“Panties and bra too.”
I nod, complying with his instructions. I feel like I’m standing in the middle of a fire. “Like this, Father?”
“Just like that.” He removes several rosaries from around his neck and places them around mine. “You look very beautiful adorned like this, Angel. Completely submissive before me. Entirely at my mercy.”
“Always, Father.”
“Now, for your punishment.”
I swear a gush of liquid just pooled between my legs. “Okay.”
Diego walks to my left and sits in the chair he sits in for mass. “Come to me.” I walk to him and stand waiting for instructions. My eyes shift up and watch him as he pulls his stole from around his neck. “Lie across my lap, face down.”
“Yes, Father.” My breath catches when he uses the stole to bind my wrists. “How does that feel?”
“Good. Tight.”
Diego rubs his hand over my bare ass. “You have amazing skin. It’s so pretty and flawless. You truly are my angel.” When his hand comes down on my skin, I blink rapidly from the shock and sensation of it. “How many of these do you think you deserve?”
“As many as you think is enough, Father.”
He spanks me again and I gasp. He leans close to my ear. “Is it too much?”
“Does it please you, Father?”
“Yes.” His voice is hoarse, causing me to smile.
“I can handle it.”
His hand comes down again, harder this time. The rosaries around my neck clank as they hit the floor every time his hand makes contact. He continues spanking me, rubbing my flesh in between swats. I moan when he shoves his tongue between my ass cheeks, licking my entrance until I’m squirming in his lap. His fingers slide inside my pussy and he pumps hard and fast. I cry his name, but he shushes me, kissing the top of my head.
“You’re handling this so well, Angel. I’m proud of you.”
“Oooh, Father…please.”
“Please what?”
“I need you.”
“You have me.”
“I need your dick.”
Diego flips me up and sets me down on the floor. I breathe hard, gazing up at him, feeling the sting left behind on my ass. I can see his erection jutting out from his cassock. He unbuttons it slowly, revealing first his chest, then his taut abs, then the prize. I rise to my knees, crawling to him to lick the underside of his cock.
Diego reaches down and cups my chin, lifting my face to his. “What can I do to you tonight?”
“Whatever you want. I am yours.”
“Open your mouth.”
I do as he says, nearly gagging when his shoves his cock in my mouth. He clutches the rosaries and twists his fingers in my hair, fucking my mouth as hard and fast as when he fucks the rest of me. I struggle to keep up, but do my best, wanting to please him. He pulls out giving me a moment to catch my breath.
“Too much?”
I shake my head. “This is my communion, Father.”
“Oh fuck, Julia. Seriously?”
“I only need you to sustain me.” I lick his cock again. “I want you to choke me on this thing and come so hard it spills down my face.”
He stares hard at me for a moment before pulling my arm so that I’m lying back against the carpeted stairs that lead to the altar. He straddles my face, sliding his engorged cock in my mouth again. His knees are bent to allow him to reach my tits, which he squeezes almost to the point of pain but not quite.
“Oh fuck. Julia. Fuck.” Diego’s body tenses, and he grips the front of my neck, holding my head steady as he pumps his load down my throat. I purposely let some spill from my lips, sliding down my face and onto my neck. Diego drops to his knees in front of me, kissing me hard. “You’re so fucking incredible.” Before I can say anything, he shoves me backward and buries his face between my legs. He sucks my clit and crams several fingers in me, pushing my legs up as high as they’ll go. “I can’t stop. I can’t get enough.” His words are muffled since he’s saying them with his mouth still latched to my pussy. “Fuck my face, Angel. Grind. Get off in my mouth. I need it.”
“Holy shit.”
He looks up for a moment. “Can you suck your own tits? Can you reach them?”
I smile slightly. “A little.”
“Do it, please.” He unties my wrists. “Let me see.”
