Sorry Daddy I'm about to Sin

Sorry Daddy I'm about to Sin : Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Deep Secret

The twenty-word homily Father Julian delivered from the pulpit was a slow, agonizing brand of psychological torture. Because he was a transitional deacon just one month shy of his final ordination vows, he was fully authorized to preach to the congregation. And God help me, every single syllable that vibrated from his deep, commanding baritone sent a violent rush of heat straight between my thighs.

I sat frozen in the novice pews, surrounded by older, silent nuns. I was hyper-aware of my own body, terrified that someone would notice my flushed cheeks or the ragged rhythm of my breathing. Beneath my heavy black habit, Julian’s hot c*m was literally dripping out of me, soaking my panties with a heavy, wicked dampness.

Every now and then, his piercing dark eyes would cut through the dim sanctuary light, locking directly onto mine from across the altar. He looked completely untouchable, a perfect, serene man of God. But I knew the truth. I knew the raw, primal growls he was capable of, the way he touched me, the way he f****d me, and my pulsing core clenched desperately at the memory.

The second the final blessing was spoken, I needed to escape. I beelined toward the door leading out of the sanctuary, but as the congregation began to file out into the gray morning rain, I noticed a strange figure lingering near the heavy wooden doors leading to the cloister hall.

He wasn’t a parishioner, or anyone I’d met, and the way he looked didn’t give the vibe that he went here regularly. He was a broad, rough-looking man wearing a heavy dark jacket, a thick silver chain glinting against his throat, and dark, sharp tattoos creeping up his neck and everywhere visible.

I was curious, so naturally I hovered a bit longer than I should’ve, hiding behind the swarm of people leaving. But then to my surprise, I saw Father Julian walking toward the doors, his face instantly draining of all clerical serenity. The untouchable mask cracked, revealing a hardened, dangerous shadow I had never seen before.

They walked out into the alley, where I followed at a safe distance and hid behind a pile of cardboard boxes.

"I told you never to come here," Julian hissed at the stranger, his voice dropping into a lethal, low register that sent a shiver down my spine.

"The boss doesn't care what you told me, Jules," the man replied, a mocking smirk on his lips. He leaned in closer, his voice a harsh whisper that echoed faintly against the stone. "We’ve been keeping tabs. You got exactly one month left until your final vows. Once your face is printed in every paper as a fully ordained priest, you're a public figure. You cant hide from us, I mean look, the crew found you. Look here’s the thing Julian. Or should I say FATHER? The boss wants his cut from that final job before you went to juvie, or we'll drag you out of that holy collar ourselves."

My breath hitched in my throat. Juvie? A crew? Julian didn't flinch. He took a step forward, his broad frame completely blocking the man from view, his aura suddenly radiating a terrifying, dominant coldness. "Look motherfucker, you tell him the boy he knew died in that detention center. I am a man of the cloth now."

"Ooooh language Father Julian! You’re a man of the cloth remember?," the man sneered laughing and lighting a cigarette despite the rain.

“f**k you! Don’t f*****g come back here again! That life is behind me Huesos, and I’ll be damned if you try to bring me back into it!” Julian roared back at him, the rain soaking his cassock, his hair and beard dripping. I was so confused at what was unfolding, but it was starting to make sense now, why he had handled me like that earlier. He wasn’t always a man of God, it seemed he turned to this life to avoid something. But what?

“It don’t work like that Jules and you know it!” He took a deep drag of his cigarette, pulling up his hood. “Sooner or later, somebody gotta pay the piper, ya heard?”

“I went down for that f*****g job and we both know it! I did 3 years! How dare he pin it on me! The feds took that money, I don’t have it! Why the hell are yall looking at me??” Julian was furious, and though he was yelling, I could hear it coming from a place of passion and pain.

“Better take an offering or something Father, say it’s for charity or some s**t. Either way, if you don’t come up with that money, ya dead.” Without another word, putting his cig to his lips, turning on his heel and disappearing out into the rain, Julian was left standing there speechless.

Panic flared in my chest. Father Julian had secrets too, it seemed we were both running from something, though his something was a bit heavier than mine. I backed away from the boxes in an attempt to get away unnoticed, stumbling slightly on the slick floor, but before I could make a run for it, a powerful hand shot out from the shadows.

Julian grabbed my upper arm with bruising force, yanking me completely off the path and throwing me backward into a narrow, pitch-black stone alcove.

My back hit the limestone wall, and instantly, Julian’s massive, heavy body was crowding into my space, pinning me into the dark. His chest heaved against mine, his dark eyes wild and burning with a lethal mix of fury and desire.

