Page 7 of The Perfect Bargain

“Yes, Sir.”

“Tell me more.”

I swallow, my throat tight. “I enjoy it. I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I crave their attention. I get excited, knowing I’ll see a client—knowing how they’ll look at me like I’m their entire world. I need that.”

“And what about them?” His voice is steady, probing.

“I think of them as a way out. A ticket to a better life.” I pause, my voice faltering. “But they’re more than that. I get lost in the way they touch me, the way they take me. I never thought I’d crave it like this—the way a man feels inside me. It’s like an addiction I don’t know how to fight.”

There’s a beat of silence, thick with tension.

“But you need to, my little sinner,” he says, his tone stern. The words send a thrill rushing through me, tightening every nerve. I’m caught in the push and pull—needing to repent, but wanting more.

“I know,” I whimper, my voice barely holding steady. “I don’t want to be a sinner, but the pleasure… it’s too good. I want to be worshipped like that forever.”

I lift my gaze to his, and God, he’s handsome. Younger than I expected—a priest shouldn’t look this young. He’s not in a robe, just a black long-sleeve shirt with the white collar, and jeans. The way he looks so normal, so… unholy, almost makes it easier to kneel naked before him.

“Show me what you do to them,” he orders, rising as much as the small space allows to unzip his jeans, freeing his erection. It’s long, thick, the tip pink and glistening. He wants me to take him into my mouth, and the thought sends heat coursing through me.

“Yes, Sir.”

I lean forward, my tongue darting out to taste him, a hint of salt meeting my lips.

“You like when they put their cocks in your mouth?” His voice is low, rough.

“Yes,” I murmur against him.

“Do it again.”

His command slices through the air, and I obey, sucking the head of his cock into my mouth. The deep groan that escapes him fills the small confessional booth, making me ache even more.

“More,” he demands, his voice tight with need.

I open wider, taking him deeper, as far as I can. His hips buck, driving his length farther down my throat. I gag, choking as he fills my mouth completely.

“Does it make you feel powerful?” His words are a dark growl, his hips rocking up to meet my lips, his cock hitting the back of my throat again.

I can’t answer—my mouth is too full, but I know he won’t let up until I respond.

“Tell me,” he insists, his words firm.

I pull back just enough to gasp out, “Yes.”

“That’s why you like it, isn’t it? Why you can’t resist.”

“Yes,” I pant, my lips sliding up and down his shaft, his tip brushing the back of my throat.

“Do you touch yourself after?”

“Yes.”

“You think about their hands on you? Their cocks inside you, filling you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Filthy girl,” he murmurs, his cock throbbing between my lips. “Do you like when they fuck you?”

“Y-yes,” I moan around him.

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