Wanton Desires: A Taboo collection
I was tight, unaccustomed to the invasion so a small pathetic sound escaped my lips.
“There,” he murmured, his eyes fixed on where his finger was disappearing into my oiled flesh. “The Spirit has entered. Can you feel it beginning its work?”
I could feel something…a deep, internal pressure as Father began to move his finger, in and out of me. The oil made every movement a smooth, wet slide but there’s another wetness that had started to leak out of me too.
“This is the scourging,” he said, his own breath coming a little faster. “The friction of holiness against the walls of your sin.”