The Pastor Of Kink

by Williams, Debbie

  My head meets the soft pillow and I close my eyes while I catch my breath. I feel her get out of the bed and pat her way over to the bathroom. The soft sound of the shower breaks the silence. Making my way to the bathroom door, I lean against the doorframe and drink in the sight of loveliness. Watching mesmerized as she runs her hands over the fullness of her breasts, pausing briefly at her nipples, then down to her stomach where she hesitates, her hand held flat to her skin. Her head leans back against the cool white tiles as the steam smokes its way around her.

  My cock strains as I continue to watch. My hand wraps around it and slowly works back and forth along the length. I step into the shower, wrapping my arm around her from behind. Her head rolls back onto my shoulder. Turning so she can meet my gaze with hers I find her mouth with mine, rolling my tongue around hers.

  Her arm snakes its way around my neck, turning to face me, leaning back against the tiles. She crooks a finger and beckons me towards her. By now my cock feels ready to explode yet again. I move closer, pressing my torso against hers. She leans her head up to my ear and whispers “Condom or no more sex.”

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  TREY

  “NO MORE SEX” I heard in a stern Irish accent, and suddenly I was awake, it had been a dream, we had finally settled to sleep as opposed to trying to break any records there may be for continuous sex. We had both needed to recharge and had slept through the rest of the day and through until the next morning. Finding my T-shirt, I lift it to my face, blotting the beads of perspiration that had formed while I had slept. My head was constantly filled with images of Roisin; she drove me insane in every way. Who would have thought when I arrived here that I would meet the person who was quite possibly my soul mate?

  I really need to get my head straight and end all other thoughts of seeing anyone else, this addiction I had needed to be beaten once and for all. Preferably before someone got hurt. I have a connection with all five of them, they all fulfil the need I have in their own way, but Roisin was the only one who really knew me inside and out.

  I would have to get them one by one and put an end to it once and for all. This is the only way I can move on and hopefully have a normal relationship with Roisin.

  ROISIN

  Resting my head in my hands silently chastising myself for being so stupid. Now look where I am, a long way from home, I have no plans to go back to a group of friends who all seem to be jealous in a catty way because of a relationship they really don’t know about as yet. Worse of all I just might be pregnant. How on earth had I managed to allow myself to let it get to this stage? All I do know is Trey makes my whole body feel alive, he also makes me feel like he really wants to know the real me not just the outside shell.

  But, I really do need to talk to someone; I hadn’t gotten to say much to Cathy before she was sick. I am racking my brains to think of who can I speak to about it all? More importantly is there someone I can trust? I can only really think of Tess, being from England she will understand surely.

  Flipping the cover on my cell, scrolling through my numbers, I hesitate briefly before I hit the green icon. “Hey Tess here, how you doing Roisin?”

  “Hey sweetie do you fancy a visitor or are you still spaced out on drugs?”

  “Awww Hun I really can’t promise staying alert long enough to make much sense” Tess sighed she sounded so fed up.

  “Well I really don’t know where to start for the best, so maybe I should just blurt it out. I have been seeing Trey since he arrived here in town, and now I am in such a predicament. I didn’t mean to fall so hard, but Tess, it’s getting harder and harder by the day to leave him to go do anything that he isn’t involved in. He makes me feel more alive than I have felt since before I left Belfast. Not just in the mind neither if you get what I mean” it was silent at the other end; all I could make out was the soft sounds of Tess breathing.

  “Run that by me again Roisin, I could have sworn you just told me you’re seeing Trey” a shocked or was it a slightly annoyed voice that finally replied?

  “It all started a couple of days after he arrived, Tess that man only has to look at me and I could have an orgasm. He is the hottest lover I have ever had and I mean EVER. There is a problem though and I really don’t know what to do about it all” I swallowed the lump that was threatening to make me start sobbing.

  “Roisin you can tell me anything you know that, please tell me he isn’t into violent stuff when having sex, I wouldn’t be happy knowing you were going through something like that” I could hear her shift in her chair and a soft groan of maybe a pain hitting her.

  “I really don’t want to burden you with my worries Tess you have enough to cope with, your ankle must be driving you crazy” before I could say another word Tess interrupted my voice.

  “For fuck sake Roisin I just told you I am always here to talk, will you just spill the fucking beans or so help me I will get to where you are and knock your fucking head off your shoulders lady” I hadn’t heard Tess swear so many times in one sentence before so figured I better just tell her.

  “Ok here goes. Trey hasn’t always been the man we know; when he was younger he was a bad kid, constantly getting into trouble with the police. He spent some time in prison. That is where he was taken under the wing of the prison pastor. He gave him guidance, and straightened him out. Trey then felt he could better himself by becoming a pastor. It was only after he took up his first post that he found himself drawn to what has now become an addiction. Basically Tess he is addicted to sex” almost immediately I heard Tess gasp in shock. I contemplated not telling her anymore but I really needed to talk to someone about what was happening.

