Page 26 of Forgive Me Father

Tensing my jaw, I unclasp the cross from my neck, setting it on my nightstand.

One call won't hurt.

Checking on her after what happened isn’t out of the ordinary.

If I call once and she doesn’t pick up, I'll leave it at that.

Its thirty minutes past midnight, I doubt she’s still awake.

Leaning back into my headboard, I tap her number, placing my phone on my chest, letting the ringing noise from the speaker distract me from the strain between my legs.

After ringing four times, I start to lose hope. The idea of bothering her like this isso foolish-

"H-Hello?"

Hearing her soft voice, the memory of her gasps of pleasure enters my mind. My hand finds its way beneath the waistband of my sweats, wrapping around the base of my cock, giving it the attention it’s been begging for all night.

This is fine.

Once I’m off the phone with her, I can ease my sexual frustrations and be done with it.

"Eden?" I question, the way her name sounds as it caresses my tongue adds to the throb beneath my hand.

"Hey, sorry I didn't answer sooner," She mutters, a small sound of pain leaving her scratchy throat.

Has she been crying?

"Do you need something?" She questions, the sound of water splashing in the background throwing me off.

"Have you been crying?" I question, suddenly more concerned than frustrated.

"No," She chokes, but I know she’s lying.

If only I could punish her for that one.

"I'm fine," She forces out, a dull sob concealed on the other line.

Fuck.

She has been crying.

And what am I doing?

Getting harder to the sound of her voice.

"Where are you now?" I question, doing my best to stay neutral.

She laughs, but it’s hollow, laced with defeat. "Well, I’m actually soaking in my bathtub, easing some aches andpains...Do you have any other suggestions for easing my aches and pains, Father?"

Father. She bites out the title like it’s a wall between us, and she’s the battering ram. Tension wraps itself around my inside like a vice. Slowly, I start to stroke myself again, hoping to ease the pain. I’m assaulted by the image of her in the bath, her body wet and warm, her beautiful breasts bouncing as her pretty lips scream out my name –

"Eden," I snap. "Are you alone?" I question, a solution forming in my mind.

"Yes, why-"

"Put me on speaker," I demand. "And listen to me carefully.”

The sound of water moving comes through the speaker, followed by a soft thud.