All Chapters of CONFESS TO ME: For God Until Him: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

MICAH The word hung in the air between us and I could not make sense of it. My feet stayed planted on the thick carpet while my eyes moved over the wide bed with its dark sheets, the tall windows that showed the city lights far below, the heavy furniture that looked like it had never been touched by ordinary hands. Everything in the room was quiet and expensive and waiting, and Blaze stood a few steps away watching me the way he always did when he already knew the answer to a question I had not asked yet. “I prepared this weeks ago,” he stated, voice low and even. “The day I first told you to leave Haloshul I had this suite cleared and set up. Clothes in the closet in your size. Toiletries in the bathroom. Extra sheets in the drawers. I knew you would end up here eventually.” I turned to face him fully. “You decided that without asking me.” “Yes.” “That is not how any of this works.” He took one step closer. “It is how it works for me.” Ah, lord. This was too much. I had

MICAH"Absolutely not." I spat and tried to step aside. His arm shot out and stopped my way, his palm pressing flat against the counter by my hip. "I have home visits arranged for this afternoon. Elderly parishioners who need someone to pray with them and give communion. There is a youth group meeting at five o'clock that I have to lead. I can't just call in sick."His voice dropped and it was not good. "Oh, you will call in sick.""I'm not sick!""Then text them. Let them know something came up. You have a family emergency. Whatever priests do when they want a day off."I ducked under his arm and created some distance from him, my heart beating so loudly I could hear it pounding in my ears. "No, it doesn't work that way. I have a duty. I can't just lie. I need to give a minimum of two weeks' notice if I am to be absent. There are protocols. Chains of command. You can't just decide for me that I am not going to work."Blaze observed me pacing with the same look on his face as a cat o

MICAHBlaze had texted Father Donovan. And Deacon Farris. And what appeared to be everyone else of any importance in my contacts. The texts were all the same message, in different forms, with the same general meaning: I had fallen ill suddenly, I needed to take at least two weeks off to recover, I would be out of town getting treatment, they shouldn’t contact me until I contacted them first. “You can’t…you forgery—you are committing fraud!” “It’s protective custody.” He slid his cell phone into his pocket. “And look, they’re already responding.” He held up the screen to show me. One response after another flashed by, each of them wishing me a speedy recovery, promising me that everything would be all right in my absence, and telling me to take as much time as I needed. Father Donovan had even sent a particularly long message about how proud he was of me for knowing when I needed to take a break. “They believe you,” I whispered. “They actually believe you.” “Why wouldn’t they

MICAHHe started kissing his way down my body, with precise care, pressing soft kisses to my chest, my stomach, and the trembling muscles of my abdomen. His tongue traced the line of my hip bone while his fingers fumbled with the button of my trousers. I lifted my hips without prompting, allowing him to strip me, and the cold air brushing against my thighs sent a shiver through me. “Beautiful.” He spoke rough. “Every inch of you.” I wore plain white briefs, the type sold in packs in department stores, nothing remotely sexy or alluring. But the way Blaze stared at me turned those underwear into the sexiest piece of clothing in the world. His eyes traveled along the lines of my erection through the thin fabric of my underwear, and his tongue licked his bottom lip. “Take them off,” I heard myself say, and then immediately wished to die. Blaze raised his eyebrow. “It’s quite bold of you to start giving orders.” “I’m not…I didn’t mean—” He inserted his fingers into the waistban

BLAZEThe plug stayed where it was, as I watched his chest rise and fall with each shallow, desperate breath he took. Micah's eyes were glazed, unfocused, as if they were clouded by the aftereffects of what I'd done to him. The silk cords held his wrists in place, and he tugged futilely at them, curious how much more he could take."Please." His voice sounded raspy, rough from all the yelling he'd done. "Take it out. I can't–I can't take anymore."I looked down at him. Offered up to me, laid out before me like a gift. Tears making salty tracks down his flushed cheeks. His hole stretched tight around the base of the plug, coated in slick lube. He was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and I wasn't going to let him go."Okay."Hope flared in his eyes, before he realized what I was about to do. But before he could take a breath, I pushed two fingers into him alongside the plug, stretching him further, and the half-wail, half-moan that came from his lips was one of pain rather than