  “He had a long term thing going on with a woman called Vanessa, she was married, but they carried on anyway. Her husband found out and let her know with his fists what he thought about it. She killed herself Tess”, I could feel my throat constrict as I fought back the tears again.” He moved away to another town where something else happened, he had to leave there because Vanessa’s husband found him. That was when he moved here. Two nights ago we were in bed, the night we had the heavy rain, I got up to close the window, and was met by a tall figure in the shadows just staring in at us, I haven’t been so scared in my life ever. We are now holed up in a motel hoping this guy won’t find us. Trey ran after him and it was then he realised who it was, Vanessa’s husband, he has found him again and he has sworn to get revenge on Trey. I am so scared that something will happen to him Tess” The floodgates opened, I sank deeper into my chair and sobbed, all highlighted by total silence at the other end of the line.

  “I don’t know what to say Roisin, my instinct is to tell you to get away from him now, before something bad happens. However if it were me, I wouldn’t want to leave neither. Only you know what is the right thing to do. Just ask yourself two questions do you love him enough? Is he your life partner you can’t be without?” Silence followed yet again.

  Stifling my sobs, I looked around this small room and knew that no matter what happened I couldn’t be without him. I loved him and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. “Not much I can do about it now Tess, even if I wanted to leave I know I can’t, I belong here with him.”

  Suddenly I heard the sound of Trey returning, “I gotta go Tess he is back, thank you for listening, I will call you again tomorrow, Love ya babe” I hung up before she could reply. Turning to face my gorgeous man, I gave him a weak smile and whispered “HI”. Before I could say anything else he had lifted me from the chair, his mouth descending on mine, soft and gentle, as he carried me towards the bed, as he lay me down, he lowered himself to be on top. His kisses became more urgent, tongue roughly parting my lips; it began the slow sultry dance with mine, his heart providing the beat like a drum. His hands exploring every part of my body, his fingers playing with my hardened nipples. “Fuck Roisin do you realise what you do to me? I crave your body morning, noon and night. The feel of your hot, wet, tight pussy wrapped around me drives me i
nsane; it is all I think about when we are apart.” His gruff voice rasped to me, all the while his fingers travelled down my body until he had pushed one deep inside me. My breathing became heavy, panting with need.

  He grabbed both my hands with his left hand, holding them tightly together just above my head. His right hand began playing more, a second finger joined the first while his thumb rubbed my clit in a circular motion, the moans escaping my mouth got louder with each move he made. He shifted slightly, unzipping himself to free his erection, positioning it at my entrance, he pushed forward slightly causing me to gasp. He continued this for what seemed like an age, barely inside me, yet enough to get a response. Dear God this man drove me crazy. I was about to beg for more when he pulled back, leaving me feeling empty, then pushed himself to the hilt, deep and hard. My hips lifted to meet his, as I dug my nails into my hand. Wrapping my legs tightly around his waist as he moved within me, in and out, harder with every thrust. Feeling a deep, yet satisfying pain with each of his forward moves. He released my hands, moving onto his knees, he grabbed each of my ankles and put them on his shoulders, I swear he was moving deeper than before, if this was even possible. His breathing became laboured, almost in sync with mine, between each breath he moaned loudly, gathering pace, I felt his hard cock swell within me, sensing straight away that he was almost there, my inner muscles gripped him tightly as my body began to tremble, A loud guttural cry left him as he tensed all over just as I felt him release within me. Letting my legs gently leave his shoulders he dropped on top of me recovering slowly, his breathing still heavy. He nuzzled the side of my neck with gentle nips to the skin. It was then I realised one BIG mistake, NO CONDOM yet again.

  “Trey we have to be more careful, as much as I love the feel of you naked inside me, I could get pregnant if we carry on like this”. He looked me deep in the eyes and smiled as he whispered, “you say that like it is a bad thing Roisin we would make such beautiful babies”.

  Sighing heavily I realised I was done for; this man was so deep inside me, and not just like that! I mean in my head, my heart, my very soul, I don’t think I could refuse him anything. “Would you really want to have a child after only knowing me a few weeks?”

  “Baby, you are all I think about every minute of every day, I can honestly say that my addiction has changed from just wanting to fuck your body to wanting to fuck YOU, have sex with you, make love to you, see you react to my touch, my tongue, my kiss, I can’t get enough of being inside your body. I see your face in my dreams and hear your voice in my head. I can definitely say my heart is no longer my own”.

  Hot tears stung my eyes as I took in everything he was saying, who was I trying to kid when I called our lovemaking with no protection a BIG mistake? I was fooling nobody; I was lost and loved every minute of it!

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  TREY

  Roisin lay curled into my side, her eyes closed in peaceful sleep. Her pale skin spattered with freckles; her face framed perfectly by her long red curls. My head felt as though it was about to explode, it was full of what had happened over the last few years, all culminating in the last few months. A few months where I had let my addiction take control of me once again. Where I had met the one person who was fast becoming the love of my life, my soul mate.

