Chapter 32 CONFESSIONS OF A PRIEST 1
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NIKOLAI'S POV
“Shall the people of the Lord stand as we give our thanks?” My voice boomed across the hall, my gaze sweeping over the congregation.
She wasn't here.
I didn't know how that made me feelㅡ Happy because at least I wasn't tripping over my words during the sermon. Or sad because I ached to see her.
The congregation rose up, their heads bowed as they muttered their prayers.
But my eyes were openㅡ they always were. I never closed them during the prayers. I always searched for the timid woman who stayed at the back, I relished looking at her when she was praying. Eyes closed, lips moving, lashes fluttering against her cheek.
She was gorgeous.
I had known that since the first moment she walked into my church. But I knew that I couldn't act upon my desires. How much I wanted to discard the heavy white robe that had been given to me upon my ordination as a priest a few years back. How much I wanted to bend over the pulpit, drag her lace pantiesㅡ They had to be lace. It just seemed so herㅡ down her creamy thighs and bury myself in her soaking heat.
“Father Nikolai,” A young parishioner called out, snapping out of my less than godly thoughts.
What was wrong with you, Nikolai? You took a fucking oath of celibacy when you became a priest. Then why did the Lord allow a fucking temptation saunter into my church? Why did he have to test me this much? I was failing horribly and I had no idea if I wanted to stop it.
“Yes?” I asked, leading the way to the small sacrament at the back where I kept my stuff.
The man trailed behind me, his eyes glinting as his white robes trailed the wooden floor behind him. “We have a member who is at the confession box. She's been there for a while since you were doing the sermon at the morning devotion.”
I paused suddenly, almost letting the boy face-plant into my back. ‘She’?
My throat dried. “Who's that?”
“Sister Raina. She said she wanted to speak to you specifically. She refused Father Thomas.”
My heart felt like it was about to throb out of my chest. She knew I existed. A smile curled at my lips and I schooled my expression again. “Leave the church, Paul. I'll lock up when I'm done.”
The boy bowed slightly. “Peace be with you, Father,” He muttered under his breath with the sign of the cross over his chest.
“Peace be unto you too, Paul. Thank you very much.”
As soon as he disappeared out of the church, I hurried to the hallways, my cloak billowing behind me as I made my way to the confession box.
My blood was rushing in my ears and my fingers tightened around the doorframe when I finally got there and slid into the other side of the confession box, placing my small bible on the table before staring up at the wooden board that blocked her from my view.
“Sister Raina?” I cleared my voice, keeping it steady and cool.
There was no answer for a second before I heard a voice. “Father…”
The sound sent a jolt to my dick and I shut my eyes slightly. Fuck.
Fuck. It should be illegal. The way she said that ‘Father’ in that sultry tone did things to me.
Things that should never be spoken about as a priest.
Forcing the sinful thoughts away from my head, I tangled my fingers together, placing them on the table. “You want to confess your sins to the Lord?” I asked, my heart racing in the silent room.
Once more, she didn't answer. Thenㅡ “Confess to you, Father Nikolai,” Her voice was soft. Quiet. Ashamed.
My throat dried and my jaw tightened. Confess to me? What did that mean?
“Go ahead, sister. Peace be unto you. It takes a lot of courage to step into the confession box.”
“You don't get it, Father Nikolai. I have sinned gravely. I have thoughts that I shouldn't have. I've prayed…cried…but I still go back to them.” Her voice cracked and I could tell she was scaredㅡ nervous.
Something about her crying on the other end made my dick start to harden under my robe.
Fuck me.
“Talk to me, Sister,” my voice was raspy.
Silence.
Thenㅡ “I think about you, Father Nikolai. In ways I shouldn't. I've tried to desist from coming to church again. But I always find my way back, I've cried and prayed. Nothing works. I'm so sorry and I require penance to rid me of all sinful thoughts,” her words broke off into a sob and I alm
ost had a heart attack on the spot.
I could feel my dick throbbing under my robe and my tongue darted out to wet my dry lips. “What kind of thoughts?” I rasped.
She was silent for a second, probably wondering what I was asking her for.
“Just to know what I need to rid you of,” I quickly said, my breathing becoming harsh. I could only imagine the look on her face but it was good that we couldn't see each other right now.
Because I was sweating and the collar around my neck felt like a leash, choking me, warning me of my vicinity.
Don't do it, Nikolai. Do not do it.
“I thought about you… wrapping your hands around my throat as you…as you slept with me in the pews…”
Fuck.
A groan tore from my throat and against my better will, my hand slipped under my robe, gripping my hot, throbbing dick.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
This was wrong but I couldn't. Not now. Not when the woman I had been obsessing over was confessing that she thought of me in ways that I did with her. Help me, Lord.
“Continue. Tell me everything, Sister Raina…” I groaned, gripping the base of my dick firmly, my gaze dropping for a second to my white robe bunched up my lap.
“Youㅡ You would whisper things in my ear… your cock sliding in and out of me…andㅡ” her words were jumbled but I could hear the slight breathlessness in it.
Fuck, she had such a dirty mouth. I wanted to fill it so bad. Let her choke on every inch of my cock.
My fingers were closed around my throbbing dick, stroking my hard length with slow, strong strokes that left me bucking in my chair, the sound of furniture creaking filling the air, no longer subtle.
She stopped talking and I could hear the confusion and curiosity in her tone. “Father Nikolai? What are you doing?”
That sent me over the edge. The innocent tone she used when she whispered my name. My hand twisted the head of my cock one more time and a low curse escaped me when my dick started to twitch, spurting cum all over my hand, some of it staining my robes.
Shit.
I looked down at myself, chest heaving as I stared at my release and my dick hanging open in the air, still in my hands.
What had I just done?
“Father?...” Her voice jolted me back to reality and my control snapped.
Right there and then, I made up my mind. I was literally looking at my chance to act upon every fantasy I had about the woman on the other end. And I was going to take it. I would violate every law if it meant that I had her just this once.
“Sister Raina,” my voice was harsh, breathing ragged as I tried to come down from my high. “Step into the sacred vestry. We shall perform a penance on you.”
Penance? It was going to be way much worse.
And Lord help me, because I do not think I am going to stop until I am buried inside her.