Chapter 1
Lani’s POV
I stood in front of the church with trembling hands and a racing heart.
Should I just go home? I asked myself. But there was no answer I could give. I had to win the bet.
It was simple.
"Go to the church and confess your kinkiest fantasy to the priest. Win a brand new car." Daya had dared me with that smug face of hers.
I know, it's risky. But what's life without risk?
I grabbed the heavy wooden door and pulled it open. The receptionist inside smiled, then her eyes dropped to my outfit, she shook her head in disbelief. I don't like feeling cooped up, so I was wearing a short skirt with no panties and a short coat, barely buttoned up.
"Greetings, sister. How may we help you today? Deliverance or a one-on-one session?" she asked.
"I'm here to see Priest Kaden for a confession," I announced.
Yes, I was given a specific person to confess to. Daya chose him because he always acted like no sin could break him away from God. And besides, I'd checked his profile online. He was definitely too hot for a guy twice my age. Dark hair, sharp jaw, eyes that looked like they'd seen everything but judged nothing. The kind of face that belonged on a magazine, not behind a collar.
"Father Kaden isn't available," she replied.
"Okay then. I'll wait until he is." I took a seat on the wooden bench.
After what felt like forever, one of the church boys finally led me to the confession room. It was small. Dark. A wooden screen divided the room. Candles flickered on the walls. The air smelled like old wood, incense, and something else. Something warm.
I sat down and cleared my throat, making my voice as sultry as it had ever been.
"Good day, Father. I'm here to confess my sins."
"Confess, and you shall be forgiven." His voice was deep. Calm. Commanding.
I swallowed an empty lump in my throat.
"Yes, Father. My name is Lani. I'm twenty years old. And I'm a sinner." I paused. Let the words hang. "I have deep fantasies about being chased in the woods by a masked man so he can fuck my throat and tie me to a tree. Put a gag in my mouth and fuck me endlessly."
My voice came out raspy. My thighs pressed together.
“What is this?” He asked.
"This is not proper, Sister Lani. You shouldn't say that in a holy land." Priest Kaden's voice got louder. Warning. "I have to ask you to leave."
Is he getting worked up over my fantasy?
"But this is a confession room," I argued. "I'm here to confess my sins. Why do I have to leave?" The fact that I couldn't see him was annoying. Was his face red? Was he hard under that robe?
"You need to go to a therapist, Sister Lani. Not this place."
I almost rolled my eyes. "Will a therapist forgive my sins? This is the right place to confess and ask for forgiveness." I lowered my voice. "Are you feeling worked up, Father?"
"Of course not."
"So, Father, I'll continue." I shifted on the hard wooden seat. "After fucking me in the woods, I want him to lay me on the ground and eat my pussy out."
The words left my mouth and heat flooded my belly. Priest Kaden didn't say anything. But his breathing got heavier. I could hear it through the screen.
My hands moved on their own. I unbuttoned my coat. Leaned back. My fingers slid down my stomach, down to my wetness.
I shouldn't be doing this. But I couldn't stop.
"I also want to be fucked in a cemetery," I moaned, rubbing myself. "I want to lie on one of the coffins and get fucked."
My clit pulsed under my fingers. Fuck, I was so wet already.
"I want to be fucked in a church. I want to be eaten out on the altar. I want to be fucked in front of people so they can watch how good I take a big cock." I let out a soft hum. "And right now? I'm touching myself to the thought of that."
"Wha… what?" He stuttered.
I smiled triumphantly. My fingers moved faster, thinking of him doing it. His hands. His mouth. His voice telling me what to do.
I haven’t seen him face to face but his presence was already making feel this way or maybe I’m just a natural Whore.
"It feels so good. Oh my God. Yes." My eyes rolled back.
Fuck. I'm close.
"Can I cum, Father? Please. I need to hear your voice."
He was silent for one heartbeat. Two.
Then he growled, "Yes. You can cum."
I screamed. My body shook. I came right there on the floor of the confession room. I must say this is the fastest I’ve ever done.
On the other side of the screen, I heard him scrambling. A chair scraping. He must have come to his senses.
"Lani—"
"My last confession for the day," I cut him off, still breathless, "is that while fingerfucking myself, I thought about you doing all of that to me." I paused. "And I'm not wearing panties or a bra. Do you want to see?"
"Don't ever come here again." His voice was sharp. The door slammed.
He was gone.
I buttoned up my coat, picked up my bag, and left without wiping the chair.
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One week later, I went back. But I wasn't allowed to see him. He'd meant what he said.
But I couldn't stop thinking about him. The way his breathing got heavier. The way he'd growled yes, you can cum. That word played in my head on a loop. I'd recorded the whole thing on my phone. That recording was my porn now. Every night, I listened to it. Touched myself to it.
But I needed more. I needed him to touch me. To fuck me.
I need to reach out to him.
I pulled out my phone and searched the church's website for his details. There it was. Father Kaden's phone number. For personal prayer requests.
Okay. Yeah. This is it.
I saved the number. Should I send a text? Or a picture?
A picture would be better.
I went into the bathroom and took off all my clothes. Stood naked in front of the mirror. Steadied my phone and took a picture of my breasts. My nipples were already hard.
What else? Oh. I have an idea.
I went back to my room and laid on the bed. Spread my legs. Placed my phone directly in front of my wet pussy.
Then I hit record.
"Hi, Father. This is Lani. I want you to see what you do to me."
I touched myself. Flipped my clit. My pussy was already glistening. God, he'd never even touched me and I was like this.
"Oh fuck. This is so good." I pushed two fingers inside. My thumb rubbed my clit. "Oh, Father Kaden."
I played the recording from the confession room on my other phone. His heavy breathing filled the room.
"Father, fuck me so hard. Please. I can take your cock. Please." I was squirming now, begging to a phone. "Father, I want to cum. Can I?"
On the recording, his voice answered: "Yes. You can cum."
I squirted and came at the same time. My whole body shook. I widened my pussy with my two fingers so the camera could see how well I came for him.
Then I sat up. Grabbed my phone. Put my left hand between my legs, scooped up some of my cum, and licked it off my finger.
I flashed a smile at the camera. Ended the video.
What if he doesn't like it?
I held my breath.
And pressed send.
