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)
With her back to the confessional door, there was nowhere for her to go. I stepped up to her, pressing my body to hers, bracing my arms on either side of her head, caging her in.
Her gorgeous emerald eyes were wide with fear and panic, her lush pink lips opening and closing while she searched for something to say.
“Careful, little angel, keep opening and closing those lips like that and I’m going to give you something to wrap them around,” I whispered against the delicate skin of her neck.
She could deny me all she wanted, but I saw the way her pupils dilated, the way her skin tightened and her lips parted on a gasp.
She wanted this; she wanted me. More importantly, I took what I wanted.
I brushed my thumb over her bottom lip, pressing it into her mouth, and no matter what she said, her lips still latched on as she licked at my thumb.
“You’ve been a very bad girl,” I said. “Do you know what happens to bad girls?”
She shook her head, my thumb still between her lips.
“They seek forgiveness in the confessional. By confessing their sins and atoning for them, they get washed clean.” I ran my thumb down her chin to her neck, and over the buttons of her light-pink trench coat.
“Do you want to be forgiven?” I asked, my fingers untying the belt at her waist.
“Yes, please,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Do you want to be my good girl again? My little angel?”
“But… I told you I have—”
“You have a sinful relationship with a man who can’t even pleasure you properly. A man who doesn’t know how to take care of you, who leaves you aching and touch-starved and probably does not know what he’s doing.”
I slipped my hand in her coat, her dress underneath made of a silky chiffon-type material that no doubt hung off her curves, giving just a hint of her shape underneath. My hand traveled up from her waist over her dress to her breast, where I squeezed gently, pinching her nipple between my thumb and finger.
Her lips opened on a gasp. I took them, claimed them as my own as I gave her a deep, aching kiss.
“Does he make your body purr the way I do?” I whispered against her lips when I broke the kiss.
She shook her head no.
“Are you willing to do whatever it takes to earn my forgiveness?”
She didn’t answer, and I pinched her breast a little harder. “Or do I need to tell your mommy to check the security footage of you in the garden over the summer?”
“I want to be forgiven,” she said.
“Good. Do you know the words to confess?”
She bit her bottom lip as I continued to grope her breast through her dress.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” she started. My hand trailed down her body, stopping only to grab her ass and turn her around.
“No, not until you are in the confines of the confessional box.” I opened the door, and she took a step inside. I didn’t let her go, instead I followed her in and slid her coat off her shoulders, throwing it outside of the confessional onto the nearby pew.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“You don’t get to just say the words, angel. That isn’t how this works. Atone for your sins. You have to pay for them.”
The dress she was wearing was a beautiful ice blue, almost white. It gave her a pure, innocent, virginal look. Since I knew that was a lie, I didn’t feel bad when I grabbed either side of its neck and ripped it down the front. Exposing more of that simple white cotton underwear that had been haunting my dreams.
“What are you doing?” she shrieked.
I ignored her protest and turned her around again. My hand rested on her surprisingly round ass, and I considered for a moment taking off those cotton panties, but I kept them in place… for now.
“Say the words,” I demanded.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been four months since my last confession.”
“Was your last confession before or after you lay with a man outside of wedlock?” I asked as I put my hands on her lower back and ran them up her smooth, delicate skin, appreciating the surprisingly deep curves of her lithe little body.
“Before,” she admitted.
“So you are still carrying the sin of fornication,” I stated. “You let that sin stain your soul for this long?”
“Yes, Father,” she said as her skin reacted to my touch, goosebumps prickling up over every inch my hands slid over.
She was so responsive. I didn’t know how that pathetic, common man thought he was worthy of such a goddess, and how he could have touched someone so perfectly primed yet he couldn’t make her come.
“Tell me all of your sins, angel,” I said as I pushed her shoulders down, bending her at the waist.