Chapter 14

CHAPTER 14

THOMAS

“ W hat?” she said, her eyes wide as I took another step toward her. Heat raced up my spine and rage cinched around my heart as I curled my fists, trying to control my anger.

She took several steps back.

“I said, I own your pleasure. No one else.” My words came out through gritted teeth as I paced closer to her, and she moved in between pews like that could save her.

“But... my boyfriend…he and I have done... it… we’ve had sex, of course, over the summer. You need to understand, I’m not as sweet and innocent as my mother thinks I am.”

Her eyes were darting all over the room, but I didn’t think she was lying to me. I thought she’d had a boyfriend, or maybe she still did, but there was no way he could make her feel the way I did. There was no way that he could have made her come on his fingers the way I had. When I made her come, it took her by surprise. She was wound so tight only a few strokes had her shaking for me.

If he could satisfy her the way I did, then she wouldn’t have been so easy to manipulate. She wouldn’t have welcomed my touch so readily.

“I don’t think you’re telling me the truth,” I said.

“No, I am. I swear I have a boyfriend. His name is Raul.”

She kept moving away from me, almost tripping over her own feet as she refused to turn her back on me and run. All I had to do was take long, controlled steps and the distance between us never changed. It made me think of a mouse trying to get away from a cat that was much larger, much faster, and much more agile.

“I don’t believe you,” I said. “If you had a boyfriend, why did you so willingly open up those pretty little thighs for me?”

Her eyes darted around the church as if she was waiting for someone to come and either save her, or maybe catch me in the act.

There was no one else in this church. Every priest here loved playing bingo with the nuns, so when I volunteered to stay back, they were all too eager to head out. No one was going to overhear us, no one was going to come save her from my wrath.

“I… it was a mistake.”

“It was a sin,” I countered. “So tell me about this boyfriend. Can he make you come the way I do?”

“His name is Raul?—”

“You said that already.” I took another step toward her, and she moved from the end of one pew to another one on the other side of the aisle.

“Well, it is, and I think I love him.”

“You think?” I didn’t bother to hide the smirk on my lips. “Are you not sure? Where did you and Raul meet?”

“We’ve known each other for a while,” she said, hitting the back of her knee on one of the wooden dividers, wincing as her thigh brushed against the edge of the pew. I wondered if the cut on her thigh was still bothering her.

“Oh, how long?”

“We knew of each other as kids, his family—" She cut her words off like it was some kind of secret.

“His family what?”

She didn’t say anything more, just kept glancing around the room, searching for someone to save her. Or maybe she wasn’t looking for salvation, maybe she was in search of something else?

Her little revelation definitely had me in search of something else.

Her not being a virgin ruined my plan. I was just going to take her virginity, start a rumor about her having sex with someone. It was something that others would forgive but would still tarnish Mary Quinn’s perfect family image. I was going to be nice about it, get this pretty little angel addicted to my cock, make her think I was the only one that could give her that feeling, build her up, over and over, give her the praise that she got nowhere else. Then start the rumors.

It was going to end in a spectacular explosion of Rose admitting publicly that she’d had sex, and then Mary Quinn going off on a rampage.

Her having a boyfriend complicated things. I did not appreciate complications.

“What does he do for a living? What does his family do?” I asked, prying into her life, trying to find out who this boyfriend was and if there was a way to rid myself of this unwelcome complication.

“He and his family are gardeners,” she said, sticking out her chin, like somehow fucking the lower class made her stronger and defiant.

“Gardeners?”

“At our home and our Hampton estate. I don’t look down on them just because of what they do.”

“Why would you? It sounds like honest work. No, I don’t see you ever looking down on a man for that, but what would your mother say? You know I’m honor bound to tell her. It was different when you were my dirty secret, but now learning you have one of your own?” I tsked. “Bad girl, you are just such a filthy little sinner, aren’t you? Leading many men into temptation.”

“No, it’s not like that. I love him.”

“Do you? Just a moment ago, you only thought you loved him.”

“No.” Her chin went back up in the air. “I love him. He’s the only man I’ve ever been with and we’re planning on eloping.”

“Oh, is that so?”

That would never happen. I refused to allow that to happen. Rose was going to be ruined, but on my terms. Fiery, white-hot rage flooded my veins. I thought about another man’s hands, the dirty, calloused hands of a gardener, touching her perfect flesh.

“Yes, we plan to run away together after the New Year.”

“And how many times have you and Raul had sex?”

“What? That’s none of your business.” Her eyes were round with shock, and the tops of her cheeks turned that delicious pink color as she kept winding through the pews, in and out, trying to keep away from me. Even her knuckles were turning white from her grip on the polished wood.

“I think it is my business. After all, I felt how tight your little cunt is. You’re lying to me.”

“No, I’m not lying. He’s just not that well—” She clamped her hand over her mouth to stop the words coming out and I couldn’t help the laughter that tore through my body.

