Forgive Me Father For I Have Sinned

Chapter 4

I haven't been home in two days. To say I was avoiding Malcolm was an understatement. What do you say to a priest after you suck on his thumb and he moans.

Why did he moan?

My friend Clarissa kicked me out saying I should go face my demons or well my angel.

I walked to the door and quietly snuck in.

I saw Malcolm reading the Bible.

"Hello." I nervously said.

He gave me a curt nod. Um...okay. Shouldn't priests be welcoming or something?

I ignored him and went to my room.

After I showered and felt fresh and brave enough to face him I went back downstairs. I was a lawyer for Christ sake and here I was fearful of facing a priest. I have faced criminals and won!

I walked past the living room and went to the kitchen to make dinner for us as a sort of apology.

He came in and sat around the counter.

I braved up and turned to apologize.

"I am sorry for what transpired the other-"

He cut me off.

"It is okay. I understand that you are not in control of yourself and it was a weakness of the flesh. You are being used as  a temptation to tempt me and defile my belief in God. I have already prayed to God about it and asked for his forgiveness for both you and I."

I stood there shocked.

Did he just say that I am a temptation being used to defile- I couldn't finish the thought. My anger went through the roof.

"How dare you put the sole blame on me! Yes I initiated it by taking your finger between my lips but you could have withdrawn it. You left it there and you moaned! So do not dare say that I am defiling your faith like I am the monsters that the Bible talks about. I was shouting at this point."

He managed to make me feel so dirty with just one word and not dirty in a good way.

"The fact that you initiated it was a temptation in itself and that tempt-"

"TEMPTATION!" I shouted interrupting his sentence

"Okay! I will show you temptation!" I stormed out the kitchen leaving our dinner in mid prep.

I knew what I was about to do was wrong but I already knew that me getting into heaven was very iffy. So might as well tilt the pot.

I grabbed my key to my sex dungeon and opened it. To others from the outside it looks like a regular door. On the inside there was a king size bed to the corner of the room. A stripper pole was in front of the bed. There were chains hanging from the ceiling towards the center of the room with cuffs at the end. Each chain served its purpose. There was a St Andrews cross attached to the wall and various toys hanging on the wall.

But that was not what I was here for. I went to the closet that held my costumes and took out the most revealing one I could find.

I stripped and shimmied my way into the outfit.

It was like a mesh bralet except my breasts were not covered. It was only cupped by lace. I had on a crotchless panty with a garter belt and stocking attached to it. The outfit was a vicious red, as vicious as the anger I was feeling.

I left the room and went back to the kitchen where I saw Malcolm was continuing to make dinner. It appears that it was done. I didnt know that I was in my sex dungeon that long.

"Is this enough temptation for you?" I said standing with my legs open so that he could catch a glimpse of my pussy.

If I was being honest this was really turning me on.

He looked up and choked on air.

"I-, I- what are you-?" He couldn't even finish his sentence.

"Is this enough temptation you..Father?" I said in a mocking tone.

I slowly walked into the kitchen. My breast jiggled with every step.

He backed up as if he was going to try and phase through the wall.

I chuckled, then took a seat at the table and looked up at him.

"Is the dinner ready?" I asked.

"Can you......can you?"

"Can I do what?" I asked.

"Put some clothes on."

"I am in clothes, Father. Plus I am in my house so I can dress how I please. Did they not teach you respect in your priestly classes? I can teach you some."

The thought of him being strapped to my St. Andrew's cross made my pussy wetter than it already was.

"You said I was a temptation sent to defile your faith. So do what a man laced in faith would do.....fight it."

He said nothing and dished out the meal and placed it in front of me. The heat from the food caused my nipples to tighten and pucker.

I glanced up at him under my lashes to see him peeking at my nipples.

"You aren't being very holy, Father." I teased him.

He frowned and looked away.