Page 36 of Property of The Grump

“I know you’re worried about your sister’s soul, and I know your mom has good intentions, but it’s not on you to make sure she’s in heaven. That’s an immense amount of weight. The God you speak about has seen the good in her and I’m sure she’s already there. I know it.” I reach out for his hand, strong and firm, rough and calloused, my thumb brushing against the widest part.

“I’m afraid if I let myself have a second of pleasure with you, I won’t want to stop. The moment you walked into my confessional, I knew you were special. I knew you were mine to protect. I haven’t been able to shake that.”

“Then don’t. Let yourself go tonight.” I stand before him, placing his heavy hands on my hips. “Touch me, and I’ll touch you.”

A rumbling sound reverberates through his throat as he squeezes my hips. “You have no fucking clue how badly I want that. To taste you. To smell you. To slide my cock inside your warm, little pussy and pound away,” he growls and stands from the pew, now pacing in front of me. “Do you masturbate?”

I nod, my thighs squeezing together. “Sometimes.”

“When was the last time?”

I swallow hard and shrug. “I don’t know… in the shower this morning.”

“Inmyshower?” He pauses his pace long enough to stare toward me. “You masturbated in my shower this morning?”

My heart hammers against my chest. “I had that dream about you, and I needed to do something. I was so wound-up, and it took sixty seconds. I’d have been a mess all day otherwise.”

His jaw locks as his eyelids grow heavy. “Tell me how you did it.”

My clit throbs, aches, pulses with pressure, and all I want to do is reach a hand between my legs and rub one out while I speak, but instead, I squeeze my thighs together and keep talking. “I leaned against the shower wall, I lifted my leg onto the edge of the tub, and I circled around my clit until I came.”

His mouth drops open slightly, his cock now hard against the inside leg of his jeans. “And what did you think about?”

“I thought about you and those big, rough hands taking me over, holding me down, forcing me to do things.”

“What kind of things?”

“You’d order me on my knees the way you did earlier, but this time you’d shove your cock deep in my throat, you’d dig into my hair, and you’d fuck my face until come dripped from the corners of my mouth.”

“What else?” he groans, his cock growing harder.

“When you’d had enough of that, you’d pin me down on the hard wood bench of this pew where your congregation meets every Sunday. You’d pin me there, and you’d fuck me like a plaything, hard and fast. You’d call me your little slut, and you’d shove your cock in so hard and deep that I’d ache when you were finished.” I moan absentmindedly, my panties a puddle of cream.

“Jesus Christ, you’re filthy.”

“And you like it,” I whisper, stepping toward him. “Don’t you? You like that I’m a filthy girl?”

He growls low and grips my hips against his frame tightly before bending me over the pew. “I should spank your little ass for saying such vulgar things.”

“Then do it,” I moan. “Spank me! Make my pussy vibrate!”

“Say it again,” he groans, teeth clenched. “Beg me to spank you.”

I pause and grin, wiggling my ass a little before finally saying the words he’s been desperate to hear. “Spank me, Father, for I have sinned.”

Half a second later, a hard wallop hits my ass with a groan, sending a shock of thrill through me that lights every cell in my body on fire.

“Again,” I moan breathlessly. “Spank me again.”

And he does, each with a growl more ragged than the last. The look in his eyes unhinged, feral.

“Fuck.” He lifts my skirt and tugs down my panties, the cool air of the room sending goosebumps all over my skin. “Lay back in that pew.”

I do as I’m told… because that’s what I love. Maybe this is more of what’s wrong with me, but right now, I don’t care. I do as I’m told and I lean back as he lifts my skirt and spreads my thighs. “Good girl. Touch yourself for me. Touch yourself like you did in the shower. I want to watch you.”

I swallow hard and tuck my hand between my legs, my fingertip landing on my clit with a jump.

“Fuck,” he growls, his hand brushing against the erection in his jeans. “Tell me what it feels like.”