Chapter 42 SEDUCING THE PRIEST
SEDUCING THE PREIST
SIENNA RUSH (FL) — 37YRS
FATHER BRIAN (ML) — 25YRS
FATHER BRIAN~~
I had always believed myself to be a man of unshaken principles. Years of devotion, prayer and unwavering faith had built a fortress around my soul. One that temptation could not penetrate.
Until she came.
She stepped into the church like she belonged there, yet everything about her screamed that she didn't. A red dress, indecently tight, hugging every sinful curve. Her lips were painted the color of temptation, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor, her hips swaying, head held high, exuding confidence that made her stand out like a flame in the dark.
I saw her from the altar, where I had been preparing for evening mass. At first, I thought she was lost. Then I saw the smirk playing at her lips, the dark amusement in her eyes as she leaned against the pew watching me.
“Bless me father, for I have sinned.” she said, her voice smooth, yet teasing.
A trickle of unease slid down my spine as I stiffened. Not because of her words, I had heard countless confessions— but because of the way she said them. Slow. Sultry. Like she was tasting each syllable before setting them free.
I exhaled, forcing my shoulders to remain steady. “The confessional is open if you seek redemption.”
She let out a soft chuckle, stepping closer. “Oh, Father, I don't think redemption is what I'm after. I just wanted to see if the church could offer me something….. fulfilling.”
I forced myself to remain still, as she approached, her perfume intoxicating, the scent of vanilla and wild orchids clung to her skin, a direct contrast to the scent of old wood and burning candles that filled St. Augustine’s Cathedral. She wasn't the first woman to test my resolve, but there was something different about her—something dark, something dangerously alluring. Her gaze locked onto mine like a predator, cornering its prey.
“You're new here.” I stated, my voice calm but firm.
She tilted her head, her dark eyes studying me. “And you're not. I've heard about you, Father Brian.” She paused. A slow, deliberate once-over. “Young. Devoted. Handsome.” She licked her lips. “Untouched.”
I clenched my Jaw and met her gaze. “This is a place of worship, not—”
“A place of judgement?” she cut me off, arching her perfectly shaped brows. “Because I don't think God judges me, nearly as much as you do right now.”
I exhaled sharply, willing myself to remain unaffected. “What is your name?”
“Sienna.” She purred, her fingers trailing against the wooden pew beside her. “Sienna Rush.”
She had the name of a sinner and the body of a Goddess. A dangerous combination.
“And what brings you here?”
She took another step, closing the space between us as I could see the mischievous gl in her eyes. “Curiosity.”
“About faith?”
“About you.”
I swallowed hard as my throat went dry. This woman knew what she was doing.
For the first time in my life, I felt something foreign grip my chest…. something dangerously close to desire. But I crushed it before it could take root.
“You should leave.” I said, turning my back against her, gripping the edge of the altar as if it could ground me.
After a moment of silence. I heard the quick click of heels against the floor, growing closer. I felt her presence and warmth of her body just inches away.
“Why?” She whispered, the word featherlight caress against my ear. “Are you afraid of me, Father?”
I forced my breathing to remain even. “You mistake caution for fear.”
“Do I?” She challenged. “Because you haven't looked at me once since I walked up to you”
I didn't answer.
She chuckled softly. Then, her fingers, delicate, warm, began to trail over the sleeve of my black cassock.
I tensed as her fingers traveled higher, brushing the side of my neck. A deliberate move.
My pulse betrayed me, pounding beneath her touch.
“Stop!” I said, my voice lower than I'd intended.
She hummed. “Then make me.”
I turned then, prepared to put an end to whatever this was, but the moment I did, my breath hitched.
She was close. Too close.
Her dark eyes glistened with mischief. Plush lips slightly parted. Her intoxicating scent wrapped around me, invading my lungs, my senses, my control.
I should have stepped back.
But I didn't.
She tilted her head, watching me. “No one has ever touched you this way, have they?”
I remained silent.
As if she took that as a yes, a slow, knowing smile spread across her lips. “You must be starving, Father.”
My stomach clenched.
She lifted a hand, tracing the strong line of my jaw with a single finger. “Tell me to leave,” she whispered. “Tell me you don't want this, and I'll walk away.”
Saying it was easy, but when I opened my mouth. Nothing came out.
She smiled. “That's what I thought.”
Then, slowly, so torturously she leaned in, her breath hot against my skin. Her lips hovered over my throat, close enough that I could feel the warmth of them but not quite touching.
My hand curled into fists.
“Sienna..” my voice came out soft rather than a warning.
She didn't stop. Instead she let her lips ghost over my jawline, her breath fanning across my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.
I squeeze my eye short, every muscle in my body locked tight.
This was wrong.
This was forbidden.
This was –
Her fingers slid down, tracing the hard planes of my chest, on her nails scraping lightly over the fabric of my cassock.
I inhaled sharply. My self control, the years of discipline, faith and devotion, was unraveling thread by thread.
“Tell me to stop,” she whispered again, her lips bushing the sensitive skin beneath my ear
I was supposed to push her away, but my hands refused to do their job.
My breath stuttered. My resolve cracked, and then she grabbed me by the hair and crashed her lips against mine.
SIENNA~~
“Fuckk!” I moaned as I sucked his long thick cock.
His taste was divine, and his size, just the way I wanted it, but a bit larger.
I was getting wet just by sucking him off.
He arched his back against the pew where he sat, groaning in pleasure, while pulling my hair closer to suck him faster.
I continued to suck him, using my hand to pump the rest of his cock.
“Fuckkk yesss!!”
He groaned, his cock growing larger in mouth, indicating he was gonna cum soon.
“Not yet, Father” I winked and pulled out his dick from my mouth.
My pussy was throbbing and dripping, wanting nothing but to filled by his thick cock and fucked hard.
I hiked up his cassock, so that I was able to pull away his boxer, leaving his hairy thighs bare. I held his shoulder as I climbed onto him, facing him.
“You love this, don't you?”
He groaned in response as I rubbed my lips on the tip of cock, coating his cock with my juices but not letting him slip in.
“Don't tease me….fuck!”
He cursed and grabbed my waist in one swift motion, holding it firm on his thighs. His cock was so hard and erect that he didn't need to use his hand to guide it to my pussy. He positioned my pussy to his cock, and in one hard thrust he slammed into me.
“Oh my Godddd!” I moaned at how good his cock felt inside me, it filled me up.
He paused, adjusting himself on the pew, before he started ramming himself inside me. Both my hands were pinned to my back, as he fucked me hard.
His pace was so fast, I could barely keep up. I knew there was much more behind his Cassock.
The silent church was filled with the sound of skin slapping against each other, my moans and his occasional grunts.
“Fuck yess…you're fucking me so goooooddd!!”
“AHH…yess, ahhhh!”
I moaned loudly as he fucked me hard and deep. He released my hands and grabbed my face.
“You don't want anyone coming in here, do you? You're loud” he grunted, his voice unsteady.
“You're so good, I can't help it.”
“Hmm…”
He spanked my ass, bouncing it in his cock, faster and harder. Before I could moan out my pleasure, he crashed his lips against mine, silencing me in a hot, rough, shivering kiss.
I felty pause tightening around my stomach, my climax drawing near. I moved my hips faster, wanting to reach it, but he suddenly stopped and pulled out. My wetness dripped down my thighs.
He carried me off him, sitting me on the pew as he reconnected our lips. His kisses traveled down, my neck, my cleavage, and then my breasts. His hands clamped my breasts, pressing hard as he pushed my left nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting it hard. I moaned, arching my back. The next thing, he thrusted Inside me, earning a loud moan from me. Wet and hot mouth sucking my nipple hard, thick, hard and veiny cock screwing my pussy, I was beyond pleased. My pussy gets wetter with every thrust.
“Ahhhh ... .I'm gonna cummmm!!”
My walls tightened around him, clenching and milking him.
“Fuckkk!” He groaned and immediately flipped me.
My hands holding the wooden pew, my knees on the bent and resting on the seat, ass held out for him. He rubbed his tip on my clit, circling on the swollen and sensitive area, moving my juices from my folds to my entrance.
In one hard thrust he slammed in, slow and deliberate at first but then got faster and deeper. He was deep inside me, fucking me so good, so hard. My thinking was a mess, as he went harder, his hand cupping my breast and pulling my head back to kiss him.
I could feel his length growing inside me and I knew he was close. I clenched hard around him, milking his cock to cum inside me. Then my climax crashed down on me, my legs quivering and trembling as I moaned into his mouth.
He groaned, his thrust now faster and more urgent.
“Yesss….cum for me!! I want to feel your cum inside me, cummm for me.”
“Oohh, fuckkkkk!”
He jerked, hugging me tighter as he busted inside me, shooting his hot load inside me
.
We remained like that for a moment, before he pulled out. My body protested with his sudden absence.
“That was incredible…” I giggled, reaching for my core as I felt our juices leaking out.