Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
If my mother gave him a look or indicated in any way that she had picked up on what he said, I did not see it. My eyes stayed focused solely on the tablecloth and trying so very hard to keep my face neutral and my hips from bucking up into his hand.
He was driving me crazy, getting so close to touching me where I needed him, and then backing off. He needed to stop or give me what I wanted. Having him toy with me was pure torture.
Part of me wanted to make an excuse to leave the table and run away as fast as I could. Nothing good could come from this, but a much larger part of me saw this as another defiance, though this one was not so micro. It wasn’t the same as running out the door and never returning, or figuring out how to live the life I wanted. But it was something. It was a defiance I could get away with. Even if it was only because Mother didn’t know about it.
I opened my legs wider and adjusted in my seat, tilting my hips up to give his hand better access. If he demanded that I open my legs for him, then I demanded satisfaction.
Fuck micro defiances. If I was going to sin, I was going to make it count.
Father Manwarring slid his fingers over my mound. Even the lightest, most delicate touch felt so good, igniting little sparks of pleasure over my skin.
He petted me, stroking two fingers down the seam of my lips and making my thighs tremble as I tightened my muscles to stop the trembling from taking over my entire body.
All the while my mother sat there, talking about God only knew what and probably lying through her teeth about how much she loved babies, the sick, poor people, and poor sick babies.
The pressure in my core built, and I didn’t understand it. He wasn’t even touching my sex directly. He wasn’t using a lot of pressure or friction, but the pressure built all the same. I knew that if I didn’t do something soon, he was going to make me come and there was no way I could hold that back. I couldn’t be silent for him before, and I couldn’t now.
“You say the donation with the empty envelope was sent on the fifteenth?” My mother’s voice helped pull me from the edge.
“Yes,” Father Manwarring said. “The cardinal assumed it was a mistake, or some type of accident, but I knew you were the type of woman who would want to know that your donation slip was received without the actual donation. I just knew that you would want to make that right.”
“Of course,” my mother said, her lips pinched, probably mad someone finally called her on her empty donation envelopes.
“You know, I understand you are very busy this holiday season. Plenty of things to do, I’m sure, far too many obligations for someone of your age. So why don’t you send Rose in your stead? The Christmas bazaar is coming up in only a few months and unfortunately the priest that left hadn’t started organizing it before he was reassigned. I am forced to play catch up. We desperately need volunteers. Perhaps Rose would be a better fit? I mean, with all that youthful energy, we could definitely put that to good use.”
My thighs clamped shut around his hand and his fingers stilled, but he left them there. I tried to push his hand away from me as subtly as I could, but he refused to budge. If I put in any more effort, Mother would know there was something wrong.
“I don’t think I’ll—”
“That sounds perfect,” Mother said, talking over me. “This will be her top priority. She is yours as long as you need her. I expect you to put her to work and make sure that she leads others to do the same. I think it’s so important for our children to be connected to the church and learn obedience.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” he said, smiling, finally shifting his hand to my leg.
“Let me just write another check and fire the maid who must have taken it. Stealing from the church, shameful.” She stood and walked out of the room, no doubt going to fire the new maid the service sent over.
I went to follow her, but Father Manwarring’s hand tightened on my thigh and held me in place.
“It looks like you are all mine, angel. And did you hear? Your mother wants me to teach you how to be obedient.”
CHAPTER 11
THOMAS
Entertaining as it was to go round and round with Mary Quinn while I had my fingers between her sweet little daughter’s thighs, caressing her wet, quivering cunt, I had other business to attend to. As soon as it was polite, I made my excuses. Mary Quinn said something about needing to make some calls anyway, so I volunteered to show myself out.