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“It’s okay.” I nod to the desk to her left. “Leave it there. I’ll deal with it.”
“She was returning to her room as I left. I am sure by now she’s realized it’s gone.” Nathalia bows her head but before I can close the door, she adds, “There’s something about this student. How she looks at you. You are softer with her, is there something about her I should know? If you need me to take over more, I am here. The other teachers will not be back until after the renovations, but I chose to stay. Here with you, to help.” Her faded blue eyes shine with the true, if not misguided, loyalty she has to me and this place.
“It’s fine. Nothing different with her. I will make sure she has appropriate consequences for the violation of the rules.”
With that, she shuffles down the hall and I think of the standard list of rules every young woman receives when they come here to Saint Margaret’s.
I stare at the phallic shaped silicone on the white towel.
It’s all of six inches and probably an inch in circumference.
Barely a warmup compared to the blessings God bestowed on me and an idea born of the Devil’s own wickedness spins inside me. I tuck the vibrator into the back of my pants between my belt and the indent of my spine, leaving the towel behind.
There will be consequences for breaking the rules.
Instead of heading to her room where she should be, I take the small back staircase to the second floor on the opposite end of the building from Kitty’s room, where there is a small stone chapel where I spend time when I need quiet. I know I should talk myself down from what I want to do, so before I make a mistake I can’t take back, I gather my control and head to the prayer room.
The planked door squeaks on its hinges as I enter. The line of candles burning on the side table flickers light into the room with its stone floor and padded kneeling bench in front of the small altar.
There’s a thousand-year-old wooden cross brought here from a sister church in Europe that hangs on the wall, casting a long shadow onto the stone.
The only window in the room is a leaded glass octagon above the cross that lets in a dusty stream of daylight, enough to give the room a dim glow.
What am I doing?
I stare up at the cross, the pressure from the vibrator pressing into my spine as I push my fingertips into my forehead, then bring my palms together, bowing my head.
“Give me strength to make decisions worthy of your grace…” I start but the words stick in my throat as my cock thickens.
Never have I been at the mercy of a woman before. Not like this. No matter how wrong, desire erases any rational thought as I drop to my knees, staring up at the illuminated window and grab the vibrator, bringing it forward with one hand as I battle down the zipper on my pants, reaching in and tugging out my already hard cock.
Don’t. Do. This.
It’s too late.
I wrap my fingers around my throbbing cock. I’ll pray for forgiveness later, but right now I need relief and I need to mark her as mine even if it’s like this.
As wrong as it is, I bring the vibrator to my nose on a long inhale.
Her scent is seared into my memory from the boathouse and there is nothing here that tells me she’s baptized this plaything with her sweet juices. I could be wrong, things can be washed away but there’s a tick in my soul that tells me this device is new.
A parting gift from a friend.
I set the vibrator on the stone floor in front of where I’m kneeling as I run my hand up and down my dick, thinking of her wetness on my fingers. How with one touch, she became mine, wetting my palm with her desire. I move my hand in long, even strokes at first, trying to calm myself but I know it won’t work.
“Forgive me,” I mutter, her sweet face painted behind my lids, beckoning me with a crooked finger toward her spread legs. I imagine her hard nipples grazing my chest as I rut into her like a madman, her body crushed under mine as I take what I want, her soft lips kissing my neck as the scent of her pussy drifts in the air.
“Yes, Father, I want you, inside me. I want you to marry me, but, that’s not allowed. Will I be a secret forever?”
“No, my child.” My fantasy takes over. “The world will know you are mine soon.”
I beat off faster, looking at the vibrator in front of my swollen cock, the tip already dripping, ready to burst.
I stroke faster, harder, imagining her laying next to me at night, her soft naked body curled into mine as I stroke her hair, whispering how she will be with me forever, how I will give her everything she needs and make her sigh and laugh and make her my dirty little girl and destroy anyone that would try to harm her.
An exhale rips from my chest as my orgasm crests. I knew it wouldn’t take long, I’m on a hair trigger and now that’s she’s opened the floodgates, a stiff breeze could set me off.
The first hot spurt of cum has light and dark exchanging places in my vision. As the second spurt barrels up my shaft from my balls, I focus, making sure I hit the target.
