26. Father Alexander
Father Alexander
With the phone in my hand, I stare down at Celine and try to keep my composure. Hearing her talking on the phone, saying my name, changes my original plans for coming in here. I wanted to see her to tell her that I’ll be leaving to visit my mom and then fuck her, but that isn’t going to happen.
She looks up at me like a scared little deer because she knows she is in trouble, and behind her pretty eyes, I can see her thoughts churning as she tries to figure out how to make this situation better.
Dropping my gaze from hers to the phone in my hand, I turn and gently set it down on the dresser.
“Were you talking about me… about us?” I take a moment before my body pivots in her direction, still keeping my eyes on the floor.
Celine hesitates, “No.”
I let out a hollow laugh, my focus remaining on the ground, and I clasp my hands behind my back. “Lying is a sin, Celine.”
She doesn’t respond. I take the moment of silence to slowly walk towards the bed and step in front of her. Her scared expression hasn’t changed, but as I hover over her and lift my finger to trace the neckline of her dress, her breath stutters.
“Do you understand that?” I keep my tone steady.
Her face falls forward to look where my finger is teasing her skin, and then I see her eyes lift to the bulge in my pants. With her attention turned away from me, I grip her face, my palms squeezing her cheeks together as I tilt her head up, forcing her attention back to me.
Leaning forward, I ghost my lips over hers. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” she responds quickly, and when I see movement below me, my eyes glide down to see her pressing her thighs together.
“Hmm,” I hum, pleased with her response.
I let go of her face and begin to step back when she reaches for my belt buckle. In a swift move, I wrap my hand around both of her wrists, causing her breath to hitch, but not from fear this time, but from need.
“Let me be clear, any sins you make, you must confess. And you, little sin, are notorious for misbehaving. But if you want me to stay, you will follow my rules.”
She nods eagerly.
“When I ask you a question, you will answer truthfully, and if you do, you will be rewarded. But if you lie, you will be punished,” I explain, to which she nods again. “And since I am a priest, and you are confessing to me, you will only address me as Father Alexander.”
Her eyes widen at what I just demanded. I let go of her wrists, letting them fall to her side, and I kneel to lift her dress. When I do, Celine willingly spreads her legs to show me the mess she is already making between her thighs.
And it’s in this moment that I realize she will do whatever I want her to.
Sliding my hand up her leg, stopping at the apex of her thigh, she squirms for me to touch her where she wants it the most, but I don’t.
“So, I’ll ask again.” I lift my eyes to hers, tediously drawing circles against her thigh. “Do you understand that lying, especially to a priest, is a sin and cause for punishment?”
“Yes, Father Alexander.” She leans back on her elbows, spreading her legs further apart. “Please, punish me.”
Removing my hand, I abandon her thigh and straighten for a moment before lifting my knee to the bed, causing Celine to scoot back. Once her body meets the wall, I press my lips to her forehead.
“Do you remember what happened this morning?”
“Of course.” She blushes. “How could I forget?”
“Did you enjoy it?” I kiss between her brows and then the tip of her nose. “Having my cock inside of you?”
Her breathing quickens at the memory. I move my lips to her cheek, exploring her with my mouth gently before moving to her neck, and down to her chest, but pause my movements until she answers.
“Yes,” she responds breathlessly. My eyes dart to hers, waiting for her to correct herself. “Yes, Father Alexander.”
My lips stop right at the top of her breast, and then I push myself back until I’m off the bed.
I stand before her, taking in how beautiful she looks lying in her white gown.
Her cheeks are reddened with a naughty yet impatient expression spreading across her face, as if she’s waiting for me to rip her dress off and devour her.
As much as I want to, and I really want to, she hasn’t earned it yet. And I still am holding onto a sliver of my will-power, and today is not the day I’m letting that go. Because I want her to feel what I felt when I caught her gossiping about our intimacy.
Betrayal.
“You promised me you wouldn’t tell anyone about our secret.” I lean down, grabbing her ankles and yanking her towards the edge of the bed. “I don’t like it when someone breaks their promises.”
Dropping to my knees, I push the hem of her dress up until it meets her thighs and wait as Celine lifts for me to push it up the rest of the way.
“You’ve been bad, Celine.”
