Beautiful Sinner

by Sara Cate

This time, her eyes flick upward, meeting mine. Those round blue orbs seem so innocent and yet so intoxicating, like she’s an angel, but the kind of angel who wants to fall from grace.

“A man’s job?” she shrieks. “What? Do you steer the lawn mower with your dick?”

“Twenty-five Hail Mary's for seeing your priest naked.” I stare at him, mouth hanging open. “Wh—what?” “Thirty if you entertained lustful thoughts.” “Oh my God!”

The tiny muscles in his jaw clench, and I love how easy it is to rile him up. As I pull away, our cheeks brush and our eyes meet, and I want to get caught in the moment. This thing between us feels like something I can manipulate and play with. I want to see how far I can get him to go, how much I can tease him, make him break his vows. I know that sounds cruel and unfair, but it’s the only way I can describe what this is.

“You’ve barely spoken to me for two weeks, Callum. You left me without a word. Who’s to say you won’t do that again? If you want me, you better get the fuck over it, because you don’t own me. I can fuck whoever I want.” He snaps, grabbing the hair at the back of my head and pulling down so that my face angles up toward him. It’s a stark contrast to the man with the feather-light touch. I may have had Abel already, but now I’m bringing out the Cain, and I like it.

“You know that’s not true, Cadence. I tried to stay away from you. You know as well as I do that I do fucking own you.”

“So you’ll let those assholes fuck you instead? Is that what you want to be, Cadence?” “Unlike you, Callum, I make my own decisions. I say what I do with my body.” “Not anymore,” he snaps as he crashes his mouth against mine.

“Will you fuck me, Callum?” Her tone is so even and casual, the question makes me flinch. My hand goes to her mouth, the other to her lower back. With one small push, she is sitting on the steps, with me between her knees. I lean her back, her elbows on the top step as I rest my body on top of hers. “Don’t ask me that.” Slowly, I remove my hand from her mouth. “Will you?” She gasps, and I see the desire clouding her features. “Will you love me? Devote your life to me? Marry me? No.

know you won’t, so why are you doing this? What could possibly come of it?” “Do you want me to?” I nuzzle my knee higher up so it creates friction between her legs. My lips are so close to hers now. “Of course I do.” Her answer comes out in a light breath.

If God is here in this moment, he can’t fault me for what I’m about to do because it was my faith that prepared me for it. The unwavering ability to worship something so perfect and all-consuming. To give my very soul to power greater than me. Powerful enough to commit my life to. My mind screams that this is wrong, but my heart doesn’t know the difference between God and Cadence.

“Kneel,” he says in a low whisper, and my spine tingles with this command. It’s something just between us that no one else can hear because no one else knows what it is we have. “Open.” It’s the smallest sound out of his mouth, and I almost doubt I heard him say it. Nevertheless, my nipples harden under my dress as I do as he says, holding my mouth open like I saw the others do. I hear him exhale so subtly as he places the cracker on my tongue. My eyes stay locked on his the entire time, and only I can see his pulse quicken.

Suddenly he’s at my side, his hand on my elbow. He’s ushering me silently out of the main section of the church and toward the hallway where I know his office is. My heart is racing, and it almost feels like I’m in trouble, being marched off to the principal’s office. A moment later we’re in his office, and the door behind us is closed. Then I’m in his arms, pressed between his body and the heavy wooden door. We don’t speak before his mouth is on mine and his hands are on my hips.

Then his hands are on my thighs, lifting my dress up and squeezing my ass so tight, I can’t hold in the moan, which he quickly covers with his other hand. “Am I hurting you?” His bright green eyes stare into my soul. “Yes,” I gasp, and he almost loosens his grip as I pull his ear to my lips. “Do it harder.”

