Cardinal Sinner (Divine Domination Book 2) Read online

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Epilogue

  Cardinal Sinner

  The Divine Domination Series

  Megan Michaels

  Contents

  About This Book

  Newsletter

  Also by Megan Michaels

  Title

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Epilogue

  Also by Megan Michaels

  About the Author

  About This Book

  He wanted to be Pope, but she gave him something even better…

  Eliska Petrova grew up as a good Catholic girl in Prague, attending Catholic school, even obtaining a job in the Vatican City working for the Cardinals in the Apostolic Palace. She couldn’t imagine anything better than her job in Rome. That is, until she met the tall, dark, and handsome Cardinal Petr. The problem wasn’t that he was her boss and mentor. The problem was that she was helpless to resist her desire for him.

  Realizing her deep-seated, dark fantasies of pain and pleasure, power and submission/surrender with a prominent Cardinal seemed like a recipe for disaster. But that hadn’t stopped her from diving in anyway. Her temper got her into trouble with the Petr—often—and he had very creative ways of tamping down her fiery ways, the least of which was an old fashioned, bare bottom spanking.

  Petr Novak had studied underground in oppressive, Communist ruled Prague, even completing and receiving his doctorate in secret. The Pope ordained him as a Bishop in St. Vitus Cathedral once the Iron Curtain had crumbled, and he’d begun working his way up the ranks of the Roman Catholic Church, becoming a Cardinal in Rome. He’d never planned on falling in love with the young flaxen-haired Czech beauty. Her fire called to him though, and he couldn’t deny himself—even if that very fire threatened to consume them both.

  How could she commit to a man who had his eye on becoming Pope? Would she be enough—or too much?

  Could they find happiness with each other and the Church?

  Publisher’s Note: Cardinal Sinner is a contemporary romance, containing explicit scenes and themes of power exchange. If such subject matter offends you, do not buy this book.

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  This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  This book contains descriptions of many BDSM and sexual practices, but this is a work of fiction and, as such, should not be used in any way as a guide. The author and publisher will not be responsible for any loss, harm, injury, or death resulting from use of the information contained within. In other words, don’t try this at home, folks!

  This book contains content that is not suitable for readers aged 17 and under.

  For mature readers only.

  Published in the United States of America.

  First Electronic Edition: May 2017

  Also by Megan Michaels

  Divine Domination

  Her Priest

  Cardinal Sinner

  The Service & Submission Series:

  Finding Submission

  Mastering Inga

  My Russian Master

  Colorado Christmas

  Service and Submission Boxed Set

  The Widow Wagon Series:

  Book One: Second Chances

  Book Two: More Than She Bargained For

  Book Three: Cinch Your Saddle

  Widow Wagon Boxed Set (to be released)

  The Desiring The Forbidden Series:

  Desiring The Forbidden

  His Sassy Girl

  Desiring the Forbidden Boxed Set

  Published By Stormy Night Publications:

  What Naughty Little Girls Get

  The Little Princess Cruise

  Cardinal Sinner

  Divine Domination: Book 2

  Prologue

  Eliska’s eyes skittered to her office mates. No one was watching her, but she felt eyes upon her. It was hard enough dealing with this without her imagination giving her trouble.

  With a small push of her foot, she spun her chair a hundred and eighty degrees to find the source of her paranoia.

  Petr.

  Lurking in the long hallway outside of the Cardinal’s administrative offices was her friend…her lover…her Dom. Cardinal Petr. Pulling out his phone, his fingers began to tap on the flat screen. Her phone vibrated in the pocket of her skirt. Slipping it out, she looked over her shoulder to be sure her friends were still busy before opening the text screen.

  : Are you wet?

  She shuttered her eyes briefly.

  Why, dear Lord, did I have to fall in love with someone so fucking devious?

  Her face heated with her blush, and she had no doubt it colored not only her face but her chest as well. When she’d come back to the office from a lunchtime tryst with Petr in the grottos, he’d made her take off her panties in the bathroom, asking that she send not only a picture of her panties in her hand, but her bare pussy. He’d required that she spend the rest of the afternoon sitting on her well spanked, bare bottom, and her cunt dripping with his seed.

  : Yes, Sir.

  : You were worried about leaving a dark, damp stain on your blue skirt. Stand up. Turn around and let me check if it’s drenched with your juices.

  : That’s not necessary. I’m…I’ve decided to sit on the chair’s upholstery, so I wouldn’t have to risk it.

