. You wanted him more than anything.
"Good, good," he said. "Be good and take it all, won't you?" With that, he shoved his cock back into your throat, forcing it deep once more. He held your hair tight while he thrust his hips, keep a brutal pace. It was on the brink of being too much for you, but you were drowning in pleasure, drowning in Primo's attention. You wouldn't stop him now. Not when you felt his cock swelling on your tongue, not when you could taste his precum so deliciously down your throat.
Primo whispered to himself, something in Italian you couldn't understand. You squeezed your eyes shut, preparing yourself to take all he had to give you. His pace grew more erratic, his thrusts more rough. Then he gasped, and his hips slammed forward into you, his cock deep in your throat as he unloaded into you. You drank it all, almost choking on his cum, but you forced yourself to take it down even as your eyes began to water. It was such a precious gift to taste his cum.
Your mind came back to you as he slowly pulled his cock away from your mouth. You looked up at him with swollen lips and tear stained cheeks. He looked down at him, a pleased smile on his face. He moved his hand to your cheek, slowly massaging your aching jaw. "You are quite good at relaxing people," he said, laughing quietly.
"Thank you, Papa," you replied, beaming from his praise. "I hope I wasn't too distracting." He shook his head.
"Quite the contrary," he said, looking over his papers once more. "I am just about finished." He looked down at you again, a wolfish glint in his eyes. "Perhaps I will need to summon you more often when I have difficult work. How does that sound?"
You nodded vigorously, gripping onto his thighs once more. He smiled, moving his hand to pet your hair. You swore you could have melted right there. In his eyes, you saw a beautiful future as Papa Primo's closest personal assistant, and you couldn't be happier.