by Dani René
“Sit on my desk,” he grunts—rough and husky. I hop up, feeling the smooth, cool wood below my ass as I scoot beside his notebook, which has a pen engraved with his name. Reid Hale. “Look at me,” he orders, causing my gaze to snap up to his.
“Father Reid—”
“Listen to me, Sage. You’re too young for me. You’re innocent, sweet. I’m a bad man for even thinking about you. What happened yesterday . . .” His words trail off. His eyes drop to my dress, the hem slipping up my thigh as I swing my legs. The way his gaze burns through me tells me everything he’s saying to me is a lie.
“Aren’t priests meant to tell the truth always?” I ask.
“What?”
“Well, you keep denying this”—I gesture between us—“but I can see you want me. I mean, it’s so clear you’re dying to see what’s under my dress right now. Isn’t that right, Father Reid?” I question him, tipping my head to the side to regard him. Nothing can prepare you for desire. For need and want. It happens. Nothing like this is planned.
When I first walked into service six months ago and saw him for the first time, I knew I wanted him. It wasn’t a choice. I couldn’t deny it. I didn’t want to. As wrong and taboo as it is, I need it. Yes, he’ll get fired, they’ll probably burn him at the stake, but he can’t deny it or hide it. He wants me too.
“Sage—” I reach for his face. The scruff is a little longer than yesterday, and it tickles my palm.
“Do you think about kissing me, Father?” Our eyes meet in a blaze of yearning, but he doesn’t answer. “I think about you, about your touch, your fingers inside me,” I continue.
“You need to leave.” He rises from his chair, putting us at almost the same height. His voice lacks conviction, so I leap up from his desk and lean on my tip-toes. My mouth is so close to his, but I plant my lips to his cheek instead.
As soon as we make contact, the connection between us sizzles with the forbidden.
“Sage—”
“Please, Father Reid, I want this. I want you.”
“We can never have a relationship. I can’t be your boyfriend. Don’t you understand that? I’m committed to this life,” he responds. His voice is filled with frustration, so I question him.
“Are you? Committed? Priests leave the seminary all the time. If you wanted me. I mean, really thought I could be someone you could be with. Surely, this could work. I like you, Reid. I do.” His gaze pierces me deep, right to my core. I see it in his eyes. They shimmer with recognition. He does want me.
“You’re temptation.” I nod. He’s right. I am his temptation. Suddenly, his fingers are on me. His grip on my hips is painful as he tugs me closer to him. The hardness of his thick erection is pressed against my belly. “You’re a bad girl, Sage.”
“Would you like me to kneel and beg for forgiveness?” I ask coyly. My lips curling into a sinful grin.
“Yes,” he grunts out, his tone laced with lust. He pushes me down to my knees, then unbuckles his black slacks. “You’re going to repent, my dirty little girl,” he tells me as he palms his cock in the tight briefs. “And when you’re done, you’ll swallow every drop of my unholy seed.”
Reid
I’m losing control.
She’s the fruit of temptation.
I’m weak, just like Adam was, and I know as soon as I sink into her mouth, I’m going to hell. A one-way ticket, and there’s nothing that can save me. Her tongue swirls around the tip of my cock, causing a groan to fall from my mouth.
“Swallow me,” I tell her, and she does. Like a fucking pro, her mouth slides over my shaft, taking me deeper than any woman ever has. When I hit the back of her throat, she looks up at me. Her beautiful eyes shimmer with tears as I feel her throat constrict around the crown when she swallows. The movement is enough to have me coming, but I bite down on my lip to hold off. I want to savor this because I don’t know if it will ever happen again.
Perhaps I’m dreaming. Maybe it’s one of those vivid fantasies that feel real, but aren’t. When I grip her long hair in my fist, tugging her head back and forth, inadvertently fucking her mouth, I know it’s real.
Her delicate hands come up, gripping my thighs. The sounds of her gurgling on my dick echo around us in an erotic masterpiece. My body tenses when she cups my balls, holding them firmly in her delicate hand.
