“Tell us.” I encourage him.
“I can’t say it. I can’t.” He wipes his mouth on the sleeve of his coat, his shoulders suddenly shuddering.
“You raped and sodomised her, Gareth, then you slit her throat and left her there.” I remind him. He gags at my words.
“I didn’t mean to.” Tears stream down his face. Father Thomas nods, and I take the knife from him.
“Remove your clothing. Bare yourself before the Lord.” Father Thomas instructs.
Gareth stands, walking toward the large cross a few feet from the front pew. He relinquishes his clothing. He’s at least a foot taller than Father Thomas, much bulkier.
“Kneel before Christ.” Gareth does as he is told, his head dipped low. I take my place in front of the man whose laying his sins at the feet of God. I run my hands through his hair, tugging it back so he’s facing me. I spread my legs and he latches onto me. “Feed off this holy vessel, and you will be saved.” He grips my thighs, and he’s sucking me so good, I can barely stand. His tongue slips over me, and he nibbles my clit and I cry out, gripping his head and pressing it to me, as I fuck his face, riding my orgasm.
“May God grant you pardon and absolve you of your sins, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.” Father Thomas recites.
He's out of breath when I release him, taking my place behind him. I grab a bunch of Gareth’s hair, tugging his head back, exposing his neck. He’s shivering, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. I look behind me at Father Thomas as I slit the man’s throat in one clean swipe. I release his hair, and he falls heavily onto the floor.
The silence in the church is deafening. I drop to my knees, for I too need penance after what we just did. “You have done well, my child.” Father Thomas places a hand on my head. “You have helped rid this world of more impurity , but your own impurities now need to be cleansed.”
I nod, clasping my hands in prayer.
An hour later, I retrieve my whip from under my bed and walk to Father Thomas's office where he waits for me. I hand him the whip, strip out of my habit, and kneel naked before him. He shoves my white cotton panties in my mouth.
“Look at me, Celeste.” I do as I’m told. I cry out when the leather whip slams against my breasts, but my panty-gag helps muffle the sound. “Sister Concessa tells me you’ve been getting friendly with our guest, Mr. Michaels.” he says bitterly as he slaps the whip against my chest again.
I shake my head, my eyes pleading with him.
He continues the torture me on my back, my stomach, my arms, tears flowing like a waterfall. I know this is necessary. I know this is the only way to ensure my salvation. He doesn’t stop until I’m out of breath on the floor, the pain making it impossible for me to stay on my knees. He tugs me up by my arms and drags me over to his chair where he tugs me onto his lap until I’m straddling him. His erection presses painfully between my legs. He wipes the tears from my face, his hands trailing down until he roughly cups my breasts.
“I’m sorry, child.” he whispers as he grips my ass.
I rock my hips back and forth on him, knowing that it is the only way to show him how remorseful I am. I want more. I want him to use my body in other ways.
“Touch me, please.” I plead, knowing he will deny me. He bites my tits, and stare at him blankly, wanting nothing more than to get away from him. He groans out an orgasm then pushes me off of him. I stare down at the front of his pants which are now wet.
“Pray for your sins.” he tells me, out of breath as I dress and leave his office without so much as a glance back at him.
Chapter Six
Priest
I triedto get into the church tonight, but the doors were locked. Father Thomas is onto me, and if I know what’s good for me, I’ll shut the fuck up and mind my own business. He’s the only one, besides my family, who knows what happened, why I’m here. If anyone else found out, my father’s political career would be over, and my life would too.
I see Celeste leaves his office, limping slowly down the corridor, her head bowed low. I overheard him whipping her into submission for what he forces her to do in that church. I have got to say something. I cannot let her believe that any of this is right or acceptable. I follow her, staying in the shadows, making sure to keep a safe distance so I don’t startle her. I wait a few minutes after she disappears into her room before I open her door, glad it’s unlocked. She spins around when she hears the door, her eyes wide.
“What are you doing here?” Her brows knit together. I try to focus on her eyes, but it’s her bruised and battered body that holds my attention. Her beautiful skin displays several red lines, from the lashing no doubt. But she is still exquisite, and I’ll be lying if I say I don’t want to use her body for my own pleasure. I shut the door behind me.
“Why do you let him do this to you?” I growl under my breath.
“He doesn’tdoanything to me. I have to repent, you wouldn’t understand.”
I close the small distance between us. “Surely you can see this is not the way. He’s forcing you to commit these heinous acts and then punishing you for it.”
She looks up at me, fire burning in her eyes. When I reach out and touch her arm, she flinches, backing away from me. “Don’t touch me.”
She says she doesn’t want me to, but along with the fire I see, desire also burns in her eyes. Like it did when I kissed her. I step closer to her, watching her chest heave. “You shouldn’t be in here. If Sister Concessa-”
I grip the back of her neck and pull her closer to me. “Sister Concessa doesn’t have to know.”