#2 Forgive Me, Father

Serena

Emerson gave me no time to reply, his other hand closed around my throat with firm, possessive pressure. He pushed me backward until my back slammed against the wooden wall of the confessional, leaving me immobilized under his grip and his dark gaze.

"You wanted my attention, Serena. Now you have it," he growled close to my ear, while his thumb stroked the sensitive skin of my neck, controlling my racing pulse.

With a sharp movement, he spun me around, slamming my chest against the wood. His hands went down to my waist and hiked up my skirt without any gentleness, bunching the fabric at my lower back.

His hot hand went straight to my crotch. He didn’t ask for permission, he sank two fingers into my vagina in one go. I let out a broken moan when I felt the texture of his fingers sliding deep into my canal, pumping in and out with a wet sound that betrayed just how desperate I was for him.

"You’re dripping..." he murmured, with a mixture of feigned disgust and ravenous desire. "My fingers slide so easily inside you... You are an obscene mess, Serena."

I heard the heavy rustle of his cassock lifting and the hiss of a zipper. He pushed me harder against the wall, forcing me to arch my back and stick out my ass, leaving me totally exposed to him.

I felt the tip of his cock, thick and hard as marble, pressing against my slippery entrance, seeking to push its way between my folds.

"You will accept your penance," he said.

And with a single thrust, he buried himself in me to the hilt, tearing a brutal moan from my lips.

The sensation was immense. His member carved a path through my insides, stretching me deliciously, filling every empty corner of my body with his girth. I felt my walls adjusting to him, squeezing him, as he settled deep, grazing every sensitive nerve ending I had.

"So tight... so fucking hot," he groaned through gritted teeth.

Emerson withdrew almost completely, only to slam back into me to the root, sliding his cock along my canal, hitting deep and making me see stars. The confessional creaked with every blow of his hips against my ass.

"Oh my God..." I gasped.

"Don’t call out to God now," he warned, biting the sensitive skin beneath my ear. "He isn’t going to save you from me."

"Emerson, please..." I begged.

Emerson responded by speeding up, pounding inside me with ruthless precision, dragging me to the edge. My moans intensified, and he covered my mouth with one of his hands.

"Cum," he ordered. "Stain me with your sin, Serena."

I came undone. A violent orgasm shattered me, my walls contracting around his cock. He growled, an animalistic sound.

Emerson gripped my waist and thrust inside me with force before emptying himself inside me. I felt his release flooding my canal, bathing my walls with his essence. The warmth of his ejaculation spread through my belly, a sensation of absolute, pleasurable fullness.

He kept me pinned against the wall, trembling, as we recovered from the shared ecstasy.

Emerson withdrew slowly, leaving me with that sensation of emptiness and fullness all at once. He adjusted his cassock with quick, precise movements, returning to being the untouchable priest in a matter of seconds, though his eyes remained dark with lust.

I turned around, leaning against the wall so I wouldn’t fall, my clothes disheveled and my face flushed.

He offered me no comfort. Instead, he grabbed my chin and slammed his mouth against mine in a hungry kiss, his tongue invading my mouth to taste me, to remind me who I belonged to now. He pulled away abruptly, leaving me breathless.

"Now go," he said, his voice raspy, opening the curtain to let me out. "Pray ten Hail Marys. And come back tomorrow at the same time... because your penance isn’t over.”