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The first thing Taecyeon noticed about her was the click of her stilettos across the stone floor of the sanctuary.  Her steps weren’t rushed, the pace even and precise.  The usual constant hum within the church was restrained, as if everyone had frozen in time.    

Her heels brought her closer and closer, Taecyeon held in a long breath as he attempted to see his newest confessor.  A flash of black with a streak of red lips, was all he could see through the small crack in the door.  The creaking of the hinges as she opened the old wooden door seemed to carry on for a lifetime before he heard it finally snap shut.

“Don’t forgive me Father, for I have sinned,” her velvety voice drifted through the partition, a teasing lilt to her words.  He could visualize the vexing smirk on her blood red lips, the twinkle of playful mischief in her eyes.  “I have never given a confession and don’t plan to start today.  I just came to see if you would like to play with me.  For old times sake.”  Taecyeon’s hand twitched at her blatant disrespect and from the memories of a life long forgotten.

There was a pregnant pause, her offer left stagnant in the air.  The old wooden chair groaned from Taecyeon’s weight, the sudden sound thundering to his ears as he repositioned himself.  His body, now tense, searching for some form of relief.  He didn’t speak yet, he couldn’t.  His eyes stayed locked on the crucifix before him, praying for the strength to resist this sinful temptress from his past.  It had been too long since her scent had covered his body like it did now, a heady mix of sweet fruits and deep spice.  The taste of fresh mandarins and peaches on his tongue, the spice of pepper warming his blood.  Clearing his throat as he adjusted his tight collar, a sheen of sweat beginning to cover his skin.

“Your eternal soul is nothing to joke with.  Asking for forgiveness and atoning for-”

“Asking?”  Her throaty chuckle sent shivers down his spine.  Taecyeon hoped–or, he hated to even think it, feared–he would never hear that enchanting sound again.

“Here I always remembered that you preferred it when I begged.  No, not preferred…” Taecyeon sat forward hanging onto her words like a life raft in the sea of sin he floated upon.  Each word that fell from her lips like a wave crashing into his body weighing him down more.  He hoped his faith would give him the energy to fight and keep from sinking into the darkness her sea offered.

“Commanded, no,  No, that’s still not it.  You, you compelled me.  Made me want nothing more than to beg you, because you loved me on my knees or chained up before you.  You got off on hearing my voice raspy and torn from you fucking my throat, tears streaming down my face as I prayed to you for release.  Did your pretty little collar wash away your memories as well as your sins?”

Taecyeon’s breathing deepened, his hands contracting on his knees, blunt nails digging into his pants.  His head turned towards the partition at the soft thud of her falling to her knees on the bench before her.  His heart stopped, nostrils flared, eyes widened.  He could feel the heat her body exuded, feel the warmth of her breath against his neck, her hand as it rest upon his cheek.  He shook his head to remove it only to realize it was never there.

“Is this better?”  Her voice was so soft Taecyeon barely even heard it.  “Is this how you want me Father?  See, I can still be a good girl for you.  Or do you want me defiant?  I think you would prefer that, bend me to your will.”

“I would prefer it if you left me.”  Taecyeon turned to the shadow of his past, his deep voice pleading.  “Leave me and this Holy place behind.  I am begging you, please leave.”  Taecyeon startles at the effervescent laugh that left him with chills.

“You?  Begging me?  Oh, I thought I would never hear those delicious words leave that beautiful mouth.  Come on Father, you can do better than that.  Beseech me, plead to me, sway me to give you that sweet release.  Let me hear how desperate you must feel sitting there in your cassock, looking the picture of sinfully Holy.  Yet your mind and body betraying you as you battle your deepest, darkest desires.  As you sit there trying to ignore that deep itch that has long since been scratched.”

Taecyeon bowed his head as he slowly slid to his knees in the small space.  His hands atop his thighs, straining in the offensive material from his new position.  Taking a deep breath to steady himself he finally spoke.  

“I beg of you to please forget me.  The man you once knew is no longer here.  I pray you will find it in yourself to grant me this one mercy.  Allow me the peaceful life I so crave to lead.”  Taecyeon’s voice cracked as he spoke, his hand came up to the tears cooling on his cheek.  He prayed for the strength to persevere and for forgiveness for his thoughts.  He was startled once more by the cause of his sudden questioning of his faith and life.  

“Well,” she started softly.  “When you use such pretty words, who am I to refuse?”  She stood and peered down at him through the partition.  

“I always knew you would look good on your knees.  Who knew you would be so eager to obey?”  She chuckled to herself, “You know how to reach me if and when you need me.  I’m always ready to play, Father.”

Taecyeon stayed on his knees, long after she left.  He was trapped, like a moth in amber, frozen in time.  He faintly remembered the retreating sound of her heels after the sharp click of the confessional door.  When the door opened and he met the wide eyes of the elderly cleaning lady did he finally move.  His steps were heavy and dragging as he made his way to his office. He didn’t remember removing his robes, leaving his body clad in just the black shirt and pants.  He didn’t remember if he lit the candles or if they were already lit when he opened the door.