My God, that poor man, even a virgin knowing that you had a tiny dick.

“It’s because we only had sex once,” she corrected.

“I’m sure. And how many times did you get down on your knees and suck his cock?”

“What? I?—”

That was enough of an answer for me.

“And did he make you come on his fingers like I did?”

“No, I?—”

“Did he at least eat your pussy until you screamed his name?”

She didn’t answer, but her eyes darting to the floor told me enough.

“So then, what makes you think it’s love? What makes you think that this gardener, with his tiny dick, can ever keep you happy? Why would you give everything up for a man that you clearly don’t love and who can’t satisfy you?”

“I didn’t say he couldn’t?—”

“Actually, you did. You said it when you opened your legs for me and let me pet you. If you loved him, you would have never let me that close. You said it again when you got on your knees like a good girl and sucked my cock like your life depended on it. You can lie to yourself all you want, but if you loved him, you wouldn’t have even come here.”

“I—no, that’s not?—”

She was stammering again, still backing away from me, nearing the back of the church. I pushed her along toward the confessional, letting her think she might have gotten away from me while driving her deeper into the trap.

I hated I wasn’t the first man to fuck her, but maybe there were some advantages to her not being a virgin.

If her innocence had already been taken, even by a small-dicked little gardener, then that opened up far more opportunities. I didn’t have to be gentle with her. Seducing her would not take nearly as much time because she wasn’t innocent. Did I even have to go for seduction?

Or could I just bend her over and fuck her? I intended to guide her slowly to my bed, leading her to think she loved me, that I loved her, and then being so sweet while I destroyed her reputation. But it seemed like none of that was needed, so maybe I could just bend her over and take my frustrations out on her tight little body.

“So tell me, little pet. Why are you here?”

“To tell you that what happened before can’t happen again.” She took a step out of the last pew and a few more steps back. She hit the wooden door of the confessional booth.

“Is that so? I have a phone, you could have sent a text message,” I pointed out. “Or are you here to play with me? Did you want to see the look on my face when you told me that your pleasure already belonged to another man? Were you here to tell me that not only had you lured me from my vows with sins of the flesh, but you also made me a thief?”

With her back to the confessional door, there was nowhere for her to go. I stepped up to her, pressing my body to hers, bracing my arms on either side of her head, caging her in.

Her gorgeous emerald eyes were wide with fear and panic, her lush pink lips opening and closing while she searched for something to say.

“Careful, little angel, keep opening and closing those lips like that and I’m going to give you something to wrap them around,” I whispered against the delicate skin of her neck.

She could deny me all she wanted, but I saw the way her pupils dilated, the way her skin tightened and her lips parted on a gasp.

She wanted this; she wanted me. More importantly, I took what I wanted.

I brushed my thumb over her bottom lip, pressing it into her mouth, and no matter what she said, her lips still latched on as she licked at my thumb.

“You’ve been a very bad girl,” I said. “Do you know what happens to bad girls?”

She shook her head, my thumb still between her lips.

“They seek forgiveness in the confessional. By confessing their sins and atoning for them, they get washed clean.” I ran my thumb down her chin to her neck, and over the buttons of her light-pink trench coat.

“Do you want to be forgiven?” I asked, my fingers untying the belt at her waist.

“Yes, please,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Do you want to be my good girl again? My little angel?”

“But… I told you I have?—”

“You have a sinful relationship with a man who can’t even pleasure you properly. A man who doesn’t know how to take care of you, who leaves you aching and touch-starved and probably does not know what he’s doing.”

I slipped my hand in her coat, her dress underneath made of a silky chiffon-type material that no doubt hung off her curves, giving just a hint of her shape underneath. My hand traveled up from her waist over her dress to her breast, where I squeezed gently, pinching her nipple between my thumb and finger.

Her lips opened on a gasp. I took them, claimed them as my own as I gave her a deep, aching kiss.

“Does he make your body purr the way I do?” I whispered against her lips when I broke the kiss.

She shook her head no.

“Are you willing to do whatever it takes to earn my forgiveness?”

She didn’t answer, and I pinched her breast a little harder. “Or do I need to tell your mommy to check the security footage of you in the garden over the summer?”

“I want to be forgiven,” she said.

“Good. Do you know the words to confess?”

She bit her bottom lip as I continued to grope her breast through her dress.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” she started. My hand trailed down her body, stopping only to grab her ass and turn her around.

“No, not until you are in the confines of the confessional box.” I opened the door, and she took a step inside. I didn’t let her go, instead I followed her in and slid her coat off her shoulders, throwing it outside of the confessional onto the nearby pew.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“You don’t get to just say the words, angel. That isn’t how this works. Atone for your sins. You have to pay for them.”

The dress she was wearing was a beautiful ice blue, almost white. It gave her a pure, innocent, virginal look. Since I knew that was a lie, I didn’t feel bad when I grabbed either side of its neck and ripped it down the front. Exposing more of that simple white cotton underwear that had been haunting my dreams.

