Page 14 of Forgive Me Father

"Some think pain helps the soul heal," He whispers. "Others like me think this is a better approach."

With his free hand, he urges my hand below my waistband. My heart beats out of my chest as my fingers graze my underwear, the feeling of his breath brushing my face only adding to the growing need between my legs.

"You committed a sin, you confessed, now recite your Hail Mary to me as part of your penance," He demands.

"What are you doing, Roman?' I question, his hand continuing to guide mine.

"You need relief," He whispers. "So touch yourself while telling me your prayer."

Startled by his words, I stop myself from pulling away, wondering if this is some cruel joke.

"I'm not-"

"Do it, orI will do it for you."

Feeling another wave of desire course through my center, I bite my bottom lip hard, feeling the blood seep into my mouth. Roman focuses on the red painting my lips. Reaching his free hand up, he uses his thumb to untuck my lip from between my teeth. My morals fade away as his hand and mine slip beneath my underwear and touch soft skin.

"Start here," He growls, grazing my clit with his fingers that are still wrapped around my own. My center drips with anticipation from the single touch.

His breath brushes the side of my face as he pulls his lips to my ear. My face becomes scolding hot from the touch.

"Now, say your prayer."

I try and rationalize what’s happening. I turn my head so I can meet his eyes and find his expression void of playfulness. Slickness coats my inner thighs, the need to feel his touch breaking all the resolve I have left.

"H-Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee; blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus-"

His hand guides my shaky fingers toward the sensitive bundle of nerves, exploring the area in small, circular motions. A breathless moan escapes me as his body inches closer to me.

"Just like that," He praises, looking over my bleeding lip. "Keep going."

"Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners-"

"You'll need all the prayers she can provide so long as you are with me-"

His words stop short as he pushes his fingers inside me. Another heady moan falls from my lips, the feel of him undeniably pleasurable. I clutch his flannel shirt as he slips in and out withease, the sound of my wetness adding to my arousal. As he moves, so do I, focusing on my swollen clit as he continues to pump his fingers deeper and faster. I squeeze my eyes shut as I try to control the sounds threatening to escape from me. Something warm and wet brushes across my lips. My eyes shoot open as Roman licks my bloodied bottom lip clean.

"Finish your prayer while my fingers are buried inside you," He demands.

How the fuck am I going to do that?

How do I ever stand a chance to move past this?

Why do I not want to forget this?

"Now and at the hour of our death, a-amen-"

He moves faster, curling his fingers, touching a spot inside me that sends ripples of pleasure through my lower stomach. I spread my legs wider, feeling the brush of his knuckle at my entrance as he buries his fingers even deeper. He grabs my chin, getting me to focus on him.

"I want to hear it," He urges. "I want to hear your pleasure," He pushes, pumping in and out of me, demanding my release.

Tugging on his flannel to get him closer to me, I can’t help but let a soft cry of pleasure slip past my lips. My hips buck up into his touch. That night withhimis the last thing on my mind.

Feeling his nose touch mine, I’m guided by lust as my hand reaches out to touch the impressive bulge between his legs, wanting to bring him the same pleasure I’m feeling now.

I gently graze the part of him straining against his pants, but he quickly grabs my wrist, slowly easing hisfingers free from me.

"Lesson over," He whispers, putting my hand back in my lap. Speechless, I watch as he brings his glistening fingers coated in my wetness to his mouth.