CHAPTER 6: I HAVE SINNED

“Thank you so much, Father Elias,” I whispered into the dark, my voice trembling with a cocktail of genuine fear and a thrill that made my skin hum. “You're such a good man to help me like this.”

I took a deep, shaky breath, trying to calm the nerves that were firing like live wires under my skin. The situation was more than absurd; it was mortifying. 

It was the single most embarrassing moment of my life. I was supposed to be seducing the man I had been lusting over since I knew what lust was, but here I was sitting in his room, begging him to reach inside me and put out a stuck toy.

“So, um, what kind of tricks do you think might work?” I asked, trying to make light of the whole thing, but my voice was barely a thread. “I'm open to trying anything at this point.”

Elias adjusted his weight, “The vagina is only about four inches long, Jade,” he replied, his voice low and clinical, but strained like he was using every ounce of his willpower. “I have long fingers. So, with some help from a sufficient amount of lubricant, I think we can get it out of you. Are you okay with that plan?”

“Yes,” I breathed, avoiding looking at him. “Whatever it takes.”

I laid out the first towel on the bed, feeling the soft texture against the backs of my thighs. My heart was pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs as I slid his shirt up and opened my thighs. Then I covered my lap with the second towel, creating a thin, pathetic barrier of modesty.

“Alright, I'm ready when you are,” I called out softly.

He stopped at the edge of the bed, his gaze raking over my huddled form. I could feel his eyes on me, heavy and knowing. 

I sniffled, the emotional weight of the day finally catching up with me, and tried to hold back tears of pure, unadulterated humiliation. “I'm sorry,” I whispered, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand. “I just feel so humiliated.” 

This was not how I had ever imagined getting his fingers inside me. I had dreamed of this in a thousand ways…. In the back of his car, in the vestry, against the altar… but never like this. Never as a medical emergency. 

“It’s okay, Jade,” Elias said, his voice dropping into that deep, soothing register he used to soothe. “I’m not going to tell anyone else. This is our secret. Now, tell me... what kind of sex toy is it? I need to know the shape so I can find a grip.”

I whimpered softly, my cheeks burning with a shame so hot it felt like it would blister my skin. I hid my face in my hands for a moment, the words sticking in my throat. “It's... It's a small, round silicone bullet vibrator about an inch and a half long and wide, Father.”

He took in a sharp breath, his hand trembling a little. He looked like a man at the edge of an abyss. 

“You know, if it makes you feel any better, I’ll tell you a secret about me,” he suddenly said in a conspiratory tone, staring at my spread thighs like he was starving. “We can both keep each other’s secret.”

I looked up at him, my curiosity momentarily overriding my shame. “Oh? What secret?” I shifted, trying to get comfortable, but the toy moved inside me, causing a sharp, involuntary gasp to escape my lips. “Please, anything to take my mind off this mortifying situation.”

Elias gathered himself, taking a long, slow breath that expanded his broad chest. “Okay. Well, this is bad. But I also have a sex toy that I use for my own pleasure occasionally. I know I’m a priest, a man of God... and that makes it worse. I keep it hidden away in my private quarters.”

My eyes went wide. I sat up straighter, the revelation hitting me like a physical shock. “You have a sex toy? That's really not very reverend father of you, Elias.” I looked away, a strange, hysterical bubble of laughter threatening to break through my shame. “But I guess we're both doing things we probably shouldn't be.”

“Exactly,” Elias said, his voice thickening with a dark, shared understanding. “So now that we know each other’s secret, please don’t feel embarrassed. Let’s get this thing out of you.”

He moved to the side of the bed, the mattress sinking under his weight. I heard the wet, squelching sound of the lubricant as he squirted a massive amount onto his gloved fingers. “The key is using lots of lube to get it moving,” he muttered, more to himself than to me.

His gloved fingers brushed against my inner thigh, the latex cool but the pressure of his hand searing. I gasped, my hips bucking instinctively. 

