Page 28 of Blood and Penance
When I do look at her, tears glisten her eyes. She touches my face, and I lean into her touch. “Please do not hurt yourself. You did nothing wrong.”
“We can agree to disagree on that point. I’m a priest, Phoenix. I’m not free of sin, but I’m not of the world either. What you saw me do I shouldn’t have done.”
“You are a priest, but you are also a man. A man who has natural desires that your God created, Gianni. And there’s nothing wrong with that."
"Like I said. We can agree to disagree."
She sighs. "What else do you do?”
“Do you really want to know?”
“If you’re open to discussing it with me, I want to know.”
“I wear a cock cage sometimes.”
She lets out a breath, not in disgust but in disbelief. “It’s your life, Gianni, and I can’t begin to imagine what you go through, but I don’t believe your God would want you to do this.”
“Maybe not, but it’s what I feel I need to do to get myself back to where I need to be with God.”
She nods, but I can see on her face she doesn’t agree.
“I don’t need you to agree with it, Phoenix,” I say when I stand. “I just wanted to apologize for my actions.”
“Touching yourself?”
Her question sends a jolt of desire careening through me like an out-of-control freight train. It’s like I can feel how close she is to me. Her face is so close to my crotch all I have to do is slide myself inside her mouth.
“Yes,” I answer, and I harden inside my shorts.
“How often do you touch yourself, Gianni?” She reaches out and brushes her hand against my very noticeable bulge. “How often do you do it, thinking of me?"
"Phoenix, please."
"Tell me the truth. I just want to know.”
I let out a breath. “All the time.”
“Hmm,” she hums. “Do you know how often I touch myself to the thought of you too, Father?”
“Phoenix,” I call her name in warning.
“I’m just confessing my sins. Do, I need to get on my knees?” She lowers herself to her knees in front of me. “Would you like to hear my confession, Father?”
God forgive me, but I’d like to hear every filthy detail.
“I slide my fingers inside myself all the time thinking of you,” she says without giving me the chance to respond. “Imagining that it’s your tongue. I also imagine you sliding inside of me and filling me up with your cum.”
She gazes up at me, and she looks so beautiful on her knees. So tempting. A strangled sound leaves my mouth as I try to control the urge to slam inside her mouth.
“I’m here, Father. Use me.”
But it’s no use, all my restraint snaps and I grip her by the hair wrenching her head back. “You know exactly what you’re doing to me.”
And this temptress has the nerve to grin at me. “I do, but what are you going to do about?”
“Pull my shorts down,” I command, and she follows without hesitation.
Phoenix has always been a person who followed her own rules, but in the bedroom, she only follows mine. Just how I like it.
