Chapter 33 Confessions Of A Priest 2 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️
NIKOLAI'S POV
My heart was pounding in my chest as I waited in the vestry, the scent of incense and smoke hung heavy in the air, choking me slightly.
I watched her with hooded eyes. Her usually blonde hair slicked back in a tight bun fell loosely around her face, framing her sharp features.
How could one look this effortlessly good? She stepped into the vestry, arms wrapping around her body as her gown rode up slightly and I did nothing to tear my gaze away.
Because I was tired of looking away. Tired of pretending that I didn't lay in my room at night, rubbing myself off to the thought of her while I stared at the large crucifix of Jesus that hung in the corner of my room.
That was twisted as hell. But if I played it well tonight, I would rid my system of her. And maybe she should rid hers of me.
“On your knees,” I rasped behind her, the golden glow of the candles casting an eerie glow on me, my robes now clean as I had hurriedly used towels to clean the remnants of my cum before meeting her in the hallway.
She looked at me over her shoulder, her doe eyes expanding as she looked me over for a second before her cheeks flushed and she sank to her knees slowly.
I watched her like a predator watched his prey and I bit down hard on my lip at the sight of her in front of me, down on her knees as she stared up at the painting of Christ.
Fuck me.
“Do you want me to pray, Father?” She asked, her voice shaky and nervous.
My dick stirred under my robe and I clenched my fists. How was she able to control me with only her voice?
“No…I think you deserve a better penance. You know in the early church, they didn't just pray and ask for forgiveness…besides I have better things I need that mouth of yours,” I muttered under my breath, barely giving her time to decode the meaning of my words before I rounded her, grabbing something off the table.
Her eyes widenedㅡ Fear. Excitement. I couldn't tell what it was.
“What is that?”
I let the leather whip dangle in my hand, the ends coiled tight like serpents in search of blood. “This…is a scourge. This is your salvation. Take off your gown.”
She hesitated, gaze flicking from the whip to meet mine again. Then she reached around her, unzipping it before shrugging it off.
My gaze stayed glued to her, my tongue wetting my lips as the sight of her lace bra came into view, her full breasts barely covered by the flimsy material. I knew it. Lace.
My dick stirred and I could feel it already punching a hole through my robes. I was so hard it hurt but I knew I couldn't rush this.
“Is this what you wear to church? Are you trying to tempt me, Sister Raina?” My voice was hoarse as I rounded her, dragging the whip around her skin lightly, let her feel it trace her nipples.
Her eyes fluttered closed and she whimpered slightly, the sound making awareness roll through me. “Noㅡ”
I suddenly brought the whip down with a sharp but quick wipe. She yelped, jerking forward as the pain licked across her skin, a welt forming.
Lust gleamed in my eyes. “Wrong fucking answer, Raina. You see, penance isn't just about regret. It's about surrender. Obedience. Every strike should remind you who commands. Who forgives. Who punishes… the one who should own every moan you hold back now.”
She whimpered, folding into herself before she looked up at me, eyes brimming with tears as realization dawned on her. “Father Nikolai…” She whispered.
Fuck.
The scourge dropped from my hand, falling to the floor and I fell to my knees, my eyes wide as I looked at her. “You are my damnation, sister Raina, and I'm tired of pretending otherwise.”
She barely had time to react before my arms looped under her thighs, pulling her closer to myself.
A gasp escaped her as I settled between her thighs. “Do you want to do a little prayer with me, Sister Raina?”
Her breathing was harsh and her face was flushed red. “Whatㅡ”
“Pray. Don't fucking stop.” I groaned, pressing kisses down her flat stomach, my hand reaching up to push her down while my tongue flicked over her skin, tasting the slick flesh.
Fuck. She tasted so good.
“Father…” she moaned out, legs opening wider as she pushed my head between my thighs.
Lord, help me. Save me. Protect me. But right now, I needed this.
My nose brushed against her clit, fingers pushing her panties aside as my nose parted her folds, taking a big whiff of her scentㅡ vanilla and something so distinctly hers that my hips ground against the floor in an attempt at friction.
“Fuck, I miss the taste of pussy…” I groaned against her, tongue flicking around her clit while my hands held her down, not allowing her to move as her breathless moans filled the air, legs wrapping around my waist.
My tongue flicked her clit for a while, feeling her juices coat my tongue before I plunged my tongue deep into her, her yelp making me groan around her.
“Pray…” I groaned, teeth dragging across her clit with slow, wet movements as her wetness drenched my chin.
She tasted like heaven. I don't think I ever wanted to go if it wasn't like this. I would rather stay in the depths of hell and worship her on my knees.
“I'm so sorry, father…” she sobbed, her body trembling under me as she quaked, legs trembling and her toes tracing lines on the floor as she pulled them up, spreading her legs wider.
A hand left her waist to press against her clit, spreading down her folds as my tongue delved deeper, spreading her juices around her sensitive nub while my finger traced her tight hole, teasing her entrance. I could feel her walls clenching around nothing, begging for something to fill her. My tongue thrust in and out of her, tasting her as the slurping noises grew louder.
Fuck, she tasted like everything I shouldn't want. Way too sweet for my comfort.
Her moans grew louder, echoing in the small room. She was forgetting to pray, forgetting everything except the sensation of my tongue and fingers on her most sensitive parts.
"Spread wider," I growled against her pussy, my thumb pressing hard on her clit while two fingers shoved inside her in one quick motion.