All he could remember was the indulgent gratification of her body. The way her full lips would stretch into a snarky grin one moment and the next instant the flesh plumped as teeth sunk into her bottom lip.  He could still taste her lips, the salty mix of his body and her tears as she begged him for more and less all the same.  He hissed, his back arching slightly at the stinging heat of her nails dragging down his back leaving him panting, a moan falling past his lips at her warmth.  Her mouth like satin–warm, wet, and tight around him.  Her lips secured around the base of him like a bow as her throat stretched to welcome his length in a tight embrace.

Taecyeon’s hands came into contact with the bookcase as he steadied himself.  Her walls were the softest, plushest velvet his body had ever sunk into.  The luxuriant feel of her pulsing around him as he guided both their bodies to nirvana.  He could always tell when she was close, the way her body would writhe.  His fingers around her neck feeling her blood rush as her heart pounded much like their bodies when they connected.  How she would clench down on him and whine, their eyes connected the entire time as she fell apart and pulled him down with her.  

Taecyeon’s fist slammed into the wall knocking the crucifix next to him onto the ground as his orgasm rushed through him.  His head thrown back as a harsh and grating moan left his body.  His manhood twitching as he paints the inside of his pants in thick, sticky ropes of white.  Spasms wracking his body at the suddenness of his orgasm. “Impressive.”

Taecyeon shuddered.  That voice… he was hearing her now.  He pushed his fingers through his hair, fingers digging in as he gave the onyx tresses a sharp tug.  He was losing his mind, all because of her, just one conversation. “Lord, speak to me now,” he pleaded softly, “for I fear I’m losing my mind to dark clutches of the demon.”

“Breathe, Priest, you’re not completely unhinged.” He jerked around, eyes wild and jaw loose, to see her casually leaning against his desk, the very desk he penned his sermons admonishing sins of the flesh, the very desk a man he had once been before might have bent the temptress over– Her silky voice cut through his thoughts as she teased, “Obviously, you’re a little bonkers considering you decided to suddenly become a priest of all things after all.  But I’m not a figment of your deranged imagination.”  She crossed her legs, the small glimpse of her thigh making him groan as he looked over at her.

“Leave,” Taecyeon grunted, though his voice lacked the strong and commanding edge it once had, the edge that always pushed her body to the very edge before her walls dragged them both down into the sinfully blissful abyss.

“No,” she answered coolly as her shapely legs gracefully carried her from the desk to his leather desk chair in smooth, even strides. Each click of her heels calling his name and taunting him. “Tell me, how many times have you sat right here,” she purred, as she sat.  Her legs slowly opening as she ran her fingers teasingly down her body.  “Your priest’s collar ripped from your neck, thrown haphazardly onto your cluttered desk with one hand, while the other squeezes your hardened cock through your pants as sinful, vivid thoughts and wants flash through your mind?  Hmmm?  I bet you do it often,” her hand dipped under the short skirt of her dress.  A soft moan passed between the two, Taecyeon wasn’t sure who made the noise in his heightened state of arousal.  Her head was back, throat bared to him, her ink black lashes fluttering against the faint flush beginning on her cheeks.  “How often do you think of punishing the sweet young things of your flock?  Imagine how they cry and beg for forgiveness.  Their whimpered promises to abstain from a life of sin nourishing your lust,” she lowered her head, “all while wantonly begging for you.” Her heavy lidded eyes meeting his, her red lips parted as she softly panted, she gave him a knowing smile. “I can just hear them now…” She dipped another finger into herself and mockingly panted in that breathy, high voice he so desperately wanted to scrounge from yet emblazon in his memory, “‘Forgive me, Father! Fuck me, Father! Father! Father! Father!’”

“I don’t want this.”  Taecyeon lowered his head, his large hand coming up to the back of his neck as he tried to even his breathing, slow the wild thumping of his heart.

“Your body betrays your words, Father.”  Her eyes trailed down his chest, eyes finally settling on the prominent erection still tenting his now soiled pants.  “Look at that, you’ve already cum once thinking of me and your body still craves more.  I think you want this Father,” she purred.  “I think you want this more than you care to admit.”

“I can lead you into temptation,” she stood from the chair.  Her heels clicking as she walked up behind the tense man.  Her hands slid up his back, hooking themselves under his broad shoulders as she pressed herself against him.  “And deliver you to paradise.  Doesn’t that sound just Heavenly, Father?”

Taecyeon shuddered as her warm and intoxicating words drug across his spine, licking away at his resolve like flames to a paper.  “That’s blasphemy.”

She slid her slick fingers along her drenched core before bringing them to ghost over his parted lips, “Then baptize me in your waters and purge the sin from my body, Father.”

~Winter, the Reformed Sinner