Page 3 of Beneath His Robes

Uncomfortable moments ticked by, and the hum of the quiet became too loud. The eerie creeks and cracks of the old, Victorian-style church made me jump like a shot rang out. I leaned forward, searching….

Did he leave?

Slam!

The glass partition cracked, and I slammed my body into the far corner

Slam!

It smashed open, and a strong, bloody hand gripped my arm. I froze, unable to move, unable to look away from the blood dripping onto my robe.

“Someday, you will learn that giving in to your desires doesn’t mean hell…it could be your true heaven.”

The blood-covered hand unclasped from my forearm, my wrist buzzing from his touch. Crunching glass under heavy boots bounced around the space. With one last swish of the curtain on the other side of the confessional, all that was left was the church’s echos of its aches and pains.

He was leaving?

Unable to respond, I sat on my small wooden seat, shaking, my mind tangled with confusion, fear, and desire. My hands still trembled as I traced around the space left by the shattered partition.

There was only one person I knew who would act this way in my church. There was only one person who had this effect on me. A figure appeared in the dim light of the confessional, the silhouette looming just beyond the thin curtain that separated me from the outside world. The figure was tall and broad-shouldered. As he moved closer, my breath hitched.

No.

Panic rose in my throat.

It can’t be him. Not now.

But it was.

The door to where I sat creaked open slowly, but I didn’t move or speak when he revealed his gorgeous smile.

He stood there for a moment, just watching me. My heart skipped another beat, and I could feel the temptation curling in my chest, slowly suffocating me.

“Always the good boy, huh, Elias?”

Turning my face away from him, I pretended as though the world outside had stopped spinning. But the weight of the man’s gaze was undeniable. It was pressing down on my shoulders, pulling me in, every word a magnet that I couldn’t escape.

“You’ve missed me, haven’t you?” his voice continued, a taunting whisper that sent a shiver through my spine and made my dick stand straighter.

Not again, not when he was so close to…the heat rose within me, my body betraying my every thought. His dark voice was like poison, crawling into my veins, and no matter how hard I fought, I could feel myself slipping further and further down.

“I can see how fucking hard you are,” his voice murmured. “You’re not as strong as you pretend to be. We both know you never were, Elias.”

My fists clenched at my sides. I couldn’t deny my erection. It was prominent and obvious. I wanted to yell, shout, and demand that he leave me alone.

“What would you do if I kissed you right now?” His voice dangerously close.

My breath hitched in my throat, my hands trembling, desperately trying to hold onto the last remnants of my willpower.

You have to stop this.You’re a priest. You are supposed to be pure.

He didn’t wait for an answer.

His lips brushed just the faintest touch along my jaw, and it was enough to undo me completely. The world outside the confessional didn’t exist anymore. There was only the warmth, the pressure, and the temptation.

“You’ve wanted this,” he whispered. “You’ve wanted me. Let me see those eyes, Elias. I want to watch as you give in to me.”

The thundering of my heartbeat reached my ears, making the man’s voice blur. My mind screamed in protest, but my cock throbbed at his words. I couldn’t deny the truth. I…wanted him. I wanted this.

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