Chapter Six #3
“You just had the money but gambled it all away and spent it on hookers,” I scoff. “Don’t lie to me, Pastor. We keep tabs on everyone who owes us, especially when they don’t pay. I can’t say I was expecting this. I thought you’d be a bit more honest than most of the men I deal with.”
“I’m weak,” he admits. “We’re all sinners in our ways, and I’ve made mistakes, but I’m atoning for them. I’ll get your money. I just need more time.”
“I’ve given you enough,” I reply, coldly. “I’ve been gathering information and photos for quite some time now. If you don’t give me what you owe, I will expose you as my first step. You’ll never work as a pastor again. And believe me, things will get a lot worse from there.”
That’s tame compared to the many other things I have planned.
“Wait!” he cries out. “Don’t do that; I’m begging you. I know you better than you think. I have an offering. Not money, but something I think you’ll like even better.”
That catches my attention. “I’m listening.” I cross my arms over my chest, certain that nothing he could offer other than the money he owes would mean anything.
Then, a young girl walks toward us. Her hair is in soft curls, and she’s wearing a white dress.
Is this man really offering up this girl? Who is she? And why am I so tempted by her?
“My daughter,” the pastor says, grabbing her shoulders and holding her in front of him. “She’s a virgin, and she’s prepared to do anything you ask. She’s been raised to be obedient. I’ll give her willingly to you as her father.”
Something stirs within me, and I am tempted. I have an urge, a need, to corrupt something pure just like I was corrupted. I want to introduce her to my world. I want to see if she stays quite so pure.
“She’s pliable,” he continued, noticing my interest. “Only seventeen, and…”
My fantasies shatter. “Excuse me?” I snarl, now disgusted at myself and how I desired her. “You’re telling me she’s a minor?”
“Well, yes.” The pastor’s face goes red as he stumbles over his words. “Technically, but…”
“You’re offering up your underage daughter to me?”
What a glorious man of God.
“Some men prefer younger women.”
I laugh. “You think I’m a predator?”
I step forward and smash the man’s face against the podium in front of us. It’s such a quick movement and so random that he doesn’t have time to fight back. I hear a crack and know his nose is broken. He deserves it.
His face is bleeding when he looks at me again. His daughter cries out in horror and runs to her father’s side, clinging to him as he pushes her off.
“I won’t judge you. I don’t have the right to with all the horrible things I’ve done. I’ve barely got much of a conscience myself. But Pastor, even I have rules.”
“I can see it in your eyes,” he snarls, the blood dripping down his face and making him appear even more ominous.
“You want her; I can tell. You’re only projecting because you can’t face what’s under your mask.
You are the devil, and you’ve committed more sins than anyone.
You might as well indulge yourself. You’re already on your way to hell. ”
Something about the pastor’s words digs under my skin, causing rage to boil. Rage never stays inside for long though. It’s the one thing I must always release.
He shrinks as I move toward him.
“Please,” he begs.
I have no reason to show this man mercy. I grab him and throw him against a pew, causing it to tumble over with him. His daughter moves obediently to her father’s side, even though he’s just offered her to me, and I couldn’t be more disgusted.
“This is your final warning, Pastor. Make your payment. And consider asking God for forgiveness.”
“You need forgiveness much more than I do.”
I consider all the things I can do or say to him but decide silence is the best answer and walk out. His chuckle follows me out the door.
And it’s stayed with me ever since.
***
I’m often asked why our club is nicknamed Mercy. The truth is, there are a lot of monsters in the real world who would end up hurting people if they weren’t allowed to release those inner demons in a safe and controlled way.
Including me.
This club was meant to let people with those crazy inhibitions have a space to let themselves go without causing real harm to others or getting arrested.
All the women here are willing. There’s no rape, murder, or torture like these men might be inclined to do in the real world. But when I think of people like the pastor, I realize that monsters still roam the world, and nothing we can offer will stop them.
Am I one of them? The pastor was right: I’ve committed my share of sins. At the very least, it makes me someone who shouldn’t even go near London. She’s too pure for me, and too precious to touch.
The door opens, and Katia’s voice fills my ears.
“You should have been here before me.”
“I tried, but…”
“What do I hate, Katia?”
“Excuses.”
“Then you know I have to punish you?”
“Yes, sir.”
I don’t want her to say anything else. I want her to be a silent slave to my desires. I want her to be the woman I can touch in the way I long to touch London.
Katia is clever. She knows me in a way that others don’t. She’s picked up on my tone and cues. So, she doesn’t say anything else, she simply walks in and kneels in front of me like I’ve trained her to do.
Normally, seeing her in this position would turn me on. Today, I’m unbothered by it. Her breasts are nearly bursting out of the corset she wore to please me.
I just keep thinking of London, who was dressed far less seductively but was somehow much sexier to me than Katia has ever been.
I slowly sit up and look down at her. My eyes pierce hers, and I know she can see my inner demons waiting to get out, needing that release she gives me. Her skin prickles with chills. Her eyes dance with the thought of the pleasure I’ll give her.
Katia will consent to anything. I raised her to be my servant. Hers was the first pure soul I ever corrupted.
And she knows just what I like.
I stand. I push her to the floor in one swift movement. Just like that, I’m on top of her.
“Is everything okay?” The shock is still plain on Katia’s face. She looks uncertain, and I’d usually delight in that. Today, it brings me no pleasure. This is just something necessary.
I can’t hold it in any longer.
I put my lips to her ear and feel her shudder beneath me. I know I’m about to break her in a way I never have. I suspect this will hurt worse than any punishment I’ve doled out.
Katia can’t know the real reason why this must end, and how, after all these years and how well she’s served me, she just doesn’t do it for me anymore.
A lesser man wouldn’t care, but Katia and I have always had an understanding. As much as I need to scratch that itch, no amount of wishing will turn Katia into London.
No matter how much I wish it would.
Fucking hell.
I haven’t even had her yet, and she’s already making my blood boil.
“You’ve done well to feed me over the past several years,” I whisper. “Katia, you have satisfied me like no other. But I’m no longer hungry for you. My attention and focus needs to be on the club, as I’m sure you understand.”
I want… no, I need someone new. My inner demons want London.
And I refuse to deny myself.
Innocent or not, I want her to be mine.
I’m going to claim her for myself, consequences be damned.