The Sin - Bedroom Fantasies #39

My heart hammered as I passed under the heavy wooden arches. The candlelit interior swirled with dust, a hushed silence filling the echoing room. I breathed deeply to try and calm my heart, feeling the chaotic beat trembling in my sweaty hands. I was still warring in my mind about whether this was a mistake or not.

Father had told me to come here if I needed to talk. It didn’t feel right not being certain of my faith while walking between the pews, spying bibles neatly tucked away. I didn’t know who else to turn to though, I had tried to fight how I felt, and I needed a way to overcome these feelings. Even if I wasn’t sure I believed in God, maybe I could still seek some guidance.

As I reached the altar, the rhythm of my heart told me to run. My whole body was tense, and I knew this was a mistake. I quickly turned my back to the gilded cross, my footsteps mimicking the beating in my chest.

“I didn’t expect to see you here.” A deep voice resonated behind me. I froze, not sure whether I could turn and face him, or if I should run.

“I am glad to see you though.” His soft words made me turn to him as he walked into the candle light, closing his study door behind him.

“I…I’m not sure why I’m here…” I mumbled, my cheeks heating as I tried to figure out how to escape.

“Well I’m glad you’re here anyway. You don’t have to have a reason for being here, friends can see each other.” His warm smile spread across his face as he stopped in front of me. Glancing at his wrist, he continued, “Although it is a bit late for a social call.”

“You’re right!” I blurted. “It’s too late, I really shouldn’t be bothering you.” I quickly turned towards the faint moonlight seeping through the cracked wooden door.

A searing hand clasped my wrist, stopping me from fleeing. I pivoted around, meeting his dark chestnut gaze. “It’s no bother at all, like I said; I’m glad to see you. Please, stay.” The last words were barely a whisper, and I couldn’t tear my eyes from his.

“Okay,” I breathed, barely daring to move. He let go of my wrist, but the lingering burn from his hand remained.

“I have an idea that might help you.” He grinned, his uneven smile crinkling his deep eyes. “Follow me.” He turned, his black clothed body striding back down the pews. I hesitantly followed, chewing my lip as I tried to figure out what to say. He stopped in front of a large wooden structure, quickly lighting the candelabras on either side. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I recognised the burgundy curtain and wooden door next to each other. My eyebrows raised involuntarily, disbelief shrouding my face. A confessional?

“I know, this may seem a bit…unorthodox.” He chuckled, watching my expression.

“You know I’m not Catholic, I can’t do this.” I squeaked, nerves tightening my throat. I couldn’t help from glancing down to his white clerical collar, stark against his ebony clothes.

“Don’t think of this as a confessional. It’s more of a safe space. You don’t have to look at me, or feel any judgement. You just get a chance to speak freely about your thoughts, or what’s troubling you, or how you’re feeling. Even if I can’t help you, maybe having someone to listen will help. Even if you’re not sure why you’re here, I think this is what you need. Someone to listen.”

I swallowed, my throat parched. I stared again at the heavy curtain, unsure what to say. He watched me for a moment longer, then quietly opened the wooden door. Meeting my eyes over his shoulder, his intense stare held me in place. His mouth quirked, and he quickly shut himself into the confessional. I heard the soft slide of wood as he opened the partition between the two compartments. Taking a deep breath, my hand shaking, I pulled the curtain aside.

The confessional was dark, but surprisingly comforting. The bench was cushioned, and I could hear the soft sigh of his breathing. It helped to quiet mine, allowed my nerves to loosen, my muscles to let go of some of the tension. He waited silently, allowing time for my heart to stop racing.

“I…I have these feelings, Father.” I stuttered, doubting whether I could actually voice this. I held my breath as I waited for him to speak.

“What are these feelings?” he murmured. I looked through the partition, able to make out his dark outline through the small holes. He faced forward, sitting still.

“They’re inappropriate. I don’t want to have them. I care about the person; I want them to be my friend. But I keep having these feelings, these…urges around them. I need it to stop.” The words rushed out of me in a stream.

“Why don’t you want to have these feelings? What makes them inappropriate?” His voice was soft, monotone. Not uninterested, but holding no inflection.

“The person these feelings are about makes them inappropriate. I’ve really tried; I tried just being a friend, I tried seeing other people, I tried staying away from them, I tried to move on. Whatever I do I’m drawn back to them, I can’t seem to stay away. It’s like he’s pulling me in, like I’m a planet and he’s the sun. It feels inevitable. But I know it can’t happen. I just don’t know what to do!” I immediately covered my mouth. Tears welled in my eyes, and I fought to hold them back. I’d said too much, made it so obvious.

The silence was deafening. I couldn’t even turn to face him; I couldn’t bear to see what he’d realised. Why had I come here?

“Kneel.”

What?

My heartbeat was the only thing breaking the silence, wildly beating trying to free itself from my chest.

“Kneel.” The deep voice caressed the darkness, sliding down my spine. I couldn’t breathe. The wood creaked as I slid down to the floor, my knees smacking the floor with dull thuds.