I lift one to my mouth and flick my tongue over my nipple. Diego groans in response, still sucking my clit as he watches me. I do it to the other one, stopping only when Diego moves up and kisses my mouth. He pulls away, sitting on the marble floor, but still holding my legs up by the ankle. “Do you know how fucking gorgeous you are? How perfect?”
I shake my head. “No. Show me.”
He spreads my legs open. “Look at this.” I lift my head. “Fucking beautiful pussy and it tastes like… I don’t even know. Nothing else exists like this.
I reach down and drag my fingers over it. “Are you gonna fuck it?”
“Stand up.” I clamor to my feet and Diego takes my wrist and leads me to the altar. “Bend over and hold on.”
“Oh fuck.”
When I feel the tip of Diego’s dick pressing into me, I spread my legs as far as they’ll go. He slides in and goes right at me, fucking me so hard the entire altar shakes. I prop my leg up to allow even more access and cry out when he goes even deeper. He grips my shoulder, pounding into me, murmuring my name and calling me angel. I glance over my shoulder to watch him, eyes closed, hair tousled about, muscles flexed. He looks like he’s in ecstasy, and it makes me so happy. I’m doing this for him.
Diego grabs my waist and twists me around. “Wrap your legs around me. I won’t let you fall.”
I nod, lifting up enough to get my legs around his waist. He drives his cock into me again, bracing us against the altar behind me. He fixes those gorgeous blues on me, holding my gaze while he fucks me within in an inch of my life.
“Are you gonna come for me, Father?” Diego’s eyes open wide. “Are you gonna fill me up?”
“Is that what you want?”
“Oh yes. I want it so bad.” I reach down and lift my nipple to my mouth again and he bends his head to join me. He bites and sucks my flesh. It’s almost shocking how aggressive he is considering how mild his demeanor normally is.
“So good, Julia. Your pussy…”
“It’s just for you, Diego. All of me is just for you.”
His brow creases as he grips my waist, grinding his hips into mine. He exhales sharply, slumping into me, and holding me so tightly, it’s hard to breathe. After a moment he releases me, but slides to his knees. Gazing up at me, he presses his thumb on my clit and kisses my thigh. I drag my fingers through his hair believing it’s over, but Diego shows me I’m wrong when he pulls me close and locks his mouth over my clit. I arch my back, grinding into his face and lifting one leg over his shoulder. His tongue swirls over my throbbing nub until I scream out, clawing his shoulders and shaking from the intensity of my orgasm. Diego loosens his grip slightly as I gaze down at him, breathing hard.
“Julia…” It’s a whisper.
“Yes?”
“This… you… you are my altar. I worship at your feet.”
“Oh, Diego.” I cup his chin. “You beautiful man.”
“I love you.” His eyes tear up. “I love you so much.”
“I know.” I bend forward and kiss him sweetly. “I know and I love you. I can’t be without anymore.”
He shakes his head. “No, we can’t be apart. You’re part of me.” I sit down next to him, pulling his hands into mine. “I realized something today. Something important.”
“What?”
“After you left me I was in my office and I was examining how I felt about what we did.”
“In the confessional?”
“Yes. For five years the most important thing in my life was this.” He looks around the church. “I didn’t have anything else. I didn’t have anyone.” I nod, stroking his hand. “I
cannot tell you how many times I prayed that I could somehow see you again.” I brush my fingers over his cheek. “When I was struggling with drugs and partying and no direction in life, sometimes I would wonder how it all could’ve been different if something happened with us. If you hadn’t been torn away from me that day. I was so angry. I felt like no one in this world wanted me or loved me.”
“But I did.”
“You did.” A tear streaks down his cheek. “I didn’t know it, but you did. When you first came back, I thought why now. Why when I can’t have her, and I was angry again. But now I understand.”
“What?”
“It all had to be this way. I wasn’t prepared to be a man at sixteen. You were just a girl. We weren’t ready.”
“No.”
“I had to go through the shit I went through so that I could become something good. So that I had purpose and I cleaned up my life.”
