Chapter Fifteen
The Passion
“Behold our Jezebel!” The Message proclaimed. “Our Holy w***e! Our Sacred Succubus! Our End, Our Beginning; Our Ally, Our Foe; Our damnation . . . and Our Redemption!”
He stood before the basement congregation nude; I knelt at his feet in the same state, trembling just a little, in both fear and desire, my heart racing.
Perhaps tumescence was his natural, permanent, state; when he shifted on his feet, to scan the room, it almost appeared that his rod was pointing at each congregant in turn.
A promise?
A threat?
A demonstration of power?
I wanted it so much, so desperately; my newly stretched cunny twitched and yearned; there was not the slightest possibility of getting even the crown into my mouth.
And yet I hungered for it.
“This beautiful w***e,” he