A knock on the door startles me from the pleasure shooting through every inch of my body. My ass finds the chair as I push Sage from my cock. “Stay under the desk,” I hiss at her. Her eyes are wide as she nods. I have a girl with plump lips from sucking my dick under my desk as I shuffle the chair in, hoping to hide my now softening hard-on.
The door opens, and I’m met with the vicar walking in. His expression happy, with a smile I meet with one of my own. “Father Reid, I’m sorry for barging in on you, but I needed to have a quick chat about the picnic coming up next week. The fundraiser will benefit the local community, and I’ll need you to help with the set up,” he tells me.
“Yes, of course,” I respond, my voice croaky. I’m about to stand when Sage tugs me out of my slacks and strokes my cock. I near enough jump out of my skin as her wet mouth envelops the crown of my shaft. “I . . .” My tone is raspy, and I have to clear my throat. “I’m always around, Vicar.”
“Great! I think we should tell the volunteers to be here at seven that morning. What do you think?” he questions, settling himself on the chair opposite my desk. My hand flies under the wooden top to grip Sage’s hair, holding her still. But the naughty little lamb doesn’t obey me. She continues her torture of sliding me into her throat.
“I can. We can. I think I need to . . .”
“You okay, Father?”
I nod before answering. “Yes.” Leaning back in my chair, I try to appear nonchalant, but I meet Sage’s teary gaze between my thighs. Her pink lips wrapped around the base of my dick has my release skittering down my spine and filling her mouth with jet after jet of hot semen.
“Great, I’ll let you get on with it.” He smiles, reaching out a hand to me, which I have to accept. He offers me one last grin before leaving me to punish my little lamb for being a very bad, dirty girl.
Once the door clicks shut, I’m up on my feet. She’s tucked me back into my slacks, thankfully, but I’m angry. I used to take chances before I joined the church. I used to do a lot of shit before I became a man of the cloth. Things like what Sage just did wouldn’t bother me, but I’m meant to be a new man. A better man. I reach for her arm, tugging her up from under the desk.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? What if we were caught?” I grunt in her face, causing her to flinch. It’s the innocence in her expression that stills me for a moment.
“I thought you liked the danger?” she questions easily. And I realize she’s right. I do. I fucking do. Every nerve in my body is alight with a spark I haven’t felt in a long time. That need to do things everyone deems as wrong. Memories flit through my mind of fucking a woman in public, the excitement of getting caught, having my dick sucked while she’s on the phone to her husband, sniffing cocaine from a woman’s cunt. Everything. I did it all.
“I do, but this . . .” I meet her beautiful gaze, the one that seems to look right through me. The one that somehow makes me a man and not a priest. It frees me from the shackles I’ve chosen for myself. I know if I spend more time around this girl, my whole world will come undone. It will unravel like a thread, inch by inch. And I’ll be left in the disaster I myself have caused. “I can’t do this, Sage. It’s wrong.”
“What? You can’t just shove me out of your life. Why do you deny what you feel for me?” she continues. Asking me things I don’t want to answer. She needs to leave. I can’t be around her without losing my focus. My mind should be on the church, on my job, but it’s not. Since I first saw her, since I touched her. It’s always been her.
“Sage, you need to find someone who can give you a life. Give you love,” I tell her, not meeting her gaze. I know if I look at her
, I’ll crumble. All my restraint will tumble to the ground, and I’ll do the one thing that will inadvertently shatter my world.
I’ll fuck her.
Sage
He doesn’t turn to me. He doesn’t afford me the honesty by looking into my eyes and telling me to leave. Anger bubbles through me. I don’t want to leave. I don’t want anyone else. I want him.
“Are you ever going to look at me?” I taunt. Taking a step closer, I feel the shudder running through him as my hand settles on his shoulder. His restraint is slipping. I can tell from the way his head shakes, his eyes trained on the floor, and his shoulders tighten with stress. I’m causing this. Sadness fills me then. It grips my heart, and tears spring to my eyes.
“Sage.” My name is a tortured whisper on his lips.