“You did.”
“You grew up and had your life experiences. We’re ready now.”
“I think so, but your purpose…” I wipe his cheek. “I’m taking that away again.”
“No.” He shakes his head. “No, Julia. You’ve just strengthened it. My purpose is you. My devotion is to you. My life is for you.”
“Diego…”
“I believe in God, and I believe He is good and merciful and just.” I nod. “I don’t believe that He would give you to me twice only to tear you away again. I believe you came to me when I was just a boy so that I would become a man. Something inside of me knew I had to get my life together for you. I believe you came back to me so I could be your man.”
“What does this mean?”
“It means I’m ready now. I want to live my life with you openly. I want all the things romantic love is. I won’t lose my second chance.”
My tears fall freely now. “Are you sure you won’t resent me? You love being a priest.”
“My love for you exceeds everything. I could never be happy now without you. Look at what I’ve done. I made love to you in this sacred place because to me, our love is sacred. I’m not ashamed. I will never resent you for being everything I’ve ever wanted. If you accept me, I am yours, Julia.”
I openly sob and Diego pulls me into his arms. He strokes my back, rocking me back and forth. We sit like this for several minutes, until I can calm down. When I look up, his eyes are still glossy.
“I accept you.”
Diego exhales slowly. “That’s good.” We both laugh. “I’m going to seek advice on how to handle this with grace and integrity. Together we’ll figure out our future.”
“I’m proud of you, Diego. I know this is probably the hardest decision you’ve ever made.”
“It’s not. It’s easy. I have you and I don’t need anything else. I can’t promise you a life of luxury. I don’t know what I’ll do for a living after this, but I know we’ll make it work.”
“I don’t care about money. We’ll always have enough.”
“We will.”
“You’re a wonderful priest, Diego. You’ll be missed here.”
“I just fucked my girl on the altar of my church. Not so wonderful maybe.” He winks. “But I do believe in redemption. I don’t know if God judges me for what we did here. In some ways, I think sexual pleasure is a gift from Him.”
“Can I be honest?”
“Of course.”
“I think a lot of this stuff is…” I twist my lips. “I don’t want to be disrespectful, but a lot of the rules and beliefs people follow were just created by men in power to keep us in line.”
“I know you believe that, but these things can be comforting for people in need. It was for me.”
“I get that, but I don’t feel bad for what we did here. It’s a beautiful room. If you truly believe in God, then He’s everywhere, right? He’s upstairs in your apartment, He’s in mine, He’s in the nightclub down the street, He’s in the brothel. What difference does it make?”
Diego smiles. “It doesn’t. That’s why I don’t feel bad. I don’t think you and I are so far apart in our beliefs.”
“Maybe not. It’s just that my parents are die hard Catholics, but my father could never show us any affection or warmth. He could never be kind. All he did was push and push, but he sat in that front row every Sunday presenting us as the perfect family when Katie and I were miserable.”
“Happens a lot. Not everyone lives the word even though they might believe it.”
“Yeah, well it’s hypocritical and it makes me sick. I don’t think my mother is happy but she stays because she’s a Catholic and she’s submissive. She let him push us around. He pushes her around too.”
“But he was never abusive?”
“No. Just cold.” I look down at our entwined hands. “They adopted Katie because my mother was told she couldn’t have children, but then a year after they got her, she was pregnant with me. You would think they would’ve treasured us, but it’s like they had kids because that’s what married people do.”
“More common than it should be.”
“Right. Anyway, their forced religion down our throats was ridiculous. They never kissed or laughed or hardly even talked. I still remember when we walked into that reunion he told us to act like we were polite. That’s what it was. An act.”
“I should’ve fought for you, but I wasn’t brave enough then.”
“No, you were right what you said. Everything had to happen the way it did.”
Diego nods, then gazes into my eyes. “Want to go up to my room and talk until the sun comes up?”
