Page 16 of Dyana (Love in the Apocalypse #3)

“Oh,” Marta replied. I heard her unlock and open the other door, presumably to see if I was running away. The door closed again when she saw nothing. “We need to talk about Dyana.”

Pastor Jeff groaned in frustration as his hand slapped the desktop. “Not this again, Marta. When did you become so envious and distrustful? I’ve told you Dyana is helping us. We needed it. She’s another lost soul looking for a home, and our Christian duty is to take her in.”

“Screw Christian duty!” Marta yelled. “Ever since that... that whore showed up here, you’ve been distant with me. A woman knows when her husband’s mind is on another woman.”

“Dyana isn’t a whore, and there isn’t anything going on between us,” Pastor Jeff replied.

I chose that moment to undo his pants and fish his cock back out. To his credit, his body only tensed slightly at the unexpected touch before relaxing again. I inched forward as close as I could, closed my lips around the head, and sucked while continuing to stroke him slowly.

“She admitted to being a whore the minute she got here! And maybe there isn’t anything going on between you yet,” Marta spat, “but if she stays here, there will be, mark my words! She is cancerous to our community and should be cast out before her poison spreads. I’m not the only one who thinks that, either.

The congregation will meet tonight to discuss Dyana’s future here.

Maybe if you hear it from them, you’ll cast aside your selfish and sinful desires and see reason. ”

“I have faith that my flock isn’t nearly as petty as you claim and can look beyond Dyana’s past, which I might remind you she said she was forced into that position, and see the good in her,” Pastor Jeff replied through gritted teeth.

All of this was highly ironic, considering I was nursing the tip of his cock as he spoke of my virtue and that nothing was going on between us. Maybe I was cancerous. I mentally shrugged. Until Marta was put into my position, she had no business judging me or what I had to do to survive.

“We’ll see. Just make sure you show up. It would be a disgrace if you didn’t.”

“I’ll be there,” he assured his wife.

Silence fell over the room as the couple regarded each other.

I wondered what their marriage was like before I came.

Did they get along, or were they always this cold toward each other?

Presumably, at some point, there was passion between them; then again, maybe not.

As starved for attention as Pastor Jeff was, I suspected they hadn’t had many biblical interactions.

“Why are you sweating?” Marta asked.

I froze. Would she find me? Part of me wanted her to. Wanted the chaos it would cause. I wanted to stand, shoulders back, and admit that I satisfied her husband where she didn’t. The rational part, however, understood how much that would throw off my plans.

“I’m sweating because I’m frustrated that I am constantly having this conversation with you, Marta.

I no longer look forward to spending time with you, as you inevitably bring up Dyana.

You’ve become obsessed with her. I didn’t marry Dyana; I married you, so why do you insist on making her part of our marriage? ”

His gaslighting and manipulation made me feel less guilty for what I was doing, but it did make me question if this was my fault or if he had always been this person.

It just goes to show that no matter how Godly you are, everyone still has flaws.

Nobody is perfect, not even a man of God.

None of what was happening above the desk stopped me from continuing my mission beneath the desk.

I needed Pastor Jeff in my corner beyond a shadow of a doubt, and this was how I would accomplish that task.

“I’m sorry, Jeff. I don’t mean to obsess over her, but shouldn’t the fact that I am, that she makes me and several others uncomfortable, mean something to you? She’s a stranger. I’m your wife. It should matter. You should care.”

“When I dedicated my life to God, I vowed to help all of his children, not just the ones my wife approved of,” Pastor Jeff replied icily. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have some work to do. Please lock the doors on your way out.”

His dismissal may have felt abrupt to Marta, but I knew it was because he was close to the edge. He had tried to push me away with his foot several times, but I wasn’t having any of it.

“Fine,” she replied. “Don’t forget about the meeting later.”

“I already told you I would be there. Nothing I do is good enough for you.”

Yeah, on principle, I felt less guilty about using this man for my needs. I didn’t particularly like his wife, but witnessing how he was toward her didn’t earn him any brownie points in my book. I was fully aware of how hypocritical that was.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Marta sighed heavily. “I’ll leave you alone.”

