If hell is what’s festering in my chest, they lied, it’s not all bad, it’s perfection. It’s right.
Her tongue rubs across the ridges on the roof of my mouth, hitting each dip slowly, making me groan. My cock, harder than ever, aches with awareness. She’s skilled with that tongue, making me wonder what else she’s an expert at. But the idea of her taking my cock down her throat is wrong.
God.
I need that.
Stella doesn’t ever go down on me. She believes it’s uncouth of a wife to do.
Tempest moans in my mouth as I allow her this little control. The only control she’ll ever have. When I notice my door is wide open, the Deacon Evan Shaw Counselor words visible, I pull her away.
With a pout, she reaches for me. It takes all the strength in me to fully detangle myself from her. Somehow, we’d become hands, legs, and mouths in the short-lived minute together. Stepping toward the door, I close it, using the Do Not Disturb sign that isn’t allowed to be used unless with a client or on lunch. For good measure, I close the privacy blinds, too. Even without them, the glass is textured, like a shower door would be. But there’s something sacrilegious about to happen, and not even God can stop me now.
When I turn back toward her, her eyes are narrowed in a sexy way, almost as if she’s as high on sin as I am.
She sits at the futon in my office, the one that I’ve had to sleep on when I work too late or am in an argument with Stella. She sits, her legs widened, almost inviting. Playing with the hem of her shirt, she bites her lips.
“Tell me again, Father. What sins have you succumbed to for me?” The way the siren speaks has me shaking with anticipation.
“Not enough,” I respond, my voice pure gravel. Filled to the brim with sexual tension. “But by the end of our sessions, Tempest, I’ll be able to fill a fucking Bible.”
At that her eyes close, and she widens her pose more, unbuckling her skin tight jeans. My cock could practically break my zipper with how needy it has become, but I need her to release it.
One thing she’ll quickly learn, since she tempted me, broke my vows, and asked for more, is she will do as I say, and beg me for more.
“Tempest,” I growl, her eyes widening immediately. Yes. You do want me to command you. She stands without me asking, closing the distance between us.
“Yes, Father?” she taunts, testing my control. She notices how close to the edge I am, she must with how she smirks evilly. “Oh, did I do something wrong?” Placing her small hands on my pecs, she drags a nail up and down, making goosebumps rise. I growl, shaking with need. I turn us, making me face the door. Just in case.
“Unbuckle me,” I demand. My voice harsher than intended. She smiles, her entire face lighting up with the command.
“Okay,” she muses.
“Okay, what?” I grump.
“Okay, Father,” she answers, sure of herself.
Her hands don’t fumble as she grips my belt, pulling me even closer. Her fingers are cold as they slip under the waist of my slacks. She skips the belt altogether, dipping her hand down my pants, gripping me in the next second. She groans at the same time I do. When she wraps around me, I feel myself leaking at the tip.
“Stop teasing,” I grunt, even while enjoying her touch.
She doesn’t say anything, but feathers her finger over the head of my dick, making me tense. “But teasing is my favorite.”
Groaning, I remove her hand. With my belt buckle in hand, I grab her, forcing her to unbuckle it. She must see the command in my eyes, because she pushes my hand away, skilled as ever, and undoes my pants. Tilting her chin with my knuckle, I bite her lip hard, enjoying the feel of her flesh beneath my teeth.
“You've already brought me to my knees, Tempest. Now, be a good little sinner, and take my cock.”
She smiles, falling to the ground like she would to pray. Just like I imagined, her eyes batting slowly, watching me in reverence.
Releasing my cock from my jeans, she stares at me widely. Without my order, she takes me down her throat in one go. My body shakes and I practically fall into my desk, barely able to hold myself steady.
She takes me in long pulls, drool slipping from the edges of her mouth. When I grip her head, pulling her hair, thrusting deep, tears pool around her eyes. The sight is beautiful, her smudged makeup, the drool and tears, and the way she bobs her head faster, chasing my release with me.
When my hips gyrate, thrusting deeper and deeper, at the cusp of my release, my door flies open, and all hell breaks loose.
Thou shall not commit adultery.
I failed you, God.
With my wife standing there, disgust and shock on her face, she knows it too.
“What the fuck?” she screeches, her face one of murder. When Tempest doesn’t stop sucking, even with my deflating cock, my wife screams, leaving with a door slam.
Tempest grips my hips, forcing myself deeper and deeper, my length harder than a rock at her brazenness and need to finish making me weak.
"Just like that, little girl. Take all of me," I command.
She rubs her tongue across the vein in my shaft and swallows as I come down her throat. When the high leaves, it dawns on me that my wife witnessed my sin and I partook from this girl until I couldn't.
Tempest stares at me with her little doe eyes—wet with tears and caked with dry mascara streaks—kissing my exposed softening length while holding my legs.
"Please don't leave me," she begs. "I'll be a good girl, I promise."
I kneel down, removing her hands, and kiss her. Tasting myself on her tongue, I tangle mine with hers, claiming her, taking and taking and taking with everything she has to offer. And then I close my office door and sin until Tempest can't stand to walk out.