"Eavesdropping, Sister Maya?" he growled, his face merely inches away from mine making my heart race. His thumb traced my jawline with an intense, possessive grip. "You're a curious little creature, aren't you?"

"Julian—I—" I stammered, my heart slamming against my ribs.

"Now you know my secret," he whispered hoarsely, his face inches from mine. "I hid in this church to escape a life of blood and crime, and you hid here to save your little dance major." He leaned in closer, his hot breath branding my skin. "We both have secrets that can ruin us. So I’ll keep yours, and promise you’ll keep mine?"

Before I could even fix my mouth to reply, his flawless control fractured completely. Julian leaned down and crashed his lips onto mine. It was a deep, sweet, ravenously hungry kiss that tasted of forbidden sin and pure desperation. His tongue claimed my mouth, consuming my ragged gasps until my knees went completely weak.

My body pressed against his as his large hand closed around my throat, kissing me even deeper. If he f****d me right here in this alley I wouldn’t even know what to do with myself. Twice in one day this man had surprised me in ways I never thought possible, and despite everything in my control, I was falling harder and harder.

Just as quickly as he’d snatched me into the alcove, he pulled away. His dark eyes locked onto mine in the shadows for one final, agonizing second, and then he stepped out of the alcove, disappearing down the corridor without another word. Just like that he was gone.

I stumbled out of the darkness, my head spinning, my breathing ragged. I bolted down the hall toward the novice dormitories, tearing off my soaked habit the second I locked my room door, releasing a cascade of my long brown hair. Shedding my clothes like a snake, desperate to cleanse myself of everything that had transpired the last few hours, I practically threw myself into the freezing shower, desperate to wash away the sweat, the adrenaline, and the wet slickness of his c*m between my legs.

By the time I dried off and changed into a fresh, clean habit, my hands were still shaking.

I wanted to know the whole story. What job? Who was Huesos? Why would he come here like that? Threatening Julian in broad daylight after a service!? Who did he owe money? Would they really kill him!?

I had so many questions and not one singular answer.

My mind kept replaying the way he’d taken control of me in the sanctuary, the way he’d f****d me senseless against the stone church walls, they way he flooded my p***y with c*m. Then it switched to how he’d revealed a side of him, I knew was lurking beneath the holy façade, but had scared me nonetheless. God he was both hypnotizing and terrifying at the same time, but it only made me want him more. As I felt myself yearning for the forbidden man of the cloth, my panties beginning to moisten, I leaned back on the small cot like twin bed and let my mind wander to Father Julian.

I wanted to pull out my hidden forbidden vibrator and fantasize some more but before the thought could fully process in my mind.

TAP. TAP.

A sharp knock on my door made me jump. Composing myself and taking a deep breath, I grabbed my robe off the back of the door, slipped it on and opened the door to find Sister Sarah, an older nun standing there, her face grave. "Sister Maya. Mother Superior requires your presence in her office immediately."

My stomach dropped into my throat. This is it, I thought, numbness spreading through my limbs as I followed her down the hall. We were caught. Julian’s past, our sin on the altar... she knows.

Fuck…were there cameras!?

“Yes Sister Sarah, let me get dressed, and I’ll be right there.” I responded.

She nodded and trodded off allowing me a chance to change out of my shorts and tank top and into the plain black dress and headband they’d given me for everyday wear.

Moments later, I entered the grand, sterile office, my spine forcing itself into that perfect ballet posture as I stood before Mother Superior’s heavy oak desk. The elderly woman squinted through her spectacles, watching me for a long, agonizing moment.

"Sister Maya," Mother Superior began, her thin voice carrying the weight of absolute authority. "Father Julian is an exceptional spiritual director, but as his final ordination vows approach next month, his duties to the parish have doubled. He is under an immense amount of stress."

I swallowed hard, the word stress tasting like ash in my mouth. "Yes, Mother."

"He requires additional assistance inside the rectory to keep his mind focused on holy matters," she continued, sliding a heavy iron key across the polished wood toward me. "As part of your postulant duties, you are being assigned a new responsibility. Every evening from here on out, after dusk prayer, you will be required to clean, organize, and maintain Father Julian’s private rectory quarters."

My breath caught completely. My fingers trembled as I reached out and took the cold iron key.

"Do you understand your instructions, child?"

"Yes, Mother," I whispered, my heart going a million miles an hour, knowing the sin I wanted to commit again.

I bowed my head and walked out of the office, the heavy key heavy against my palm. Mother Superior thought she was helping him focus on God. But as I stared down the long, narrow corridor toward the private rectory, I knew the terrifying truth.

She had just handed me the key to his bedroom. And tonight, the sinning was officially going to begin.