8. Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Roman
A s I make my way down the corridor to the office space Father Kevin left behind, I can’t help but notice the eeriness of the cathedral this late at night. I peer through the open blinds that hang over the glass window that is embedded into the heavy wooden door. I see the picture of Mary Magdalene guarding the room as I fumble around in my pocket for the keys Father Kevin left for me. I step inside, David's words still resonating long after our conversation ended.
I thought Kevin would’ve told you everything.
Trying to figure out what David could’ve meant, I start rummaging through the cabinets, eventually finding a folder full of bank statements and invoice slips for Saint Michael’s. Laying the bank statements across the desk, the name on the signatory line next to Kevin Dowe’s immediately grabs my attention.
David Faulkner
Managing Partner | Faulkner thy will be-"
Her moan of release echoes through the speaker, and I’m unable to hold mine off any longer. Biting my bottom lip, my own release sends cum jetting towards my lower stomach in violent spurts. I keep my hand wrapped around my length, coaxing wave after wave of pleasure from my flesh. A warm, peaceful sensation courses through my body as I work to control my ragged breathing. I can hear Eden through the speaker still, the sounds coming out of her leading me to believe she’s experiencing something similar.
I grab a tissue from my nightstand, cleaning up my release, my cock still somewhat hard. I imagine it wouldn’t take much to get me going again.
"You were right," She whispers after a few moments. "Your suggestion did help ease the pain, Father. Sleep well.”
She ends the call abruptly. I stare down at the black screen on my phone, wondering if I should call her back. I wasn’t completely convinced that there wasn’t more she needed to talk about.
Before I can place my phone back on the nightstand, the screen lights up with a notification.
One unread notification from: Eden Faulkne r
Tapping on the notification, I sit up in my bed, nearly dropping my phone, my eyes plastered on the image in front of me.
It’s a picture of Eden, wet hair and all. She’s licking the side of one of her glistening fingers, her eyes lowered as she looks at the camera. The peaks of her perfectly round tits and delicate light pink nipples are cut off at the edge of my screen. My mouth begins to water as I trace a finger over the image of her curves.
A single line of text appears after the photo.
Following up with the single text, she gains the upper hand.
Your move Father.
The screen fades back to black moments later.
Eden Faulkner.
Has the devil himself sent you to test me?
1 Peter 5:8: "Be sober-minded; be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour."