Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
She submitted to me so fucking beautifully. When I had her desperate, wanton, and under my hand, as far as she was concerned, my will was the will of God. I would discipline her body, I would play with her heart, with her mind. She would feel the wrath of my lashing out, and my passion.
I would give her the only tastes she would need of the forbidden delights that beckoned to her.
“May they find the strength to resist the sweet temptations that promise pleasure but deliver only the lash of guilt and the burden of shame. And may we all strive to lead lives of purity, turning away from the fleeting orgasms of earthly pleasure.”
Her beautiful face practically glowed with shame.
Anyone looking at her wouldn’t know it was because there was a candle covered in oil and my semen in her. She was still so innocent and looked so pure in that white dress. Everyone would simply assume that she was embarrassed by the shame her mother brought on their name. Every single one of these narcissistic sheep would hear my sermon and assume it was aimed at Mary Quinn and her sins and not her daughter and the depraved things I did to her in the shadows.
“In closing, I urge you all to reflect on the teachings of our faith and to embrace a life of holiness. Let us bow before God, submit to his will, and find true fulfillment in his love.”
The entire congregation bowed their heads, and I stepped down to allow another priest to lead in the readings of several prayers and the singing of a few psalms.
I sat at the back of the pulpit, not really paying attention to what was happening in front of me, not really caring if anyone noticed. My attention was solely on Rose, as hers was on me.
Her eyes narrowed in a minor act of defiance. Her mind was winning. Never mind, that was fine. I needed the balance. If I was going to break her, make her lash out, I needed her angry. For now, I would let that anger grow. I would coax it into a fire, and once that blaze was raging, all it would take was a few words of praise, another orgasm or two and showing her body how much she wanted to obey me. Then I could unleash that inferno and point it straight at Mary Quinn. The last pillar of my plan would be complete.
Once mass was over, I made a beeline to the Astrid family. It was very easy to do since no one was talking to them. I headed them off at the very edge of the room, positioning myself next to Rose with both of our backs to the wall.
“Mr. and Mrs. Astrid, how are you this fine Sunday?”
“Well. Thank you.” Mary Quinn’s answer was abrupt, her tone showing her thin control over her anger.
“I’m so glad to hear that,” I said. “Before you go, I just wanted to tell you how unbelievably helpful Rose has been these last few weeks. Her enthusiasm has been invaluable.” I put my hand at the small of Rose’s back, then slid it down subtly so I could press against her ass just hard enough the candle would shift.
She coughed to cover up whatever groan tried to escape her lips.
“I’m so glad,” Mr. Astrid said. “I find it so important that at least one member of our family is still holding up our family’s obligations to the community.”
I was surprised by the bite in Mr. Astrids’ words.
Most people assumed he did not know what his wife was up to, but I had heard that he knew Harrison was not his and raised him as his own, anyway. It was also common knowledge that the Astrids, like most families in our position, did not have a marriage of love but one of negotiations and contracts. Still, I thought most people assumed that for Mary Quinn, Mr. Astrid just simply didn’t have a backbone. Maybe he was growing one. Or maybe he just never cared for her enough to control her behavior.
“Yes, I agree. I find it is quite important to have, at the very least, one member of the family serving someone other than themselves. I’m afraid that even my being a member of the clergy is not enough to balance my father’s sins. But a man can try.”
Mr. Astrid laughed at my joke and then clapped me on the back, completely unaware that I had just fucked his youngest daughter in the ass, or that I had spent the last several weeks corrupting her.
This was more fun than I thought it would be.
Mary Quinn stood there, her face blank except for the scowl on her lips as she looked around at the people she considered—if not friends, at least admirers? colleagues maybe?—ignore her.