She gasps. “As you wish, Father.”
Ellie goes on to recount our nights in excruciatingly sensual detail, torturing me with her story of the filthy, beautiful sex we had. As she talks, my head goes hazy with longing. My chest tightens, glowing with this slow-burning fire.
I ball my hands into fists.
She’s seducing me all over again with the story of us, and I want to lunge at her and punish her with pleasure.
This time with her has been such a rush, such a wicked thrill. These last few nights have been a revelation. But I try to stay in the moment, not get lost in the haze of my own aching desire for her. When she’s done, I dig my nails into my palms as I ask, “And what else, my child? What else do you want to confess?”
She sighs nervously, making little gaspy noises like she’s struggling as she leans into her role as the naughty penitent. I bet she’s nibbling on that gorgeous lower lip. “Father, that’s only the start. There’s something else I can’t stop thinking about. Those impure thoughts I mentioned? I need to tell them to you. Now.”
There she goes again, wrestling all the control. “Tell me your impure thoughts so I can absolve you.”
“Well,” she says, stretching out her legs now, giving me a full view of those gorgeous limbs, “it’s more like a fantasy.”
My chest is a furnace. “Go on.”
“They’re about you, Father,” she whispers. “I want you to…” She stops. Then she goes quiet. I don’t say a word. I just wait for her.
Then she’s barely audible.
I’m not even sure I heard right. That two-word command.
“Excuse me?”
She clears her throat. “Leave marks,” she says, no more whispering now. “Hit me with a paddle and mark me.”
Holy. Fuck.
I stand, breaking character, coming to face her. I get down on my knees, looking at her wide eyes. “You do, sweetheart?”
Her lower lip quivers but with anticipation. Her irises seem to gleam with…wicked excitement. “Remember when you texted me—When I take you out in public, I get a thrill that I’m the only one who knows the private side of you.”
I nod quickly. “Yes,” I say eagerly, dying to know what’s next.
She swallows, then lifts her chin. “I want you to bruise me. I want to look in the mirror as I get ready for the party tomorrow and see marks.Your marks. I’ve never done that.”
God, I want this so fucking badly. But there’s one problem. “I don’t have anything to use. I don’t know if I can leave marks like that with my hand.” I think quickly. What do I have? “But I can look in the kitchen. Maybe a spatula. A wooden spoon.”
Her lips curve into a dirty smirk. “I brought a paddle.”
My eyes squeeze shut for a second. I’m lightheaded with lust. But that’s barely the beginning. I’m overwhelmed with emotions too. New ones, surprising ones.
But ones I’ll have to deal with later. First, I need to deal with her.
I open my eyes and take back control. “Say a prayer, my child. You’re going to take your penance bent over the counter. Ass raised. For me.”
Ellie’s brown eyes twinkle, then she darts out a hand, runs it across my chin. “You are such a hot priest.”
22
A PING-PONG KIND OF THING
Ellie
I didn’t come to Los Angeles to explore all my wild sex fantasies.
I came to this town to work.