Page 18 of Praise Me: Priest

Farrah

When the monsignor instructed me to remove my clothes and allow myself to be chained to Rune’s bed, I initially declined.

No. No, I can’t do it.

Why? Do you think he wouldn’t be able to withstand the temptation?

I didn’t know how to answer. I still don’t. If we were alone, there is no chance we’d make it through the full night without Rune rutting me. Both of us are aware of our highly potent attraction. But maybe he’ll overcome his needs while the monsignor observes?

Will I be able to overcome mine?

I’m ashamed to admit that…Ilikebeing chained to this bed, waiting for Rune to remove his priest’s robe and join me. I like the way my body looks in the firelight, my breasts crowned in rosy peaks, my sex a mysterious shadow between two smooththighs. Licked in fire. An offering. A helpless offering for my Daddy.

I’m trying very hard not to dampen myself, lest the monsignor sees.

Lest Rune sees me dripping in his honor and not be able to control himself.

But oh, my goodness, my flesh is sensitive, warmed by the fire.

Ripe. Ready.

And when Rune stands above me, his eyes black and starved, my body prepares itself with twice the fervor, my inner thighs prickling, ticklish, my tummy fluttering with anticipation of the unknown. Rune’s hands on my body. Sharing a bed with this man who has been my first and last temptation. And I his.

“What are you waiting for, Father McDaniel? Disrobe and join the girl in bed.”

His chest lifts and falls on a shudder, his attention riding up and over my body, his white-collar bobbing when he absorbs the sight of my sex, shielded only slightly by a dusting of red hair. I try not to have an outward reaction to his perusal, but my toes curl all on their own, my throat evaporating of moisture.

Looking like a man on the way to the gallows, Rune begins the process of removing his robe. He angles his body away from the monsignor and a moment later, it becomes clear why. He is stiff behind the zipper of his black pants. Incredibly so. His erection curves out of necessity, but I know from kneeling before him that once freed, it will stand up proudly, a swollen soldier of pleasure.

I’m not prepared for Rune to remove his shirt.

I could never be prepared to absorb the heft of him. The brawn. He’s naturally thick in neck and torso. Combined with his ample height, he reminds me of the men who fight for money in the town square. How ironic that a man with so much physicalstrength should pick a profession where none is required. Although, that could just mean he’s been storing it up for the right time. My theory would stand to reason after watching him lose his temper twice at the men who mistreated me.

Rune is a powder keg.

I’m the fuse.

He’s watching me react to the sight of his naked chest, his tongue skimming along his bottom lip, eyes glittering with untold emotions. Hunger.

“I’ll remind you of this bed’s squeaky springs,” says the monsignor, almost casually. “You’re the newest priest, so you have the worst bed. It’s fine for sleeping. But anything else…any movement would be rather difficult without someone hearing.”

Jaw clenched, Rune quickly sheds his pants and gets into bed, but not before I see the solid strength of his buttocks. The hard and hefty penis bobbing, straining at the front of his body. He gets in beneath the covers and turns on his side, facing me.

Analyzing my face.

“She can’t be comfortable like this,” he says, visibly concerned, his attention drawn to the bonds keeping me secured to the headboard. “At least unchain her.”

“I’m fine,” I whisper.

Rune is skeptical. “Butwhyis she chained? She’s a willing participant in your tests.”

Monsignor Hannibal looks a little devious surrounded by the firelight. “I’m a priest who is not tempted by the pleasures of the flesh, but I’ve taken a lot of confession. And I know a man’s mind.” He pauses. “Perhaps there is some psychological appeal to knowing shecan’treject you, even if she wants to. She can’t get away.”

Rune doesn’t like that at all. His thunderous frown says it all. “I’m starting to realize how many sick men there are in this town. Maybe everywhere.”

“I wouldn’t try and get away,” I whisper to him, longing for his body to press into my side so I can feel his heat. “It’s okay. I’m safe. I’m comfortable.”

“You heard the girl. She’s fine,” snaps the monsignor. “Now. You’re not going to be able to sleep, balanced on the edge of the bed like that. Get closer to her.”

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