Priest's Housekeeper: Part 3

Midnight Mass ended later than usual.

I waited in the rectory until the last of the parishioners left and the church doors locked. Father Tobias had told me to go to bed. I didn’t. I sat in the dark kitchen with a glass of water and listened to the quiet that settled over the connected buildings once the evening was done. My body still carried the unfinished heat from the afternoon in his room—the way he had looked at me, the weight of his cock against my skirt, the order that had never quite been finished because a phone call from the bishop’s office had interrupted us.

The side door to the covered walkway opened a little after twelve-thirty.

I stood and followed the sound.

The church was dim. A few votive candles still burned near the front, throwing low gold light across the empty pews and the polished floor. Father Tobias stood near the altar in his black clerical shirt, the white collar already removed and set aside. He had been waiting. When he saw me in the side aisle he didn’t look surprised.

“You didn’t go to bed.”

“No.”

He held out a hand. I walked the length of the aisle and took it. His palm was warm and dry. He led me up the two shallow steps to the altar itself—the same place where he celebrated Mass, where the host was consecrated, where the parish knelt in ordinary faith. The scent of wax and old incense hung in the air. My pulse thudded between my legs as he turned me to face the altar and placed my hands flat on the cool white cloth that still covered it.

“Stay like that.”

I stayed.

He stepped behind me. The zipper of my skirt gave under his fingers. He pushed the fabric down over my hips along with my underwear until both pooled around my ankles. Cool air touched my bare cunt and the backs of my thighs. I stepped out of the clothes when he nudged my foot. His hands lifted my blouse next, pulling it over my head, then unclasped my bra and let it fall. I stood naked in front of the altar while he remained fully dressed behind me.

One hand settled on the small of my back and pressed me forward until my tits rested against the altar cloth. The position left me open and exposed under the low candlelight. I heard the soft sound of his belt, the lowered zipper, the shift of fabric. Then the thick head of his cock rubbed through the wetness between my thighs, coating itself.

“You’ve thought about this since the moment you walked into my room,” he said.

“Yes.”

He pushed in.

The first stroke filled me completely. A raw sound left my throat and echoed faintly in the empty church. Father Tobias gripped my hips and thrust again, deeper, seating himself to the root. The altar cloth bunched under my palms. Candlelight flickered across the gold of the tabernacle and the quiet statues that watched from the sides. He fucked me in steady, powerful strokes that rocked me forward onto the sacred surface, the wet sound of his dick moving in and out of my cunt the only noise besides our breathing.

“Quiet,” he muttered, even though the doors were locked and the street outside lay still. “Sound carries in this place.”

I bit down on the inside of my cheek and pushed back to meet every thrust. His cock dragged against the sensitive spot inside me with each stroke. One of his hands slid around and found my clit, rubbing tight circles while he drove into me from behind. The dual pressure built fast. My thighs shook. The edge of the altar dug into the tops of my legs as he fucked me harder, the cloth shifting under my bare tits with every motion.

“Come on my cock,” he said, voice rough near my ear. “Do it here.”

The order broke me.

Pleasure tore through my body in hard waves. My cunt clenched around his dick, milking him in rhythmic pulses while a muffled cry escaped against my own arm. He kept thrusting through it, dragging the orgasm out until my knees threatened to give. Only then did his rhythm falter. He buried himself deep and came with a low, strained sound, flooding me in thick hot spurts that I felt in my belly. His forehead dropped to the back of my shoulder for a moment while his cock finished pulsing inside me.

We stayed joined while the candles burned and the empty church held its silence. When he finally pulled out, his come slid down the inside of my thighs in a warm trail. Father Tobias stepped back, fixed his trousers, and looked at me still bent over the altar, naked, marked, the evidence of what we had done visible under the low light.

He gathered my clothes from the floor and set them on the first pew without speaking. Then he reached for the altar cloth, smoothed the worst of the wrinkles with one hand, and turned to me again.

“Get dressed.”

I did. My hands trembled while I stepped into the underwear still damp from earlier, then the skirt, then the blouse. His come continued to leak out of me and soak into the fabric as I fastened each button. Father Tobias watched until I was covered again. The white collar remained off. His shirt stayed open at the throat.

“The house,” he said quietly. “Now.”

We walked the short covered path back to the rectory in silence. My legs felt unsteady. Every step reminded me of how deep he had been and how much of him I still carried inside. At the side door he unlocked it, let me enter first, and followed. The quiet of the house closed around us.

At the bottom of the stairs he stopped me with a hand on my waist.

“Tomorrow you return to your duties,” he said. “The same schedule. The same rooms. But you will wear nothing under your clothes while you work. No exceptions. I want to know you’re bare under every skirt and dress while you clean this house.”

The instruction sent a fresh pulse of heat through my spent body.

“Yes, Father.”

He held my gaze for a second longer, then released me.

“Go to bed, Lena. Midnight Mass is finished. The rest can wait until morning.”

I climbed the stairs on legs that still shook, the wet evidence of him sliding between my thighs with every step, and already knew that morning would not return us to anything ordinary.

The altar was behind us.

The rule he had just given would shape every hour that followed.