Her head bobs in agreement as my grasp on her legs tightens, because being in this position, seeing how wet she is, is making it harder to resist.
Taking a deep breath, I center myself and ask, “Do you have something you’d like to confess?”
“Yes, forgive me Father—” she shivers as my hands slide up her thighs—“for I have sinned.”
“Go on,” I demand, inching my hand closer to her bare pussy because of course she isn’t wearing underwear.
“I broke the promise I made to you,” she answers truthfully, keeping her word, so I allow my thumb to slowly circle her clit.
Her back arches at the touch, and her chest moves rapidly as she shuts her eyes.
“And what promise was that?”
She wets her lips, opening her eyes to meet my gaze. “I promised I wouldn’t use the phone again.”
I add more pressure to her clit, drawing out a small, strangled sound. “And what other promise did you break?”
“That I wouldn’t tell anyone about what we’ve been doing.”
I move my thumb faster as a reward for her answer. “Who did you tell about us?”
“My—my friends.”
“Your friends?” I ask, stopping my thumb to use my fingers to spread her open and flattening my tongue against her.
Fuck. She melts in my mouth, and it takes everything in me to pull myself away until she responds.
“Yes, but they won’t tell anyone.” I taste her again, groaning at how delicious she is.
Celine threads her fingers through my hair to keep me where I’m at, but I find her wrist and rip her hand away, backing my head up.
“No, no, no…” she begs. “Keep going, please. I’m sorry! I won’t touch you again.”
“You’re sorry?”
“Yes.” She nods.
“Prove it,” I order.
“What do you want me to do?” She sits up straight. “I’ll do anything.”
With her wrist still in my hand, I stand up and slowly undo my belt. I shove my pants down and take my cock out. Celine is practically salivating at the sight of precum leaking from the tip, and if that’s what she wants, then that’s what she’ll get.
Bringing her forward, I wrap her hand around my length. “Stroke it.”
She begins moving her hand, so I remove mine and toss my head back with a low moan. Her hands are so smooth and feel like fucking magic as she works me. When I feel her tongue lap up the bead of precum, I snap my head forward.
“You want me in your mouth, little sin?”
“Please.”
“Just the tip. Keep your hand moving.”
Her perfect lips wrap around the head of my cock, and she starts sucking. The sensation is almost too much, but I don’t stop her. Instead, I position my hands at each side of her head to keep her from taking me any further.
The motion of her hand quickens, and her sucking becomes harsher, taking me closer to the edge.
“Fuck,” I curse, taking her hand off of me and replacing it with my own. “Open your mouth. Stick your tongue out.”
She obeys and just in time. I come all over her tongue, some of it covering her chin, which slowly drips down to her chest. I hold in my moans from the pleasure and the sight of the mess I made of her.
Celine takes all I give her, and as the last bits of me fall to her tongue, the corners of her mouth tug up into a smile.
“Swallow,” I demand, and she swallows everything. Lifting my thumb, I collect the cum on her chin, then her chest, and shove it into her mouth. “Every last drop.”
She sucks on my thumb eagerly for a moment before she backs her head away. I immediately drop to my knees again, and I waste no time diving between her thighs. My mouth attaches to her clit, sucking harshly as I push a finger inside of her.
Celine slaps a hand over her mouth, her body trembling as I add another finger. I suck harder and make my thrusts rougher. The sound of her arousal echoes throughout the room, and with the way her legs are beginning to shake, I slow the motion of my fingers and lift my head.
“One more question, Celine. Do you think you can answer it truthfully?”
“Yes,” she responds.
“Do you think you deserve to come?”
She swallows and nods. “Yes, Father Alexander. I do.”
My movements completely stop, and her face fills with confusion. I sit back on my heels, taking my fingers out of her wet cunt and cleaning off her arousal.
“Wait!” she says, shuffling to the edge of the bed as I stand up and put myself back together. “What are you doing? I didn’t finish?”
“I warned you, Celine.” I tilt her chin. “Bad girls who lie don’t get to be pleasured.” I drop her head, walking towards the door, but stop and peer over my shoulder. “Now we both broke a promise today. Guess we’re even.”
The shocked look on her face doesn’t falter as I grin and exit the room.