I sin before God.
I sin before the wedding band on my finger.
And lastly, I sin until I don't care that my wife will end my life, because at this moment, only my Tempest matters.
Everything else will come with time.
God is my only judge, and with what I've read he participated in, I feel fairly just in my actions.
THE END.
The Eighth Commandment
Thou shall not steal
Del Diablo
Natalie Bennett
Chapter One
Athena
My body felt as if it’d been run down by a train.
Palm dragging down a grubby face, I worked my jaw to cure its stiffness. Heavy lids lifted, and I found myself staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling.
Quicker than I could keep up with, memories of what had transpired the last twenty-four hours came rushing back. With a sharp inhalation, I slammed my hands onto ribbed concrete and hoisted myself into a sitting position. The thick chain secured to the iron belt around my torso gave little resistance, its slack remaining coiled beside me.
“What the fuck?” I whispered, fingering the thin material of the gown someone had dressed me in. I couldn’t recall being undressed, which meant it happened when I was unconscious.
There wasn’t any soreness between my legs, so I was ninety-nine percent sure I hadn’t been violated in that way, at least I hoped not.
I turned my head from left to right to loosen the kinks in my neck and studied the room. The walls just like the floor were stone. There was one lone window that sat too high up to be of much help, but the lack of sunlight let me know it was still nighttime.
There was one massively arched door at the far end of the rounded room, the only way in or out. Nothing else was in here except a row of empty shelves that could use a thorough dusting.
I wondered where the others had been taken, and if they were okay. The robed men had separated us without explanation as to what their intentions were.
“Hello?” my voiced echoed softly in the empty room. My call was met with weighted silence.
I reached down and fumbled with the iron belt cinched around my torso. It wasn’t tight enough to restrict my breathing, but I wou
ldn’t dare say it was comfortable either.
“Fuck,” I muttered, discovering an impression clearly meant for a key. This wouldn’t be coming off anytime soon.
Taking hold of the excess chain, I looked to where it was hooked on the wall, a more obvious lock securing it to a rounded base. I started tugging even as my subconscious realized there was no way for me to break free.
A noise from just outside the door had my spine stiffening. There was a melodic jingle followed by the sound of a lock turning. I quickly maneuvered so that my back was to the wall, clenching the excess chain as if it could be used as some sort of weapon.
There was a loud creak, a man stepped inside with a tray cradled against his chest. “I was wondering when you’d wake.”
His voice had a chilled sensation taking root in my chest. He stepped further into the room. Eyes the color of seafoam peered down at me from beneath a black hood. I blinked rapidly, lips parting in disbelief as I stared back at a familiar face.
Chapter Two
Athena
10 days earlier.
Unsurprisingly, shit went wrong.
Staring up at my popcorn ceiling, I ignored the urge to get out of bed and go investigate this latest screw up. There was lots of cursing from down the hall followed by the sound of a chair colliding with a wall.
They were in the dining room, which was approximately six steps away from my bedroom.
“Thea!” my sister called for me.
I remained as I was, sort-of wishing she didn’t know me so well. It wasn’t any secret that I slept light as a feather.
“Athena!” she full blown shouted this time.
I released one of those deep, this is total bullshit sighs and kicked my duvet onto the floor, swinging my legs over the side of the bed.
Smothering a yawn, I grabbed my cell from its charger and glimpsed down at the screen as I made a lazy exit. 1:24 in the freaking morning.
I took my six steps and evaluated the scene in front of me. Toby, my sister’s brilliant boyfriend, was hunched over the table with one hand clutching his side. She stood there in all black clothing trying to reassure him that... Well, I didn’t know what of exactly. I didn’t particularly care either.
And it’s not that I was self-centered, I’d just seen this one too many times already. Plus, he was bleeding and if there was one thing that didn’t go with extremely beige carpet, it was blood.
“He’s ruining the floor,” I pointed out.
Heather’s head snapped up and eyes two shades darker than mine narrowed in what I’m sure was some form of anger. But still, the floor.
“That’s your main concern? Grab me the med kit.”
“Yeah, it is. I don’t really want to explain why we have your boyfriend’s life essence stained into the carpet,” I replied, turning to do as she told me.
Entering our small bathroom, I heard more cursing. Had this not been a common occurrence in our household I may have felt more empathetic to Toby’s situation. He had knack for getting hurt even in the most laid-back scenarios.
I grabbed the plastic med kit and returned to the main room. The ranch styled house was open concept so you could see everything in its entirety, apart from the rooms off the small hall. My sister was now in the kitchen with Toby, who was standing but still hunched over.
“Does he need an actual hospital, maybe?” I asked, passing her the kit.
“Hospitals mean questions,” Toby rasped.
I rolled my eyes. They were standing right in front of me, so it was safe to assume they’d gotten away. And they were empty handed at that. I doubted anyone was looking for them.
“Well, no one can ask you much of anything if you drop dead.” This earned me a glare from both. An apology was on the tip of my tongue, vanishing the second my sister lifted his slightly saturated T-shirt.
“You did all of this for a flesh wound?”