“Did you like seeing me on my knees?” I whisper. He tenses. Then without looking me in the eye, he responds. “You fucking know I did.” With my back still against the door, I let my body slide down to the floor. “Cadence, what are you doing?” His voice is strained, and I know it’s taking a lot to hold himself back. “What do you think I’m doing?” I answer playfully. “I’m praying.” My hands slide to his hips. The look on his face is a mixture of torture and desire. I stare up at him like I did on the bench out in the church, and I know it’s breaking his resolve.

“Look at me.” My eyes drift up to meet his as he presses it against my lips. The moment his cock touches me, I take control, hungry to taste him. To please him. I take the base in my hands and run my tongue along the bottom to the top. “Oh fuck,” he moans as he places a hand on the door behind me, caging me in. As my tongue reaches the tip, I stare back up at him as I pull his length into my mouth.

“Of course, I fucking want you, but how long are you going to lure in men with a blowjob and a piece of ass, huh? How long will that last? You think they’ll love you after that?” She shoves against me, and I spot the moisture in her eyes. “Let go of me.” It only makes me more desperate to get through to her, so I hold her tighter, pinning her body against the wall. If anyone saw us, we’d definitely be the talk of the town, and word travels fast around here. “No,” I answer, forcing her to look me in the eye. “Listen to what I’m telling you.” Still she doesn’t stop with her struggle, so I lay my body against hers, my ear just a breath away from hers. “Yes, I want you, Cadence. I want to fuck you three ways to Sunday. I could lift this pretty dress of yours and have you screaming so loud, the Pope himself would hear you.” Finally, she stops fighting me, and I hear the struggle in her breathing. “I want to tell you every filthy fucking thing I want to do to you, but you’re not hearing my point.” I pull her face away and press her nose to mine so our eyes are locked. “Fucking you is the least of what I want to do. Your body is not what makes me want to break my vows.”

Sound carries so easily through the house so once we’re alone, I’m careful not to make a sound as I scoop her up, wrapping her legs around my body as I carry her to my bedroom. “What are you doing?” she whispers. I press her roughly against the wall and shove my face into the crook of her neck. I love the way she smells so much it hurts, but right now her scent carries too much from the pub of beer and other people’s breath, so I tear her shirt off her body.

My hands squeeze her hips tighter as I grind myself against her hard, letting her feel the extent of my arousal. “Cadence,” I mutter quietly, my voice nothing more than a low growl. “I want you.” “No,” she argues without pushing me away. Instead she tilts her hips so I grind myself against the exact spot I want to enter her. “Tell me you’re mine,” I mumble as I pull down the strap of her bra and press my teeth gently around the soft flesh there. She moans quietly. “No, Callum.”

sneaking her away into my office after Mass so I can fuck her with my collar on because it drives her crazy.

Just then, my phone vibrates in my pocket, and I open it up to find a picture of bare legs just below a very short skirt, spread wide over my desk. Cadence: Forgive me father, for I have sinned.

I press her body against the wall and reach up her skirt to palm her warm cunt.

With the large mirror behind her, I see myself as I fuck her. For the first time in a long time, the reflection doesn’t repulse me. It feels right. She notices me looking and turns her head to see what I see. “I want to watch too,” she whispers, and without hesitation, I spin her around and enter her from behind. Our eyes meet in the mirror as I slam into her,

With her

hidden in the confessional, I sit on my knees in front of her, lifting her dress and watching her squirm with anticipation. I don’t stop until I find the place where I know I would

spend my day if I could. She lets out that familiar purr as my tongue parts her lips and plunges deep. I know that shit drives her crazy, as if the death grip she has on my hair could let me forget. Just as I zero in on her clit with the right amount of suction, I slid...

Of course, finding alone time with kids and a business isn’t easy, so when Father Markus asks us to volunteer at the church, we never pass it up. Because it means moments like this, her riding my cock in my old office while that bronze statuette of the Virgin Mary watches with disapproval.

When I feel her body tremble and shake, I take control and flip her onto her back. Taking her hands above her head, I growl in her ear. “You’ve been a bad girl.” She squirms, biting back her smile. “Forgive me, Father,” she moans in reply.