“Talk?” I wiggle my eyebrows. “Is my penance over so soon?”
“You have nothing else to be punished for.”
“I’m sure I could come up with something, Father.”
Diego laughs. “I like the way you think.”
∞∞∞
I roll over but the space beside me is empty. When I sit up, Diego is entering the room carrying two mugs.
“Caffé, angelo mio.”
“Grazie, padre.”
“Hmm, I think I like it when you speak Italian.”
“I definitely like it when you do.”
“I have mass in a bit.”
“Yeah. I think I’ll skip it this week if that’s okay.”
“Of course.”
“I want to support you, but I don’t want to be a hypocrite.”
“Because of what we do together?”
“No.” I shake my head. “Because I don’t buy into it.”
“Fair.” He sits on the edge of the bed and hands me a mug as he kisses me. “It’s early.”
“I’ll go before people see me.”
“Or you can stay here.”
“It’s okay. I’d like to spend some time with Erika.”
“Okay.”
“Will you come visit later?”
“Would you like me to?”
“Yeah.”
“Then I will.”
“Okay then.” I sip my coffee. “You smell good. I like your body wash.”
“Thank you.” He pulls open his robe, revealing his body. “Freshly shaved.”
My eyes go directly to his cock. “Lie down.”
His eyebrow goes up? “Why?”
“I have something I want to do.”
“Okay.”
“Trust me?”
“Completely.”
“Good.” I set my coffee on the nightstand and take his mug as he lies down on the bed. Rising to my knees, I climb between his legs and then push them up so that his knees are near his ears.
“What are you doing, Julia?”
“Worshipping.” I bed down and drag my tongue between his legs all the way along his crack and back up again. He exhales sharply. “Good?”
“Oh shit.”
“You like it?”
“It’s fucking fantastic.”
I grin. “First time?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Mmm, well, enjoy then, Father.”
/> I bury my face again, sucking his balls, licking his entrance and dragging my tongue up and down his shaft. I spread his legs and push my tongue inside of him and the low moan he releases causing a swoosh of heat between my legs. I move up, sucking his cock into my mouth, but fingering his opening. Diego breathes hard, holding his legs under his knees and slowly grinding against my mouth. I roll over onto my back.
“Father?”
He sits up. “What?”
“Fuck my mouth.”
“Jesus, woman.”
“Please.”
Diego straddles my face and drags his balls over my face so I can lick his asshole again. I spread his cheeks, tickling him, before sucking and licking the rest of him. When I open my eyes, he’s gazing down at me with hooded eyes. I prop myself up a little so I can get more of him in my mouth and he goes at me as soon as I do, furiously fucking my mouth. He grips my shoulders to steady himself, sliding his cock in and out, in and out.
“You’re so hot, Julia. So fucking hot.”
I pull my head back. “I need you to come so hard, Father. I need it all over me.”
He shakes his head without saying anything, but intensifies his actions. I slide down enough to get to his ass again, and he helps me by lifting a leg. “Fuck!”
“Mmm, so good.”
Diego strokes his cock while I eat his ass. When his leg muscles tense, I know what’s coming so I stretch back so he can release all over me. He comes hard, shooting warm liquid straight out. It showers down on me, my face, my hair, my chest. He looks down at me, rubbing his cum into my tits with the head of is cock.
“You are out of this world.”
I smile. “So you liked it?”
“Liked it? I’ve never come so hard in my life. I don’t want to know how you learned to do that, but I’m glad you did. That was phenomenal.”
“I can’t tell you how hot it is to watch you get off.”
He grins, pulling me upright by the wrist. “I’ll repay the favor later. Count on it.”
“Ooh, you’ll eat my asshole, Father.”
He shakes his head. “You are something else. So demure and sweet on the surface, and a dirty talking fuck machine under it.”
“I feel inspired. I’ve held back a lot in life trying to be the good girl, but always falling short anyway.”
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