He slid his hand upward, his thumb finding the crease of my leg, moving with a clinical slowness that felt like a deliberate torture. "Stay still," he commanded, his voice firm. "The more you squirm, the deeper it will slide. You asked for my help. Now let me do my work."

I gripped the edges of the white towel beneath me, my knuckles turning white. I felt his fingers part my pussy lips, the slick lubricant making his entry effortless. As he pushed the first two fingers inside, I let out a choked moan, my head falling back against the pillow. He was so large… even just his fingers felt like they were stretching me to my limit.

"You're so tight," he muttered, almost to himself. "And so wet. You must have really enjoyed yourself with the toy,” he said, his voice strained and getting darker with each word. “What were you thinking about while you used it?”

I gasped, my eyes widening in shock when his thumb suddenly grazed my pulsing clit. 

“Don’t want to answer?” He growled under his breath, his eyes locked on the towel over my thighs like he could see what his fingers were doing underneath it. 

I couldn't answer. The sensation of him moving inside me, his fingers sweeping the internal walls of my cunt in search of the silicone bullet, was overwhelming. He was being thorough, too thorough. 

Every time his fingertips brushed against my G-spot, I felt a jolt of electricity that made my toes curl.

"I... I can't find it yet," he said, his voice sounding raspy. He pushed deeper, his knuckles pressing against my clit with every thrust. I was starting to lose my mind. 

The shame was there, but it was being drowned out by a tide of pure, unadulterated lust. It seemed like he was doing it on purpose; I wanted him to never leave. "Elias, please," I whimpered.

"Please what?" he countered, his voice dropping to a husky growl. "Please find it? Or please keep doing this?"

He hooked his fingers, catching the edge of the vibrator. I felt the dull thud of it shifting, and then, with a slow, deliberate pull, he extracted the toy. I felt a rush of relief followed by a sudden, hollow ache as he withdrew his hand.

I heard the small clack of the vibrator being dropped onto the bedside table. It was over. The crisis was resolved. But Elias didn't pull back. He stayed right where he was, his hand resting on my knee.

"It’s out," he said, but he didn't move to get up. The darkness between us felt charged, like the air before a lightning strike. "Now we have a problem, Jade."

"What problem?" I asked, my breath hitching.

"I told you I have a secret too," he said, his voice dropping so low I had to lean forward to hear him. "I told you I use a toy of my own because my life is... empty. But tonight, seeing you in my shirt, feeling your tight, wet pussy undulating around my fingers like it didn’t want me to leave... it created a hard… problem." 

He looked down at his crotch, and my eyes followed. 

I swallowed hard, my pussy clenching around nothing as I took in his thick cock jutting upward like it wanted to burst through his sweatpants. I needed to feel him in me, or I would go crazy.

I reached out and gently grabbed it, my breath hitching as I squeezed the hard length, feeling it throb in my hands. 

It was so thick that my fingers didn’t completely touch each other. I had known he was thick, but I never guessed he was packing a pipe. 

Those priest's robes sure did hide a lot.

I looked at him, giving him my most seductive and pleading look. "Then don't use a toy, Father," I whispered. "Use me."

The silence that followed was broken only by the sound of his breath catching. 

Then, he surged forward, his mouth finding mine in a rough, consuming kiss that tasted of rain and desperation. It was like he was trying to eat me and claim me at the same time. 

His tongue invaded my mouth, demanding and hot, as he pushed me back into the mattress.

I felt his weight settle over me… the solid, crushing heat of him and his hips grind into mine in desperation, stealing my breath.

I let out a shudder as his cock rubbed against my naked, slick folds. The sensation of the rough but soft texture of his joggers sent a different type of stimulation up my spine, causing my pussy to produce more slick. 

“You have been a very bad girl, Jade,” he growled into my ear before biting it roughly. “You need to be cleansed.”

It seemed like I had unleashed a hungry wolf, and now, I had no choice but to accept whatever punishment he wanted to dish out.