  Gently easing myself from her side, I slid across the bed, pulling on my shorts as I made my way to the door. Carefully I turned the handle and stepped outside. The sky was a deep purple grey mixed with a tinge of beige, storm clouds rolling in from the mountains. Leaning back against the wall I just let my mind wander, how it had all gotten to be quite so complicated I would never know. Well if I actually took the time to process it all I knew exactly how, I just couldn’t come to terms with why I had let myself get into this mess again. Five women equally special in their own way had fuelled the hunger I had deep inside. Only for one to take the heart of me and turn it upside down.

  A loud crash to my left brought me back to my senses and made me jump, I turned to hear Roisin scream, the crash of the window scaring her from her sleep. My heart thumped in my chest as panic set in, I ran to the edge of the walkway to find my nemesis Clay Jackson with a menacing smile on his face. I was torn between going after him and tending to Roisin. But I knew Roisin was the only concern I had right now. As I barged back into the room I surveyed the sight in front of me, it was like a scene from a slasher movie. She was sat on the edge of the bed, eyes wide with fear, hands in front of her face shaking, tears rolling down her cheeks. It was then that I noticed a large shard of glass lodged in the right side of her face. Her salty tears had mixed with the blood from the wound so all I saw was blood appearing to be running down her face. I ran over to her grabbing my shirt, I moved her hands away down and gently placed my shirt to the wound. It was only then that Roisin realised she was injured. Her eyes widened as the salty tears entered the wound, “Trey pull it out please” she begged me hysterically.

  “Roisin, calm down baby please, I know this hurts but I can’t take it out, it could cause more damage. God help me Clay Jackson will pay for this”. I tried to soothe her fears, by gently stroking her back. My insides were raging like the lava flow from an angry volcano, reaching for my cell phone I called 911; requesting an ambulance and the police. It seemed only minutes before the first responders arrived. The paramedics took over caring for Roisin while the police wanted to know the full details of what had happened.

  The police took a brief description of events then let me join Roisin in the ambulance to head to the emergency room. I didn’t give them Clays name as I wanted the pleasure of giving him a pasting myself. All the while I held her hand tightly, my heart felt broken in two as I observed the sheer terror in her eyes. As we arrived I jumped out first and stood by to allow them to get her straight inside. I followed behind like a lost puppy, lifting my cell phone from my pocket I called the rest of the girls, only one seemed to care, the other three seemed very distant and off hand, only giving curt replies to what I was telling them. Tess took in everything I said and asked me to give her love to Roisin and apologise for her not being able to be there with her; she also said she didn’t think it was right that we spent much time together in light of the situation. I was confused by this remark, what situation? The only thing I could think of was the fact I had been playing them all since I arrived. As far as I was concerned they knew nothing about one another and the games I had played. I then found myself praying.

  “Please God let it be an easy fix, I swear here and now that I will behave and with the obvious exception of Roisin, I would never seek the body of another woman again”

  Moving through to the small treatment room they had taken Roisin to, my breath catching as I saw how fragile she looked on the gurney. The glass shard was still lodged in her face. Two doctors were leaning over her looking closely, muttering to one another and nodding or shaking dependant on what the other said. Eventually they announced She would need surgery to remove the glass, and some amount of microsurgery to minimise the possibility of scarring. Roisin began sobbing almost straight away.

  “Not a general anaesthetic surgery? I can’t have that, please not that” She managed to say with her weakened voice.

  “Baby you can’t have it done while you’re awake, you need to be totally relaxed and that would be the only way” She wasn’t acting like herself at the moment. I just didn’t understand why she would be acting this way. “Why don’t you want it done? Please tell me”

  She clammed up totally, closed her eyes and turned her head away. There was something more going on that I was obviously being kept out of.

  ROISIN

  I told them to make Trey leave, how could I look him in the eye and tell him I was pregnant? He wouldn’t want that in his life. He is attractive, in the prime of his life, what would he want with a stupid little Irish girl who couldn’t even keep herself from getting pregnant.

  The Doctor look at me intently, “Roisin whatever your reason is we can assure you that
nothing will happen to you, we have an excellent team who will make sure your face is relatively scar free” he then turned to Trey and asked him to leave until after the surgery, they would contact him when it was over.

  I don’t think I will ever forget the look of hurt that came over Trey’s face. His lips formed a tight thin line and his brows drew together. He approached the bed and gave me a long kiss, a kiss so tender it was as though he was telling me how much he loved me in it. He looked at me once more and turned on his heel and left.

  TREY

  As I left the treatment room I fished my cell phone from my pocket once more, time to get to work and find out where I could find the bastard who had done this to my girl. Clay fucking Jackson would be sorry he ever threw that rock. After a few calls had been made I managed to find out that he had been under treatment for the depression caused by the suicide of his wife. Something I had to accept having a part in.

  I walked and walked for a good while, trying to process events in my mind. Another storm started as lightning suddenly tore through the sky, leaving bright scars like forks on the still dark landscape. After each one the thunder crashed like a bellow of anger. Eventually I reached the prayer house, turning my key in the lock I entered, only then did I realise just how soaked I was. Sitting on the first chair I came too I rested my head in my hands. I didn’t deserve her; in the same way I hadn’t deserved Vanessa. I was bad to the core and would never change. How many more lives would I destroy through my addiction?