A moment later, the curtain was harshly pulled aside. His dark shape was outlined by the glow of the candles. He stood still, and when I finally looked up my eyes locked on his; I was unable to look away.

Slowly, he knelt in front of me. His hands moved up to cup my face, and I remembered to gasp in a breath. The harsh sound broke the silence, and he suddenly surged forward. His lips crashed into mine, so much hotter than his hand had been. I was burning, spreading from my lips to my body until I felt like I was on fire, surrounded by flames. My mouth opened to his, and his tongue tangled with mine. His teeth bit my lip, making me gasp again. My hands tangled in his hair, bringing him closer to me, to crush our lips even tighter; I didn’t want this to ever end.

His hands slid from my face, down my neck, to my breasts. He cupped them, groaning, and then tore my shirt off. I broke the kiss in shock, staring at him while kneeling in my bra. His hands snaked around me, unclasping my bra before ripping it off. I hadn’t expected him to be so rough, but I was already soaking from his kiss and his desire, and this turned me on even more.

He ever so gently grazed my breast, his eyes fervent. Leaning forward, he kissed my breast, spiraling around and around. By the time he reached my nipples, they were already tight. Glancing up, he flickered his tongue over my left nipple, and my mouth dropped open. With a sly grin, he closed his mouth over it, sucking and swirling his tongue. My eyes dropped closed and I moaned, threading my hands into his hair again to hold him close.

After what felt like hours, his hands brushed down to my pants. He tugged them undone, his mouth not leaving my breasts. Rising, I let him peel them off of me. Glancing down I realised he’d pulled my underwear off at the same time, and my face flushed. He moved away to tug my clothes off, stopping to stare at me sitting naked before him. I tore my eyes from his, looking down.

“Oh!” The first word to break our silence. I couldn’t help the small exclamation; I could see his cock straining against his black pants. I didn’t know what I had expected, but I certainly wasn’t expecting him to be so big. I realised though he was still fully clothed, so maybe there was no point in even thinking about how he’d feel inside of me. But God, I wanted to know. My pussy throbbed at the idea.

Rising, he pulled me up with him. He moved forwards until I was pressed against the back of the confessional, the seat digging into the backs of my legs. My legs were shaky, I didn’t know if it was from desire or nerves.

Staring into my eyes, he undid his belt. I was torn between his chestnut eyes, and watching what he was doing. While I looked into his eyes, I heard the quiet sound of his zip undoing. I swallowed, my breath racing, wanting for this to happen so badly, but logic was holding me back. There was no way this could happen; he would be breaking his vows of celibacy. I knew how devout he was to his faith, which is why the guilt I felt over my feelings for him had driven me here tonight, to try and find a way to stop this dark desire.

His hands moved down, and I couldn’t hold his intent stare any longer. My eyes widened as I stared at his cock, and I felt my heart throbbing in my pussy. The tip glistened with precum and I longed to lick it off, but I still didn’t know what he wanted, what I could do. Leaning forward, he grabbed the backs of my thighs, lifting me up. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck, and twined my legs around his hips. His hands slid to cup my arse, and he leaned my back against the smooth wood wall.

Staring at me, he arched until the tip of his cock rubbed against me. My eyes fluttered, and I tried hard not to moan. All I wanted to do was feel him, but it couldn’t happen.
He kissed and bit my neck, making my hips grind against him. I must be dripping by now; I’d never wanted anyone as much as him. “Father, please.” I half begged and half moaned; I knew I was asking for something he couldn’t give, but my brain was so foggy with lust that I couldn’t stop the words.

He kissed me with bruising force, his tongue twirling with mine. After what felt like an eternity, I was ready to stop and beg him again, to get back on my knees. He pulled away first, and took a deep breath.

“You are my sin.” The words were so soft, but in the silence, they felt like a shout that could reach the heavens. He finally, finally, thrust into me; I cried out at the fullness, not really believing he was actually inside of me. As he slowly began moving, I couldn’t help the moans escaping me; my God, it was even better than I had let myself imagine.

Our panting and groaning filled the church, echoing around us. I was so close already, and I couldn’t stop myself. I screamed out his name as my orgasm ripped through me, my whole-body tingling and sparking. It felt like it went on forever as he kept thrusting into me, groaning my name. When I spiraled back into reality, I could barely catch my breath as he sped up, pounding into me. He crushed me to him, grinding his hips into mine, making me burn more and more. The feeling was so overwhelming but I didn’t want it to ever stop.

In barely any time, I could feel my pleasure building again, his cock forcing me to inch towards another orgasm. I was begging him to keep going, to go faster, to please, please, make me cum. He thrust so deeply into me I thought I might pass out, but my desire was burning so hotly it kept me awake. He growled at me, “Come for me.”

I don’t know how, but I did. I shattered around him, crying out again. Moaning as well, he buried himself in me and came, filling me. Dark spots clouded my vision as my body trembled from the strength of my orgasm, and I was gasping for air.

When we both caught our breath, we looked at each other. A slow smile spread across his face, and my heart pounded again just to see it. Returning his smile, I whispered, “Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.”

Submitted by Opal from Etham, Victoria, Australia

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