Chapter Nine
The Message
In the month that followed, both in public and in private, The Reverend was more solicitous of me—more respectful—than he had ever been before.
My gorgeous little w***e, he whispered into my ear on a regular basis. My beautiful Jezebel. My sin. My salvation.
It was at this time that I first came to love him.
Our days began and ended with me nursing hungrily on his rod—sometimes being permitted, at the same time, to pleasure myself, sometimes not. Increasingly—rather than knotting his fingers painfully in my hair, thrusting forcefully down my throat—he tenderly stroked my head, my ears, my cheeks, permitting me to control the depth of penetration.
I worked diligently, until I was able to take him fully, welcoming him into my throat, excited and proud of my acc
