Sinner's Den : A steamy stories collection

02- LEAD ME INTO TEMPTATION

~Sirene~

“I’ve committed a great deal of sin, father. A whole lot that I doubt that God would ever show me mercy.” I whispered, peering through the little openings in the confessional.

“That is why he encourages you to come to him. He will always forgive.”

“But…what if I come to you instead? Will you make the aches go away? Will you make all the aches that I felt so late at night, during rainy nights to go away?”

It was funny how he tried his best to derail from whatever I say that seemed too sensual. I wasn’t deceived by the innocent looks that he had during Mass. From experience, I knew that the ones with the innocent expressions are always the beasts in bed.

Which was exactly why I wanted Fr. Peter.

“Whenever you feel low, call on the holy--”

“Oh, I already know that, Fr. But the holy spirit won’t be able to take care of the needs that I have right now. You’re the only one who can help me”

There was a slight pause, then he spoke. “How do you think I can help you?”

“For a start, you can let me in. I need to be face to face with you to show you how exactly you can help me.”

Another pause.

He was going to take the bait. He had seen the way that I looked at him, the gestures that I make while in church, and the way I talk to him. If he ever lets me through that door, then I would be sure that he’s barely holding onto the last shreds of his morality.

I wondered if he was a virgin, though my guess would be a no. He was a free young man before he decided to serve the Lord. Surely, he would have made a few experiments like the rest of us.

“You can come in” he finally said after what felt like an eternity.

I smiled. A victorious sleazy smile. Immediately I walked in, I saw him still wearing his chasuble. I desperately wanted him out of those robes. I wanted to see what he looked like underneath all those layers of clothes.

“So, what did you need help with?” he asked immediately I sat down.

I didn’t respond immediately. Instead, I focused on gazing at him. He was sinfully handsome. He had an artistically structured face with a rough edge to it, the type that makes you think of bad boys. Thick eyebrows that framed his face, and those damned grey eyes that sometimes makes me feel like he was undressing me in his mind whenever he looks at me. The stubble around his jawline were just too perfect and I’ve stared at his structure long enough to know that he would be toned beneath all those clothes.

He had really large hands and long fingers as well. So, he was definitely going to have a big c**k. I could tell. Someone like that shouldn’t have made the decision to be a servant of the Lord.

“I need help with all of this,” I murmured seductively, running my hands from my breasts down to my hips. “I wanna be your favorite sin, Fr. Can you help me with that?”

His eyes followed my movement, and I enjoyed the feeling of him trying to battle with his morality. By the time he looked back up at me, his grey eyes were even more cloudy.

“W-would you like me to pray with you? That is the most important thing you need right now.”

Even his voice had gone a tone lower. I hope the Lord wouldn’t mind sharing him between us. He could proclaim the gospel at the altar during Mass, and worship the altar between my legs after Mass. That singular thought made me involuntarily close my eyes and moan softly.

When I saw that he was still waiting for an answer, I slowly stood and reached under my gown. He watched with mortification as I bent and slowly peeled my panties away from my body.

“W-what are you d-doing?” he stuttered, his nose flaring.

I gave him my most seductive look and threw the panties at him. Surprisingly, he caught it mid-air before dropping it on the little table beside him as if it was hot coal.

“The thing is,” I started, moving closer to him. “I want to f**k you so badly, Father.”

He stifled a cough as the words left my mouth. His awkwardness attracted me even more. I raised my right leg and hung it on the table in front of him, raising my dress to give him a better view of the access in between my legs.

He inhaled sharply and swept his face away, then tried to stand. I swiftly blocked him, pushing him down gently.

“Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from all evil…” he muttered, his hands clenching his Rosary.

“This is a temptation that you’d want to be led into, Father.”

“I don’t need–”

Hs protest was immediately cut short as my lips covered his in a kiss. He didn’t pull away as I expected, but he didn’t kiss me back either. After a while, I slightly pulled away to gauge his reaction.

His breath was faster now and his pupils were dilated. He was aroused. I had him right where I wanted him to be.

Then suddenly, he muttered something under his breath and crushed me to his body before crashing his lips down on mine. And damn, he was a great kisser! His kisses were fierce, possessive, and needy. I could barely keep up as his tongue slid into my mouth, burrowing and searching.

I bit down on his bottom lip and he groaned softly. His hands were already trailing parts from my back down to my thighs. I allowed him, loving the sensations and swapping tongues with him.

When he went down to my inner thigh, I broke the kiss and stopped him. “Not yet, tiger. I wanna give you something to think about while praying tonight.”

I reached underneath his robe and found his belt buckle. I pushed him back onto the chair once I was done freeing his belt. He still looked dazed as he held his robe up, his heart thumping erratically.

Reaching into his trouser, I felt the hot, throbbing piece of hardened flesh. It felt huge, just as I had imagined, and lengthy. I bit down on my lower lip as I rubbed it in his trousers, imagining that it was in me already.

His raspy breath joined with my soft moans. The temptation to bring it out and stuff my mouth with it was overwhelming.

But not yet.

I wanted to give him something to look forward to. I wanted to give him a sin that he would commit whenever his eyes close and he thinks of me.

He reached out for me and tried to kiss me again but I dodged it. “Not so fast, Father.”

I slid my hands out of his trousers and placed a foot on his lap. Then with the same hand, I slid a finger into my cocoon, slid it out, drew the sign of the cross on his forehead with my juice, and then painted his lips with the remaining fluid.

“I’ll see you during Mass next Sunday. I hope you can pray for our sins to be forgiven.”