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“I’m sweating because I’m frustrated that I am constantly having this conversation with you, Marta. I no longer look forward to spending time with you, as you inevitably bring up Dyana. You’ve become obsessed with her. I didn’t marry Dyana; I married you, so why do you insist on making her part of our marriage?”
His gaslighting and manipulation made me feel less guilty for what I was doing, but it did make me question if this was my fault or if he had always been this person. It just goes to show that no matter how Godly you are, everyone still has flaws. Nobody is perfect, not even a man of God. None of what was happening above the desk stopped me from continuing my mission beneath the desk. I needed Pastor Jeff in my corner beyond a shadow of a doubt, and this was how I would accomplish that task.
“I’m sorry, Jeff. I don’t mean to obsess over her, but shouldn’t the fact that I am, that she makes me and several others uncomfortable, mean something to you? She’s a stranger. I’m your wife. It should matter. You should care.”
“When I dedicated my life to God, I vowed to help all of his children, not just the ones my wife approved of,” Pastor Jeff replied icily. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have some work to do. Please lock the doors on your way out.”
His dismissal may have felt abrupt to Marta, but I knew it was because he was close to the edge. He had tried to push me away with his foot several times, but I wasn’t having any of it.
“Fine,” she replied. “Don’t forget about the meeting later.”
“I already told you I would be there. Nothing I do is good enough for you.”
Yeah, on principle, I felt less guilty about using this man for my needs. I didn’t particularly like his wife, but witnessing how he was toward her didn’t earn him any brownie points in my book. I was fully aware of how hypocritical that was.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” Marta sighed heavily. “I’ll leave you alone.”
I heard the lock on the door to the sanctuary, and then the main door opened and shut. As soon as she was gone, Pastor Jeff pushed back from his desk, dragged me out from under it, and grabbed my head. “As for you, little devil, I’ve had enough of your teasing.” He held my head still and shoved his dick back into my willing mouth. Regardless of how he treated his wife, I wanted this. I wanted it for this exact moment. When I get the good pastor to lose control, the more he loses control, the more I gain.
I moaned appreciatively as he fucked my throat.
“Is this what you want, Dyana? You like it rough? I’ll give you rough,” he growled as he increased his speed. He was already close to the edge before Marta left, so unsurprisingly, it only took a few more seconds of power thrusting until he held me down on his cock and spilled his seed down my throat with a guttural groan. If Marta were standing with her ear to his door, there would be no mistaking the sound for what it was.
I sealed my lips around his shaft as he slowly pulled himself from my mouth, capturing any cum that might be left on it. I licked my lips before smiling at him as he breathed heavily and returned my gaze. I could see the conflict swirling in his eyes.Deep behind it was disdain, whether for me, himself, or both, I couldn’t be sure. Perhaps his behavior has been my doing. Maybe I was the devil.
Pastor Jeff collapsed in his chair, and I crawled into his lap, snuggling in his embrace. “Sometimes, I don’t know what to do about you, Dyana,” he admitted after some time.
I leaned away from him so that I could meet his eyes. “Please don’t let them kick me out, Jeff,” I pleaded, calling him only by his name for the first time. “I have nowhere to go.”
He stroked my face and then slowly pulled my lips to meet his. After a sweet kiss, he pressed my head back to his shoulder and held me tightly. “I won’t. I promise you aren’t going anywhere. This is your home for as long as you want, which I hope will be a very long time because I’m not sure I could live without you anymore.”
I couldn’t honestly say that I shared his sentiments. I needed him, but for very different reasons.
When it was time for the meeting, I let the rest of the congregation settle in the sanctuary before sneaking into the back row to observe. I didn’t plan to speak up. Anything I said wouldn’t be as effective as what Pastor Jeff would say. He stood at the front of the sanctuary, near where we first had sex, and waited patiently for someone to speak up. He would make them speak first if they wanted to have this meeting.
A woman stood and turned so she could see everyone. When her eyes met mine, I saw the hatred in them and the surprise. Did they think they would have this meeting without mypresence? I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I wanted to know who my enemies and allies were.
“We all know why we’re here. Three weeks ago, we were doing just fine, and then Dyana joined us, and since then, everything has been off. We were once an open and trusting community, and now, more and more whispered conversations are held in the dark. All of them are about how Dyana does not belong with us. She admitted to being a whore previously, and it concerns me how much the younger people look up to her. She is not someone I would want my children to idolize, and if you care about your children, you wouldn’t want them to idolize her, either. I think she should leave immediately.”
The woman sat down, and the congregation murmured amongst themselves before Allison stood.
“I disagree and resent your implication that I’m a bad parent or that I don’t care about my children. Dyana saved Amber’s life. And she continues to teach anyone willing to learn the skills needed to save their own lives. This is a perilous world, where the skills and resources she has brought us are invaluable. Every day, my daughter grows better at archery. She grows more confident in her abilities to protect herself and her future in this new world. I’m sure this is the case for many of you and your children. Why would we want to turn our back on Dyana when she has given us so much?”
“I agree,” an older gentleman said, not bothering to stand. “Our survival depends on skills many of us did not possess or did not have the weapons and tools to execute. I say let the girl stay. She isn’t hurting anyone, and many of you are in no position to judge her on her past.”
“To that point,” Pastor Jeff said, “as many of you call her names and throw her past in her face, I’ll remind you that when she informed us of it, she was clear to state she was held against her will and forced to provide relief to the police force. Thatdoesn’t make her a whore; that makes her a victim, and I am ashamed of those of you who can’t see it that way and pray daily for your souls.”
“And we’re embarrassed by your behavior, Pastor,” another woman said as she stood. I recognized her voice as that of a woman from the kitchen. “Everyone sees how you watch her. You covet her. Boldly, with complete disregard for who might see, including your wife.”
“When do I watch her?” Pastor Jeff asked calmly. His tone immediately made you dismiss the woman’s accusations. “When I’m watching the training sessions to see how we’re doing? Or maybe I’m coveting her as I watch her interactions throughout the day with members willing to climb off their self-righteous mountains to speak to her. I know that Dyana is a stranger to us, and it is my job to ensure she isn’t a threat. So yes, I watch her, but not with sinful eyes, but protective ones. Your safety is my top priority at all times.”
If I didn’t still taste him in my mouth, even I would have believed him.
A man beside the woman who accused Pastor Jeff of lusting after me stood and put his arm around her shoulders. I presumed she was his wife. “Pastor, we want to believe you. I’m even willing to say that I do. However, the fact remains that Dyana’s presence here makes the women uncomfortable. It’s wrong to force them to live with someone if they feel that way, especially since this is their home. I appreciate everything Dyana has done for us, but it’s time for her to move on. We don’t need her help anymore.”
Wow. I was no saint, but they no longer needed my help, so I had to go? That was garbage.
“Drew, to hear you say something so callous worries me greatly,” Pastor Jeff replied. “Dyana isn’t something we use until we don’t need her anymore. She’s a person. She didn’t have tohelp us; she chose to do it out of the goodness of her own heart. All of you should be ashamed of yourselves. Dyana isn’t going anywhere unless she chooses to. My decision is final.”