  Her phone didn’t vibrate immediately. She looked up to see his eyebrows furrowed, the tic in his jaw present. Her heart galloped in her chest.

  : I didn’t ask. Stand up. Turn around. Now.

  Even though she knew better than to question him, the humiliation of this morning had taken its toll on her, as evidenced by her poor judgment in defying him—even if it was only briefly, it was a lapse in her thinking nonetheless.

  She slowly stood, warming inside at the bright smile he directed her way along with the slight nod of his hea
d. His approval filled her with pride—every time. Not as much as saying good girl, but it was close. Turning, she fiddled with the some files on her side desk, hoping no one would even begin to guess the actual reason for facing her ass to the doorway.

  : Your plan may have gone awry; your skirt is soaked.

  : OMG, are you serious? She quickly sat down, hiding her shame.

  Lifting her head, she stared wide-eyed at him, her breath quickening along with her pulse rate. She needed to get out of there. Go home and change…somehow.

  : No, I’m not serious. I was teasing you. Your skirt is fine. I do, however, wish I could see your ass and determine for myself if it’s still red or fading to a beautiful pink.

  : Petr! How dare you! You had me upset over here. Not funny!

  : Watch your tone, little girl. Now, excuse yourself and come to my office.

  She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. Her temper was something she’d struggled with most of her life, and it was the main reason Petr called her malý drak—little dragon in Czech, but lately, she seemed almost unable to control it. Or so it seemed. Petr, of course, had sworn with a belt or paddle applied to her bare ass that he’d teach her how to restrain herself. It didn’t matter to him what the circumstances were or what may have upset her. Her decorum was of utmost importance to him.

  Her phone vibrated twice but she refused to look at it, sullenly glaring at him, her lips pouting.

  Petr’s eyes narrowed, turning as dark as his hair, his lips thinning. He tapped the phone in a silent command for her to look at her own phone.

  She shook her head. Probably a bad move on her part—no, more than probably—but the dragon had been poked and there was no backing down now.

  “Ladies.” She jumped, sitting up straighter. He’d walked into the room in his cardinal black robe, the fringe of his red sash swaying, fluttering along with his hurried movement. “I need to meet with Eliska for a moment. Is the timing okay, or do you need her to stay?”

  Damn him!

  Bernadette spoke first. “Oh, no, Cardinal Novak, she can meet with you.”

  Eliska and Petr said thank you in unison. She stood, grabbing her pad of paper, a pen, and her purse before quickly following the black blur of material down the hallway.

  He swung the door open to his office, letting her enter first, but grabbing her upper arm as she passed the threshold, keeping her close. He firmly shut the door, locking the mechanism above the doorknob before placing several hard swats to her already sore backside.

  “When I tell you to do something, having a temper tantrum instead isn’t an option!”

  The force with which he spanked her had her dancing on her tiptoes, struggling to keep quiet. She desperately hoped that no one heard the smarting smacks. Even though she knew the offices were all sound proofed, it was a concern.

  “In the corner.” His long arm pointed toward her corner. She walked with mincing steps to her dreaded space, her heart sinking with his displeasure. It bothered her when he was irritated, and even though to the casual observer it may not seem that she needed his approval, she actually hungered for it.

  Eliska shuffled into place, bending at the waist, resting her forehead against the seam before lifting her flowing blue skirt above her waist, gathering the material and leaving it piled on her back, exposing her throbbing buttocks towards his desk.

  Usually, Petr was unable to keep his hands off her pussy or bottom in the corner, but today, instead of playing with her, she heard the familiar squeak of his chair as he sat behind his desk. Once again, her heart sunk a little lower, the sting behind her eyes signaling that tears weren’t far behind.

  So many things have changed. She’d never been one to deal with transition well, the unsteadiness and disruption to her routines made her combative and sarcastic—mouthy and sassy—all of which resulted in her standing like this with a paddled ass.

  Am I too much? Not enough?

  Maybe he’d decide—as she suspected—that it was more than he could handle. Setting his sights on becoming Pope someday was probably more than enough, adding her just meant chaos.

  “You’re not even shifting or moving. It’s unlike you. Are you okay, girl?” She startled, not hearing him until his hand rested on her irritated skin. He rubbed it briskly, and although it seemed to aggravate more than assuage her pain, she wanted the attention more.

  “I’m sorry.” She sniffled, wiping her tears from her face.

  “I know this is difficult, this whole situation. But you will continue to obey me. I won’t ease up on my rules or boundaries for you. Consistency is what you need. Am I right?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He slipped his finger into her anus, pushing it deeper until the burn had her wiggling and moaning.