I heard the lock on the door to the sanctuary, and then the main door opened and shut.

As soon as she was gone, Pastor Jeff pushed back from his desk, dragged me out from under it, and grabbed my head.

“As for you, little devil, I’ve had enough of your teasing.

” He held my head still and shoved his dick back into my willing mouth.

Regardless of how he treated his wife, I wanted this.

I wanted it for this exact moment. When I get the good pastor to lose control, the more he loses control, the more I gain.

I moaned appreciatively as he fucked my throat.

“Is this what you want, Dyana? You like it rough? I’ll give you rough,” he growled as he increased his speed.

He was already close to the edge before Marta left, so unsurprisingly, it only took a few more seconds of power thrusting until he held me down on his cock and spilled his seed down my throat with a guttural groan.

If Marta were standing with her ear to his door, there would be no mistaking the sound for what it was.

I sealed my lips around his shaft as he slowly pulled himself from my mouth, capturing any cum that might be left on it.

I licked my lips before smiling at him as he breathed heavily and returned my gaze.

I could see the conflict swirling in his eyes.

Deep behind it was disdain, whether for me, himself, or both, I couldn’t be sure.

Perhaps his behavior has been my doing. Maybe I was the devil.

Pastor Jeff collapsed in his chair, and I crawled into his lap, snuggling in his embrace. “Sometimes, I don’t know what to do about you, Dyana,” he admitted after some time.

I leaned away from him so that I could meet his eyes. “Please don’t let them kick me out, Jeff,” I pleaded, calling him only by his name for the first time. “I have nowhere to go.”

He stroked my face and then slowly pulled my lips to meet his.

After a sweet kiss, he pressed my head back to his shoulder and held me tightly.

“I won’t. I promise you aren’t going anywhere.

This is your home for as long as you want, which I hope will be a very long time because I’m not sure I could live without you anymore. ”

I couldn’t honestly say that I shared his sentiments. I needed him, but for very different reasons.

When it was time for the meeting, I let the rest of the congregation settle in the sanctuary before sneaking into the back row to observe.

I didn’t plan to speak up. Anything I said wouldn’t be as effective as what Pastor Jeff would say.

He stood at the front of the sanctuary, near where we first had sex, and waited patiently for someone to speak up.

He would make them speak first if they wanted to have this meeting.

A woman stood and turned so she could see everyone. When her eyes met mine, I saw the hatred in them and the surprise. Did they think they would have this meeting without my presence? I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I wanted to know who my enemies and allies were.

“We all know why we’re here. Three weeks ago, we were doing just fine, and then Dyana joined us, and since then, everything has been off.

We were once an open and trusting community, and now, more and more whispered conversations are held in the dark.

All of them are about how Dyana does not belong with us.

She admitted to being a whore previously, and it concerns me how much the younger people look up to her.

She is not someone I would want my children to idolize, and if you care about your children, you wouldn’t want them to idolize her, either. I think she should leave immediately.”

The woman sat down, and the congregation murmured amongst themselves before Allison stood.

“I disagree and resent your implication that I’m a bad parent or that I don’t care about my children.

Dyana saved Amber’s life. And she continues to teach anyone willing to learn the skills needed to save their own lives.

This is a perilous world, where the skills and resources she has brought us are invaluable.

Every day, my daughter grows better at archery.

She grows more confident in her abilities to protect herself and her future in this new world.

I’m sure this is the case for many of you and your children.

Why would we want to turn our back on Dyana when she has given us so much? ”

“I agree,” an older gentleman said, not bothering to stand. “Our survival depends on skills many of us did not possess or did not have the weapons and tools to execute. I say let the girl stay. She isn’t hurting anyone, and many of you are in no position to judge her on her past.”

“To that point,” Pastor Jeff said, “as many of you call her names and throw her past in her face, I’ll remind you that when she informed us of it, she was clear to state she was held against her will and forced to provide relief to the police force.

That doesn’t make her a whore; that makes her a victim, and I am ashamed of those of you who can’t see it that way and pray daily for your souls. ”