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He stands while I remain slumped on the bench, his heavy cock pulsing inches from my face.I reach out with both hands, guiding him to my lips so I can taste the clear pre-cum glistening at the tip. But before I can savor it, his fingers lock around my wrist, pulling me violently upright off the pew.He scoops me into his arms, his strides long and heavy as he carries me toward the door of his inner office.As an altar girl, I know every hidden corner of this church—and exactly where every locked door leads.Why would he suddenly want to fuck me right here in his office?He kicks the door shut behind us, locking out the world, and sets me down on my feet.“Hands on the desk,” he commands, turning toward the dark oak cabinet.I obey without a single second of hesitation.I bend forward, gripping the edge of the polished mahogany, arching my back in silent anticipation. He turns back around holding a vial of holy oil and a bottle of cold altar water.He splatters the water over my bare
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I part my lips, taking his fingers into my mouth—tasting myself, and tasting him.“Sit up,” he says, drawing his fingers back in slow motion.I part my lips just enough to drag against his skin, leaving a wet, lingering sound as his fingers slips away.I obey, facing him like an obedient penitent.He unbuckles his belt and I hate that he’s doing it himself. Usually, I love being the one who undoes a man, piece by piece.But here, apparently I don't call the shots.I should hate that.Instead I find myself settling into it, waiting for his next command.He pulls the leather from his loops, folds it, and lets it hit the floor. Then he tilts his chin, summoning me.I smile and place my palms against his chest, feeling the heat beneath his shirt as my fingers trail downward. I stop at his navel.Leaning in, I press my face against his skin and let the tip of my tongue trace the hollow of his belly button.His hands find my hair, his grip firm, as my fingers trail downward and stop above t
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I go limp again, letting my eyes fall shut as I crumple to the floor.My father’s prayers have become a distant blur. Then I hear footsteps.I keep my eyes shut.My father’s voice rises with relief. “Father.”Father Martins says nothing at first. He simply walks closer.My heart begins beating faster.Don’t move.Don’t ruin this.Latin exorcism prayers reverberate off the high ceiling.It sounds terrifying, but it does nothing to me.I let out another shrill scream, copying every ridiculous possession trick I’d read about in that book this morning.Father Martins closes in. The heavy scent of frankincense fails to hide the sweet, sharp cologne underneath.He presses the cold silver crucifix firmly against my forehead. I roll my eyes back and go completely still, pretending to lose consciousness.I expect him to keep going.Instead, his hand stays against my forehead for one second longer than necessary.Then he removes it.I can’t tell whether I’ve fooled him.“Father!” my dad gasps,
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~ Calista ~Mom comes home hours later, her face bright with satisfaction. A small smile curls her lips as she paces around the living room, humming a church hymn under her breath.I track her every move from the couch.Ever since the news broke about the old priest’s death, she’s been sullen. Nothing could cheer her up—until today.A dark rush of jealousy burns through my chest. Could the new priest be the reason?What else could explain the sudden change?No.Maybe I’m seeing what I want to see. Maybe Mom simply had a good day.But the thought of her with him crawls under my skin anyway.Across the room, Dad is buried behind his newspaper, completely oblivious. He’s too blind to notice the change in the air.“Hey,” Mom says, pointing toward the counter with bright eyes. “Did you look through the basket of cucumbers I left for you?”I don't answer.Anger, envy, and disgust knot together in my stomach. She looks too virtuous to cheat on my dad.“Mrs. Monroe asked for some,” she adds,
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The cause of death wasn't a sudden illness. It was a fatal cardiac arrest brought on by severe physical exertion during sex.It’s a secret I plan to uncover, but hearing her call that man holy grates on my nerves.“I pray for every departed soul,” I say, pushing back my chair and stepping around the desk.She doesn't flinch.I stop behind her and rest a comforting hand on her shoulder. She's wearing a conservative yellow dress that covers every inch of her body, but somehow, the fabric does nothing to hide the exceptional shape beneath it.“We pray for the saints too,” I murmur near her ear, “just as they pray for us.”She turns her head to look up at me, tears glistening in her eyes. I remain planted behind her, my hand firm on her shoulder like a shepherd guiding its flock. She dabs at the corners of her eyes with my handkerchief.“I understand, Father,” she says softly, rising slowly from her chair. “Now that you’re here, I trust you’ll be everything the old priest was to us.”My e
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~ Father Martins ~Seeing a handful of women lingering in the pews after Sunday Mass puts me on edge.It’s the same people who looked at me with open suspicion on my first day here.Unable to keep up appearances any longer, I had to excuse myself.The indoor lavatory is filthy, so I head toward the outdoor toilets, only to find a man in jeans and a wrinkled button-down standing over a girl on the cobblestones, gripping her wrists as she hides her face in distress.It’s Calista, the flower girl.Only two people had welcomed me with a smile that morning: the catechist and her.I still remember the way she looked at me. She hadn’t seemed frightened by the rumors surrounding me. If anything, she had looked relieved to see me.Up close, that same strange intensity is still there. She holds my gaze for a moment too long, as though she’s waiting for me to understand something I haven’t been told.“Forgive me, Father,” the man stammers, backing away with both hands raised. “I wasn't hurting h
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