  “What am I doing, bad girl?”

  She grunted deep in her throat, her hands braced on the wall on either side to steady herself. “You have your finger in me.”

  He twisted it in the dry hole. It wasn’t painful as much as uncomfortable. “Why?”

  “To remind me that you’re in charge. That you can do whatever you like to my body…and, oh, ouch…I’m to submit.” She fought the urge to jerk her hip away, yanking his finger out of her dark channel. Instead, she stood still, knowing what was best for her…and her rump.

  He pumped his finger in and out, the sting enough to make her keen with each thrust. “So when I tell you to stand up, sit down, bend over, or any other thing I deem necessary, what are you going to do?”

  “I’m going to obey, Sir.” She clenched around his digit, but the immediate sting forced her to open her little hole, lessening the friction.

  “Yes. You will. A few more spanks to your sit spots, and then you’re going back to your desk.” Tucking her against his hip, he wrapped his arm around her waist. She clenched her eyes shut preparing for the hard swats. Petr liked making his point with the last volley, and she knew it would be worse than anything else she’d received today.

  “You. Will. Obey. You will. Listen. At. All. Times. Clear?”

  Choking on a soft sob, she sputtered and coughed before answering, “Yes, S-sir.”

  “Such a good girl.”

  “But I’m not!” she wailed pitifully.

  “Ohhhh, but you are. You know why?”

  She shook her head, unable to even answer through her cries.

  “Because you’re my good girl.” He brushed his hand lightly over her bottom before helping her to stand upright, pulling her into his embrace.

  She buried her head into his chest, only sniffling now, clenching the soft silk of his black cassock in her fists, thankful that the dark material wouldn’t show her tears.

  He tilted her chin up. “Now, you listen. You’ll go back out there and be a good girl the rest of the day. Yes?”

  “Yes, Sir. Can I have my panties back?” She looked into his eyes, hoping he’d relent.

  “No. No panties because I like thinking about your hot cunt sitting on the rough upholstery all day, hoping you’ll leave a wet spot for all to see.” He dragged her hand down and rubbed it along his groin. “Feel that? It’s power and control over you that does this to me…watching your transformation under my stinging hand from a growling, fiery dragon to a sweet, submissive girl.”

  His hard cock throbbed under her palm, her clit coming to life. She wanted nothing more than to fuck him right there on the spot. She squeezed his shaft through all the religious vestments, stroking the silky material over his length, pressing the pad of her thumb firmly over the slit.

  Petr gasped, sucking air through his teeth, his eyes shuttering. “Stop.” He pushed her hand away, literally shaking it off with a command. “Go. Behave and we’ll continue this later.” He kissed her on the nose, playfully slapping at her skirt-covered bottom, sending her on her way.

  She wondered what the girls thought when she came back. She had no doubt that her nose was probably still red from crying, h
er neck flushed with her sexual arousal, and sitting oddly at her desk with her foot under her, preventing her sore ass from touching the rough seat or the fabric of her skirt that flared around her, her—if they only knew—bare ass on the upholstery.

  If they only knew.

  Chapter 1

  The Gregorian chants floated along the morning breeze, wafting through the windows of the chapel into the gardens of the Apostolic Palace at Vatican City. Cardinal Petr Novak quietly sang along with the monophonic singer, the chant familiar and calming. He breathed in the fresh air tinged with the scent of lilacs, intermingled with cherry and orange blossoms. His red silk slippers tapped on the stone walkway weaving around the many brick and stone buildings at the Vatican.

  Petr loved being a Cardinal. It’d been a struggle climbing to this position and, being in his forties, he’d spent over half of his life married to the Catholic Church, fighting with communism and the politics of his home country, currently known as the Czech Republic but formerly known as Czechoslovakia.

  He’d known since he was a young man that he’d be a priest; his family had several priests in their history and although they couldn’t practice it openly due to the communist regime, he’d been taught the tenants of his religion faithfully by his devoted parents and uncles who were priests.

  During that time, he’d been forced to work in an auto factory teaching the faithful underground while continuing his theological studies in hiding.

  It wasn’t until 1989 when the Iron Curtain crumbled that he had finally been allowed to practice openly in church. The Pope ordained him as a bishop in 1990 at St. Vitus Cathedral in view of the St. Charles Palace. His mother—and even his father—had openly wept to see him dressed in his formal bishop-purple vestments at the most revered Catholic structure in their country.