Page 25 of Written in Sin
I hear the smile behind his words when he asks, “Would you pray to me? Tell me, are you willing to offer yourself”—he places his hand on his chest—“to me the way they beg you to offer yourself to god?”
They say praying is for salvation and forgiveness. But there’s nothing holy about the way I need him. I don’t want his mercy. I want all of the ways his hands will ruin me, I want his mouth to drag any unspoken prayer, or confession, from my lips until I’m empty. Heat rises in my cheeks, and I find the strength to finally force my voice to say, “That depends. Will you answer my prayers?”
The sudden weight of his stare feels like I’ve already been stripped bare. I watch him lean forward, resting his elbows on his thighs. He’s well aware that he doesn’t need to touch me, the heat from his gaze does all the work for him.
A soft sigh falls from his mouth as he continues this sexual sermon. “Kneel, confess, surrender. Let every prayer that spills from your lips be mine to answer. Whatever you need is yours.No plea is too desperate. I will offer no empty promises, just the certainty that I will always hear you. I will always answer.” He’s not just asking for my body—no, he’s asking for me.
I can’t help but flinch at his words, not because they’re painful, but because it feels like he reached inside of me and yanked out every truth I’ve never been allowed to have. Questions flood my mind and my concentration falters. What if I’m not worth loving? What if the kind of love I want isn’t something normal people crave? What is normal? What if I was never meant to be soft?
Right now, all of that noise is suddenly silenced. I don’t care if it’s good or safe or right. I just want him—I want him to want me. And I’ll take everything that comes with that. There isn’t anything in this world I’d beg for more. So I let go and let god—except this time, it’s the god of my choosing. “Please,” I say, voice airy.
He looks at me, and I feel the possessive confidence wrap around me. It isn’t forceful but it’s certain, and I know I belong to him.
He stands. “Kneel.”
It’s not a suggestion, it’s an order, and without a moment’s thought, I obey. For the first time in my life, I’m listening. I drop down, shifting my knees against the rough carpet.
“Why don’t you show me your devotion. Every inch of you is mine.” His growl bounces from pillar to pillar. “Crawl to me.”
I bend at the waist and drop down my torso, shifting into a crawling stance. My limbs start to move, trailing down the stairs. I never break eye contact, using each motion to tease him.
A smirk tugs at the corner of my lips because even here, even on my knees, I still feel in control. Even though he’s who I’m crawling for, I’m crawling because I want to. He’s mine just as much as I’m his.
The harsh fibers beneath my palms bite into my skin, and I look down to watch my movements, placing one in front of the other. I stop just short of touching his feet, my eyes locked on his. “Stand,” he commands, and I push myself up. His fingers tickle as they make their way up my side, the sensation causing prickles to erupt beneath his touch before they wrap around my breast, his thumb teasing my nipple. I suck in a breath when he gives it an aggressive pinch as he steps into me. “Bend over the pew.” My knees hike to the seat of the pew, and I lean my body forward over the back before my mind has even caught up just as he reaches out. His fingers follow the hem of my panties, tracing over my hips and ass before dropping lower to trace over my lips, and I feel the effects of what he’s doing to me drip down the inside of my thighs.
A whimper slips past my lips and I close my eyes, waiting. In a single movement his fingers hook around the waistband of my panties before tearing them away with a sharp snap. I take in a breath, but before I can make a sound, he’s shoving the damp fabric into my mouth, shutting me up. “Taste the mess you made, suck them clean.”
A sudden crack cuts through the air as a sharp sting lands on my ass. I cry out, the burn of his hand lingers, and I feel heat begin to spread through me, tensing my muscles.
“I don’t hear any sucking.” Before he can spank me again, loud slurping noises come from my mouth as I drink myself from the wet material of my panties.
He adjusts my position, realizing it would be easier if he bent me over the side, and pushes me forward, allowing my fingers to trail down the cool wood beneath me. I trace my fingertips over the cross that’s engraved on the surface. What was once a sign of holiness, is now pressed beneath my fingers as he takes what’s his. He guides my fingers to tighten around the wood. “Hold on.”I hear the quiet click of his belt buckle coming undone, followed by the rough drag of his zipper.
The corner of wood bites into my skin, but I don’t care, not when he’s behind me clamping his hands around my waist.
My entire body lights up when he pulls me closer and pushes inside of me. The sensation of the stretch and searing burn when he fills me causes me to dig my nails into the cross. My body moves forward on instinct. “Stop running.” He pushes into me again; this time his hands are on my shoulders, making certain I don’t move away from him again. His thrusts are relentless and I feel myself clamp down on him. “You feel amazing.” His voice is rough with need. “So fucking tight. I knew you would be.”
I can’t stop the moans pouring from me.
“That’s it,” he says, his voice low and commanding. “There’s the prayer I wanted to hear.” His pace quickens, causing the sound of skin against skin to fill the air.
My pleasure is building, coiling tight around my stomach muscles. He groans, and I feel his body tense up, then suddenly he’s pulling out of me, completely ruining my near orgasm. “Wh-what the fuck?!” I spit at him between breaths, and he laughs. This asshole thinks this is funny?
My back is overextended and I feel the strain from the angle I’m in. I go to stand, straightening my posture when his voice cuts through the silence. “I didn’t tell you to stand.” I freeze, listening to his footsteps shifting behind me, before he backs away from me causing a chill to replace his warmth. I hear a lightting, like something metal is being slid around. “Come here.”
I turn to find him on the altar, sitting. The moon gives me the perfect view of his hard and throbbing cock. Maybe there is a god, because I find it hard to believe that just fit inside of me. No wonder I’m burning. He spits on himself before beginning to stroke up and down his shaft, and I watch as his hand begins to move faster. I can smell myself on him the closer I get.
"Clean me off. Suck my dick so filthy, even he would turn away.” I drop to my knees and lean forward.
The warmness of my lips brushing against the tip of his cock causes him to let out a groan, and the sting of his hand in my hair is revived. I open my mouth, tasting him. Loud slurping fills the air before I pull off and run my tongue against the sides of his dick. The taste of us pulls a moan from me and I know he feels the vibrations because he tightens his grip before forcing me back down. He guides my lips down his length, stopping when his tip hits the back of my throat.
I gag, but he only gives me a second to pull away and suck in a single breath before pushing my head further onto him, plunging him deeper in my throat.
I can’t see anything through the tears, but he lets out a low, guttural moan and his hips buck against me, telling me he’s losing control, inch by inch.
“Tell me how much you love my cock in your mouth.” The sound leaving my mouth is muffled but unmistakable. He laughs before pulling me off of him, leaving my mouth with a quick pop. I see his cock glistening now that it’s covered in my saliva. He slides his hand down my cheek before giving me a hard slap, the sound reaching the ceiling and bouncing back down. The pain only makes me wetter.
My body arches over and he pulls me back down, forcing me to take him deeper into my throat. His thrusts are frantic, getting faster by the second. “You’re going to need to be as wet as possible for what’s coming next.” A mix between a moan and groan leaves his lips before he says, “So don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop."