“I’ll go. But remember one thing, Reid; you’re still a man. It doesn’t matter what uniform you wear. And it doesn’t matter what promises you’ve made. Underneath it all is still a man.” My hand slips from his shoulder, and I leave him. Heading for the door, I blink, and a tear falls from my eye. Just one. We’re not breaking up—we weren’t dating—but I feel the ache in my chest just the same.
His taste is still in my mouth. I revel in it, knowing it will never happen again. I know it can’t. I’ve already done something so forbidden. My hand is on the doorknob when suddenly I’m pressed against the door. His hand comes out, flicking the key, locking us in the office.
“I am a man. But you, sweet lamb, are a bad girl. You want me to let loose on you?” he grunts in my ear, his body pressing against me. I don’t know what happened between me walking away to this moment, but my body responds to his. As if we’re magnetized.
“All I meant—”
“Tell me, Sage? Do you want me inside you?” His words aren’t dirty, but they ignite every inch of my skin. I’m ablaze with desire coiling deep in my gut. My clit thrums in anticipation. “Tell me, my little lamb. Do you want to find out how the big bad wolf devours pretty little things like you?” His voice is gruff in my ear, and I nod. I do. I need it.
His hands are on my hips as he drags me back toward his desk. He pushes me down wordlessly, my breasts squashed on the wooden top. Shoving my skirt over my hips, he grips the soft material of my panties and tugs. The ripping sound echoes around us, and I can’t stop the yelp that tumbles from my lips.
“Reid, I—”
“Quiet.” His order is husky, feral almost. Then he pushes my ripped panties into my mouth. “Open your legs,” he commands, and I do. I’m open to him, to his heated gaze, and I feel it trail over me. “Fuck, you’re perfect, Sage.” He growls my name, causing me to whimper.
I hear him shuffling around the room, but I can’t see what he’s doing. It’s only when I feel cool liquid dripping over my ass that I realize what he’s been about. The patchouli scent envelopes my senses. His hands caress and knead the flesh of my ass, thighs, and then his thumbs find my core.
“Look how wet you are. Do you like me touching you like this, dirty little girl?” he questions, but before I have time to respond, his fingers spread my pussy open, and his tongue laps at me. My fingers claw at the wood but find no purchase. My eyes shut tight as pleasure rockets through me like lightning striking me.
His mouth is sinful. His fingers are sacrilege, and the way he makes me feel is immoral. He spears his tongue into my core. Tongue-fucking me deeper and faster. I’m lost in pleasure when his finger finds my puckered entrance.
I want to cry out not there, but my words I muffled by the material in my mouth. And I have a feeling he would ignore me because he’s lost in a state of lust that I brought on. He continues circling it with the pad of his finger. His other fingers find my clit, pressing the hardened nub, sending me into orbit. The cry is lodged in my throat as my orgasm splinters through me, and I come apart on his tongue.
I’m just about coming down from my high when suddenly he’s gone, and in the next second, my body is impaled on his thick erection. He pulls out slowly, then slams back in.
“Dirty girls need to get punished,” he informs me before slapping the right globe of my ass harshly. The sting sends tingles through me, and I’m moaning and whimpering like a common whore into my panties. The left cheek gets the same treatment. “Do you want this, Sage? Is this why you taunted me?” he asks, but I can’t respond. My pussy tightens as his finger once again finds my lubed-up ring of muscle. The oil makes it slippery, and before I know it, his finger is inside me. He teases me open, pushing deeper and deeper.
I’ve never felt so full. So much pleasure. When he pulls the digit from my ass, he replaces it with something cold. I try to turn my head, but I can’t.
“Take it, my little lamb,” he grunts, his hips slamming me against the edge of the desk as he pushes something into my ass. Then it dawns on me what it is. A string of beads. A fucking rosary? “Every little bead will fill this pretty, tight hole,” he assures me, lust and desire thick in his tone.
When he finally stops, his hand fists my hair, tugging me up against his chest. He yanks the panties from my mouth, and his lips find mine. His tongue delves into my mouth, seeking my own. They duel, dance, and taunt each other. I suck on his tongue—taking it like I did his cock—which causes him to groan in pleasure, and I can’t help reveling in the fact that I’m giving him as much pleasure as he is giving me.