“Thea,” Taylor chastised.
“I’ve had papercuts worse than that.” I was exaggerating, but his injury wasn’t anywhere near as bad as they were making it out to be.
It might have needed a stitch or two at most. I watched my sister play nurse for a few minutes before I decided my presence was no longer needed.
Without another word I turned on my heel and trudged back to my bedroom.
Nothing out of the ordinary here. This was just a regular morning in the Balaam household
It’s one thing to be a criminal, but to be an idiot too? I had no idea what my sister saw in Toby.
Their relationship was a terrible rendition of a romance novel. Prom queen and head cheerleader falling for the bad boy from the wrong side of the tracks. Only, nothing about Toby was remotely attractive or mysterious like in those books. He was built like a Slim-Jim and reminded me of Bill Nye, only with jailhouse tattoos.
My sister could do ten times better.
But since she had sacrificed so much to raise me, I never complained or bitched about our relatively new living situation.
Still, this shit was getting old. Something had to be done. I knew bills were a little tight right now. Taylor was let go a week ago and neither of us worked the kind of jobs that led to picket fence houses with bright green lawns. Being thieves was not the solution, though. It couldn’t be.
I’d left home an hour or so ago and was currently still loitering around the grocery store. I wasn’t sure which kind of snacks one needed for an intervention, but that’s what I was searching for. I grabbed a bag of tortilla chips and then began perusing the various kinds of salsa, selecting the most basic kind.
It was at this monumentally significant moment that the course of my life was drastically altered. I turned to toss the jar into my cart, and that’s when I saw him coming down the aisle.
Eyes the color of seafoam met mine and plump lips lifted into a panty-melting smile.
Holy shit. I froze, drinking him in like I was dying of thirst. He looked the same as he had two years ago, only ten times more gorgeous. I know it’s not everyday someone uses that word to describe a guy, but Draven Alistair was that and more.
I once had a thing for his name alone. Something about it always stirred up school-girl butterflies, which was perfect since that’s where I first saw him.
“Athena, right?” he greeted, and his voice still reminded me of warm honey.
I tilted my head to the side, smoothly hiding my surprise. “You remember me?”
His pristine teeth made an appearance as his smile grew. “How could I forget you? You were the first person to befriend my cousin.”
Your psycho cousin.
“Oh, yeah. How is she?”
“Good. She’s a lot better where she’s at now.”
What a smooth way to skip over the giant elephant haunting that situation.
Beatrice had come rolling into Pravus Prep in the middle of my freshman year. She looked like a living breathing barbie doll and had the bubbly personality to match, but there was always something off about her.
Me and two other friends overlooked it, bringing her into our fold. All was fine and dandy until she had an epic meltdown in the locker room after volleyball practice. Draven was always the one who picked her up, after that day I never saw her again.
I’d tried to check on her a few times after graduation, but they lived within a gated community better armed than Fort Knox and her phone had been disconnected. It was quite weird, honestly.
Not the gated community thing, the Alistair family was loaded, it was her vanishing into thin air I found concerning.
Then again, I suppose when you had money you had options to do things like that.
“Special occasion?” Draven gestured to the contents in my cart.
I almost scoffed. “I wish it were for something that simple.” Before he could question what I meant by that, I asked him the same thing. “What about you? That is a lot of meat.”
“My cousin and I found the new location for our expansion. So, now we celebrate.”
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��You’re expanding?” I had heard through the grapevine that he was looking to do just that, but I didn’t put much faith in the rumors around here. Besides, the Rothwell church was already so big it couldn’t fit in town.
“There’s been some heavy interest from...others.”
An awkward silence stretched between us after that. The polite thing would have been to ask about his church, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do that.
My father had been super into religion. Okay, major understatement. The guy thought he was the big man in the sky himself. One of my fondest memories of him was forcing me to write certain scriptures over and over before I had to ‘repent’ my sins.
I wasn’t sure which religion Draven even followed, but weren’t they all the same at the end of the day? Not that it mattered much. I was already paddling up shit’s creek with the whole Toby issue. What anyone else did or didn’t do was none of my damn business.
Anyways, Draven looked nothing like any other priest, pastor, reverend or whatever the fuck I had seen before.
He had a jawline that could cut glass, dimpled chin, hair as dark as a starless sky always styled to perfection.
Those eyes of his were like a silent lure. Oh, and don’t get me started on his body. Cut in all the right places it was obvious he spent a dedicated amount of time in the gym. He smelled good too, which I thought was vitally important.
I refrained from leaning in and inhaling like the weirdo I was for pondering that idea in the first place. Draven, being such a respectful soul, simply stood there and let me ogle him as if I’d never seen a male specimen before.
I realized what I was so openly doing and felt my face explode with heat. I knew I was blushing, and because I was cursed with my mother’s porcelain skin that meant everything from my neck to the back of my ears was turning a terrible shade of tomato red.
“Well, it was good seeing you,” I said politely, grabbing for the rail of my cart. I barely took a step before his finger’s wrapped around my bicep.
I looked at where he held me, and then up to his suddenly intrusive gaze.
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