A Missed Sunday

You sat quietly in a small room. The room was decorated with a desk and some chairs. Sunshine is shown through a big window, forming the chair in front of it. You sat across from the desk and looked out the window the best you could. You could see various people mingling, smiling laughing. With a loud creak, the door opened. The Father himself appeared, walking into the room before turning and shutting the door. "Hello Father," you said, looking up at him. In just a few strides Joseph made his way to the chair in front of the window. Shutting the curtains that rested on top of the window, Joseph sat with a huff. "Greetings my child," his voice welcoming and silk-like. Even though his voice sounded welcoming, the look on his face says otherwise. "Where were you this morning? You missed the sermon," he stated more than asked, his tone stern. You tilted your head slightly trying to think of something good to tell him. He narrowed his eyes, "Please don't be afraid, to tell the truth." You sat up straight, your words dropping from your mouth, "I overslept." His head jerked up, his eyes searching yours. "I had lost track of time last night reading, and didn't hear my alarm this morning," you added, feeling like you betrayed yourself. Though you couldn't help it, you admired the man. The way he moved, the way he talked, you just melted into all of him. You wanted to lie and come up with a good reason as to why you missed. Though when you see his beautiful blue eyes, your body betrays you. It is like he can see through you. He can see every little secret you ever hid, he can see every thought that crosses your mind. You couldn't lie to him no matter how much you wanted to. He removed his yellow glasses and set them gently on the desk. He sighed again, rubbing the bridge of his nose, "The sin of sloth affects everyone, but even it is no excuse to not show up to the church." You look down apologetically. Slowly he raised from his chair, shaking his head. "You know, I see how you look at me, the lust in your eyes," he stated, emphasizing the word lust. The look on his face was like a cat catching its prey. "I would like to return the feeling but," he made his way behind your chair. Leaning down, he finished his sentence as his lips grazed your ear, "I can't allow myself to be caught with a sinner." You melted in the chair at his touch, goosebumps creeping across your skin. What game is he playing? , you asked yourself. You tensed as you felt his hand slide up the back of your neck, grabbing a handful of hair as he did. Leaning your head back into his hand, you closed your eyes. On the surface, you tried to look calm and collected, but on the inside, well, his actions awakened a beast in you, starting with the area between your legs. Pinning your legs together as discreetly as possible, you gently bit your lip. "I fully expect you to be sitting in the front row pew tomorrow morning," he growled, as he tried to contain himself as well. You nodded quickly. Letting go of you, he straightened himself and readjusted his vest. "You may go now, my child," his voice back to a welcoming velvety sound. You stood up, your legs were shaky. You quickly opened the door and made your way out. Once closed you sighed and leaned against it. Not realizing you were holding your breath, you gasped. Smiling to yourself, you knew, after that encounter, things were gonna get...spicy!