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DANTE
Iread my sermon, but my mind is unfocused. I’m like a zombie going through the motions. And all I can focus on is the beautiful doe at the back of the church. She’s trying not to hold my gaze or distract me, but I’d be distracted even if she weren’t here.
Flashes of memories of last night fill my mind. Her body was tied up and bent to my will. Her virgin blood coating my dick. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
I ruined her, and she loved every second.
My thoughts are consumed by her. I try to focus on the words I’m saying and on the faces of my congregation, but I can’t escape the memory of her lips, her taste. The way she submitted to me and gave herself to me entirely. She’s a drug, and I’m addicted.
She says she’s okay and enjoyed it, but the part of me still clings to the fragments of the fragile morality I built here feels like I’ve tainted her. Defiled something innocent.
And yet, another part of me relishes it. The part which aches for Madison and craves her touch and her submission. I know I should feel guilty, especially considering I broke my vows and ripped away her innocence. Instead, all I can think about is the next time I’ll have her beneath me, the next time I’ll hear her cry out my name.
I finish my sermon, my gaze lingering on her as I leave the pulpit. The congregation starts to leave, their voices fading into a distant hum. Madison remains behind, her pale blue eyes full of fire that I hope no one else sees.
I try not to look at her as the rest of the town leaves because we can’t raise suspicion. However, there’s no going back on what we’ve done. At some point, I’ll have to quit my job as a priest and declare my love for her, but right now, I don’t need to think about that.
Once we’re alone, I approach her. “You’ve been naughty, haven’t you, little doe?” I ask, hating that when I woke this morning, she’d snuck off.
She bites her lip. “What do you?—”
I yank her against me and wrap my fingers around her throat. “Don’t play clueless with me. You snuck out, why?”
“I had some things I needed to get done at the cottage and no change of clothes, so I left when I’d be least likely to be seen.” She chews on her lip. “After all, I couldn’t have been here when everyone...” She trails off.
“Everyone turned up for Sunday mass?” I confirm.
She nods. “Yeah.”
I run a hand through my hair. “This is so fucked, isn’t it?” I ask, sitting down on a pew. “We need to work out what to do next.”
Madison stands in front of me with a devilish look in her eyes before straddling me. “I can think of a few things, Father.”
“Fuck,” I glance around, making sure we’re alone. “Anyone could walk in.”
“Doesn’t that make it more exciting?”
“What does it matter now? I’m going to hell anyway,” I murmur, yanking her lips against mine and kissing her deeply.
She moans into my mouth as my tongue thrusts against hers.
I fumble with the buttons of her blouse. “Let’s burn together,” I growl, pulling the fabric apart and sending buttons scattering across the wooden floor.
“Father,” she teases, her hands already working on the hem of my clerical shirt. The black cloth soon joins her blouse on the ground. “Have you ever done this before on holy ground?”
A bitter laugh escapes my lips. “Other than lick your cunt in here twice. No, little doe,” I confess, lifting Madison off my lap to work on her skirt and pull it down her legs. “But then we’re already damned, aren’t we?”
Madison grins, her fingers deftly unbuckling my belt. “Just means we’ve nothing left to lose.”
Once the belt is gone, she pulls my jeans and briefs down in one move, gazing at my cock like a hungry wolf. Before I can say a word, she jumps onto my lap and slides her slick cunt over my cock. Her back arches, and she moans. “Fuck, yes,” she breathes.
“Naughty girl,” I breathe, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back. “I’m in control,” I growl against her ear.
She tries to move, but I hold her still on my dick. “Look at me, Madison,” I command.
She opens her eyes, and the fire in them makes me lose control as I grab her hips hard and move her up and down my dick. The sounds of her moans echo off the church walls as I fuck her in the worst possible place, but it makes it that much more satisfying. I’ve always struggled with my faith. And I’ve been living a lie for four years. Finally, I feel free again. She has allowed me to feel that.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I grit out, kissing her neck. I’m slow and gentle on purpose, knowing that’s not what she wants. She wants it rough and painful.