“Do you like me filling you, Sage?” he whispers against my lips.
“Every inch, Father Reid.” I use his moniker, which causes him to pull out and slam into me so deep I cry out. His hand wraps around my mouth as he continues to thrust into me. At this angle, his cock hits that one spot inside that has my toes curling and my nails clawing at the wooden desk.
My whimpers are muffled, but he can tell I’m close. He releases my hair, pushing me down as his body presses me onto the wood. His hips move lightning fast as he fucks me violently. Then he tugs the rosary beads from my body, and an orgasm so powerful rips through me, causing my body to shudder, and I cry out against his hand.
My pussy pulses around his length, pulling him in, pushing him out. Needing more. Needing less. And then I feel him thicken. But before he comes, he pulls out, and I feel the heat of his release on my ass. His grunt is basal, animalistic, and I love it.
We don’t move for a while. My body is too sore to even fathom standing up. My knees are jelly, my mind adrift with pleasure. Then his hands are on me. Cleaning me. He lowers my skirt, helps me into his chair, and I notice he’s already tucked into his slacks.
“That was . . . I mean, I’ve never . . . ,” he starts, but can’t find the words. I meet his gaze, offering him a smile. “Did I hurt you?”
“No. You gave me what I wanted.” And it’s true. I wanted him. The real him. The man beneath the collar. “Where do we go from here?” I ask, my heart thumping wildly in my chest. I don’t want him to tell me to leave. But I know he can’t ask me to stay.
“We, my sweet little lamb,” he says, cupping my face in his hands, “figure out how on earth we’re going to make this work.” With that, he plants a soft kiss on my lips, and my heart leaps in to my throat at the thought that he wants me.
When he pulls away, I meet his gaze dead on. “You mean . . . This . . . You want me?” He nods. His expression is serious as he watches me.
“I want you. In every way I can have you, Sage. I’ve wanted you for months. After today, I know this isn’t where I’m meant to be. This path I’ve been led down has brought me you. Now it’s time for me to choose.”
“And you choose me?” I quip, my lips curl into a happy smile.
“Why wouldn’t I? You’re as filthy as I am. You do realize you had rosary beads in your cute little ass. Right?” I swat him on the shoulder, my cheeks heating with embarrassment. “Don’t worry. Next time, it will be my cock.”
“You’ll have to catch me first.” I wink cheekily as I peek up at him.
His hands trail down my arms, over my hips, and he grips my ass in his big, strong hand
s. “Don’t doubt I’ll catch you, and I’ll keep you forever.”
Epilogue
4 months later
I was given a choice. When I weighed up my feelings, against what I’d done, there was only one thing I could do. It was her. It had always been her, and when I realized that, I knew I needed to make another change in my life.
Walking away from the church was an easy decision. Easier than leaving Sage. Life affords us all a fork in the road. It’s up to us to listen to our hearts. With her, I did.
“Reid,” her voice calls to me from the living room. Pushing off my chair, I head toward the open space. When I left the church, she was heading to college, and we decided to buy a small home in the city of Vancouver. It’s close to school for her, and I now work from home running my own security business. The only time I get into the office is when I’m needed for urgent meetings. Other than that, I have time to spend at home with Sage.
I’m also offering advice to those who are coming out of rehab. Working closely with social workers and psychologists, I’ve come to love what I do.
As soon as I enter the room, I find her on the floor, her hair in a messy bun on top of her head, and her long, slender legs on display. A pencil is stuck in her mouth, and the only thing I can think about is sliding my now-hardening cock between her plump lips.
“Can you help me with this essay? It’s been frustrating me, and it feels like I’m talking about the same thing in circles.” Her frustration is evident. Cute and alluring as only Sage can be.
“And what’s got you talking in circles, dirty girl?” I ask, using the nickname she’s earned. The feisty little minx is a sensual little toy when she wants to be. Her gaze darts up to me, and she smiles. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
