Page 6 of Praise Me: Priest

My muscles bunch painfully. I want to lay her back down and interrogate her about every second of her life leading until now, but I would only betray my fascination with her.

There. I admitted it. I’m fascinated.

Vastly.

To say nothing of this unholy attraction that has my loins in a knot.

“I know what I saw,” sniffs the monsignor. “I might be a man of the cloth, but I know what it looks like when two people are preparing to…to…copulate!”

Farrah’s flush deepens. “Oh no, Father—”

“That’s Monsignor to you.”

“Monsignor. I’m sorry. But—”

“That’s enough out of you, siren.”

I have no control over my reaction. One minute he’s calling her a name and the next, I’m rising to my full height, putting the older man in my shadow. “Refer to her by name or nothing at all, Monsignor. She is Farrah to you. Say it with respect.”

“You’re defending her after she plagued you with temptation? Now I’m ever more positive of what I saw!” He shakes his head. “I’ll be speaking to the cardinal about this.”

“Don’t.” This is serious. Very serious. An elder finding me in a compromising position with a girl ten years my junior. Preparing to give her oral sex while she licked her stolen chocolate. More than that, very possibly. But I can’t let him petition for my removal. Iwon’t.This is my calling and I’ve never had a problem abiding by my vow until now.Until her.“I am dedicated to the church. I am one hundred percent committed.”

I mean what I’m saying.

I wanted a life of purpose and piety after growing up in the presence of such physical excess. I found peace in my decision to be the lord’s servant, and I won’t give it up. And to have sex be my downfall would be the ultimate blow to my self-worth. My pride.

I’d be just like my twisted betrayer of a father.

“Please,” Farrah says, wringing her hands. “Don’t penalize him for helping me. If Father McDaniel hadn’t intervened, I’d have been at the mercy of the violent man who chased me. Father McDaniel is a true example of a man of God if I’ve ever met one. If a misunderstanding led to him losing his position, it would be a travesty.”

Add guilt to my list of sins for the day, because I allow the lie to be spoken without refuting it. After a few beats pass, however, I realize I must. I won’t be untruthful on top of my chief transgression of bald-faced lust. “Monsignor—”

“I have an idea,” he says, interrupting me. “I…the girl is so earnest in her plea, now I can’t be sure of what I saw, even if my gut tells me I saw fornication. Plain and simple.” He looks off into the distance, towards where the cathedral and rectory sit atop the hill. “We will bring the girl back to the rectory and perform a series of tests, so that I can be certain you’re not attracted to her. If you pass the tests, my conscience will be clear and I won’t feel duty bound to report this to the cardinal.”

Strings pull taut in my throat. “What kinds of tests?”

The monsignor doesn’t respond, his lips pressed in a stubborn line.

My attention is drawn to Farrah like a magnet and damn, I shouldn’t have so much anticipation stirring in my belly over the prospect of bringing her back to the rectory. Where I sleep. Where I shower and eat. My balls are pulling higher by the second, though, my cock full and hanging heavily, very sorely aware that it has never—and will never—be inside of a woman…although it just came very close to sinking between two thighs of a mouthwatering redhead who likes to giggle and flirt with me.

God, please give me strength.

“Can you spare a couple of days in the rectory, Farrah?” asks the monsignor, still looking at her in a way I don’t like. As if she’s beneath him.

“I’d have to inform my aunt…” she hedges. “But I’m still not sure what I would be doing there.”

“Simple. You’ll be tempting Father McDaniel, doing everything you can to break him. If he manages to withstand the temptation, I will be satisfied in his ability to be a noble priest.” He looks at me through thinned eyes. “I must say, my confidenceis shaken at the moment. It’s only fair that he works to get it back.”

“You want me to…tempthim? A priest?” Farrah breathes. “On purpose?”

If my erection gets any thicker, no tests will be necessary. Just thinking about what Farrah might do to tempt me is almost enough to force an ejaculation.

No.

You’ll fight the need.

You’ll withstand her.

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