“What are you doing?” she shrieked.

I ignored her protest and turned her around again. My hand rested on her surprisingly round ass, and I considered for a moment taking off those cotton panties, but I kept them in place… for now.

“Say the words,” I demanded.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been four months since my last confession.”

“Was your last confession before or after you lay with a man outside of wedlock?” I asked as I put my hands on her lower back and ran them up her smooth, delicate skin, appreciating the surprisingly deep curves of her lithe little body.

“Before,” she admitted.

“So you are still carrying the sin of fornication,” I stated. “You let that sin stain your soul for this long?”

“Yes, Father,” she said as her skin reacted to my touch, goosebumps prickling up over every inch my hands slid over.

She was so responsive. I didn’t know how that pathetic, common man thought he was worthy of such a goddess, and how he could have touched someone so perfectly primed yet he couldn’t make her come.

“Tell me all of your sins, angel,” I said as I pushed her shoulders down, bending her at the waist.

Fuck, I knew her ass was perfect; it was high and round, with just enough give. But even I couldn’t imagine the perfect peach that faced me as I bent her over.

My cock was hard the second she came into the church. Now I could feel it throbbing with need.

No one had ever affected me like this, and I didn’t like that she had this power over me. But who was I to turn down such a gift from God?

“I have used foul language both in my head and aloud. I have lain with a man who I didn’t marry, and I have let another man touch me when I was not his to take.”

As she talked, I ran my hand from the base of her spine down her white-cotton-covered ass to the damp spot over her pussy. At least I knew I wasn’t the only one affected.

She gasped as I pressed my thumb against her panties to rub her clit.

“Why did you lie with the man before marriage? If you intended to elope, why not wait until the night of, or run away sooner?” I asked, pressing my thumb into her more firmly.

“I don’t know,” she said.

“Do not lie to me in the confines of the confessional,” I growled, placing a sharp smack on her ass, loving the way it shook.

“Because… I wanted to,” she said.

“You wanted to? Does that make it okay in your eyes? If you want something, you take it?”

Part of me wanted her to say yes. I wanted her to admit that when she wanted something, she could take it. I did. Everyone who grew up with our families did. I wanted her to be different enough to at least own it.

“No,” she said. “But I wanted control over one thing in my life. I wanted to decide who I gave myself to for the first time. There is no way I could let whatever man my mother deemed worthy to be the only one to ever touch me.”

There it was. The little streak of defiance in my angel. My God, it was glorious. It needed to be encouraged.

“Tell me, what other sins have you committed?” I wound one of my fingers under the gusset of her panties, just brushing her bare lips. I never understood why women pretended to be virgins and still got their bodies waxed regularly. But I loved knowing that her cunt would always be ready for me.

“I have had impure thoughts.” Her voice shook.

“Tell me,” I demanded.

“I have had thoughts about a man, a man I shouldn’t be thinking about, let alone… tempted by.”

“And what are these thoughts, little angel?” I slid two fingers into her, her body immediately accepting them, but still squeezing them tight like a glove. She may have technically not been a virgin, but she was still as tight as one.

“I dream about a man, one who forces me to my knees to do things I know I shouldn’t. But I’m powerless to stop him.”

“And why are you powerless?” I asked, withdrawing my fingers, taking out my cock, pulling her panties aside.

“Because he leads me into temptation, and I’m eager to follow.”

I pushed inside of her, and she gasped, and I let out a groan of satisfaction. Had anyone ever felt so damn good?

I didn’t know if it was due to the sacrilege of fucking her in the confessional, the risk of anybody being able to open those doors and catch us in the act, the knowledge that I was taking my enemy’s daughter, or the knowledge that even though I wasn’t her first, I was going to be the one that ruined her.

“Oh God,” she moaned, her hand going to the back wall and bracing herself as I fucked into her hard and fast, letting the anger of the last few days push me on.

The anger of having to deal with her mother, my father, the rage that she had let someone else touch her, all of it urged me on to fuck her harder, faster. I was ruthless and demanding.

My little angel not only took it, she arched her back, angling her hips so I went deeper, and stretched her further. She was reveling in the depravity as much as I was.

“Say it again,” I demanded.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”

“Again,” I demanded, slapping her ass.

She repeated the words over and over, practically screaming as I pumped into her.

She came apart on my cock, once, then twice. When she got to her third orgasm, I couldn’t hold back. It was like a brand was forced into my lower back as I filled her with my seed.

When it was finally over, I stepped back covered in sweat, her panties ruined as I placed them back over her cum-filled cunt. I helped her up and turned her around. Her pupils were still blown wide, but her lids were heavy. This was the look of a satisfied woman.

Her skin had a dewy glow, and I couldn’t help kissing her lips softly.

“Are you ready for your penance, angel?”