Page 12 of The Fallen

“Again.”

I dig my fingers into his skin, clinging to him as my body seeks its completion. “My God, I am sorry for my sins with all my heart. In choosing to do wrong, and failing to do good, I have sinned against you, whom I should love above all things.”

“Again.” Once more he strikes me, but instead of pulling back, his fingers circle that insistent bundle of nerves, sending pleasure careening through me.

“My God, I am sorry for my sins with all my heart. In choosing to do wrong, and failing to do good, I have sinned against you, whom I should love above all things.”

“That’s it,” he murmurs against my ear, tempering his strikes to repeated taps to the area that drive me wild. “Continue to pray while I punish this naughty clit of yours. So desperate. So needy. I feel how you twist in my arms. Pray that God drives this sin from you.”

“My God,” I wail, as my insides clench. “I am sorry for my sins with all my heart. In choosing to do wrong, and failing to do good, I have sinned against you, whom I should love above all things.” The words come out in the barest of whispers as everything tightens inside me.

“That’s my good girl. Keep going.” His fingers quicken their pace, sliding back and forth.

“My God, I am sorry for my sins with all my heart. In choosing to do wrong, and failing to do good, I have sinned against you, whom I should love above all things.”

His fingers lower to my entrance, hovering there as the prayer sits silently on my lips. “Every inch of you must atone,” he rasps, easing a thick digit inside. It feels divine to have him in there, sliding in and out with just the barest of movements.

My throat dries as I move back against him, but he instantly pulls out. “You are not to find this enjoyable, Sister Emily Agnes. This is punishment. Do not seek the divine while I drive away the deviant. Now again.”

“My God, I am sorry for my sins with all my heart.” He thrusts in a little more, making me lose my place. However, he doesn’t move again until I continue. “In- in choosing to do wrong, and failing to do good, I have sinned against you, whom I should love above all things.”

“So wet. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“N- no,” I manage to whimper around the lump in my throat.

“Lying is also a sin, you know. Your body tells the truth. Again.”

“My God, I am sorry for my sins with all my heart. In choosing to do wrong, and failing to do good, I have sinned against you, whom I should love above all things.”

I continue the prayer, a mantra rising from me as he withdraws his hand and goes back up to my clit. With each circle of his fingertips, I find myself coming closer and closer to the end. The need pulses within me until it’s a painful longing, an agony I wish to shatter through.

Right as I reach completion, he pulls back. With a ragged groan, I slump over onto the desk, my body quivering with unmet need.

“You are forgiven, Sister Emily Agnes. Go to your room and vow to sin no more. I do not wish to see you in my chambers like this again.”

“Y- yes, Father Confessor.” Heat fans my face as I pull myself up and straighten my clothes.

Somehow, he looks cold, like a statue, as if this has not affected him at all. It shouldn’t surprise me. He is, after all, a Father Confessor. I hold the tears at bay as best as I can as I stumble out into the hall. The Abbess awaits me, her lips thinned in a stern frown.

“Well then, you certainly look well chastised.”

From behind me, Father Draven steps out. “Remember. To err is human, but to forgive is divine. Sister Emily Agnes will be relegated to her room for the rest of the day. She is to go without visitors or food. She must sit in silent contemplation of her actions. Then, and only then, upon rising tomorrow, may she mingle with the others.”

“As you command, Father Confessor.” We both bow before heading to my room.

The Abbess says nothing as I enter and close the door behind me. Need thrums through my body, twisting me about until I cannot think. But this is certainly part of the punishment. To be so close to what I want and be denied.

Irritation crawls up my spine as I pace my room, searching for some sort of relief. But it never comes. With each swipe of my thighs together, it only brings awareness to my clit. Perhaps if I just take the edge off but not come to completion?

My brain latches onto that idea as I yank off my clothes and slide into the bed. The scrape of the linens against my bare skin is almost too much. But I cannot make a sound. I must contemplate in silence.

As my fingers skim over my heated flesh, I mouth the words to the prayer, allowing it to fill my mind as I touch myself. Just afew strokes. That’s all I need. Just one or two. But then two turns into three, which turns into four. Before I know it, my body bows up as everything tightens within me.

Balling my fist to my lips, I cry out as silently as I can as relief sweeps through me, leaving me limp and boneless. This is what got me here in the first place, this feeling of utmost tranquility. I suppose I’ll have to confess tomorrow. Hopefully Father Draven will not be so cruel as to deny me absolution.

Chapter Six

Sister Emily Agnes

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