Lessons in Sin

by Pam Godwin

Whatever this was, whatever her intentions, I would have to reprimand her.

But I was hard as a rock, burning up, unraveling fro...

I would be rooting for her, even if I were one of the assholes standing in her way.

“You might be fooling everyone else with that collar around your throat.

But I saw the way you looked at her, priest, and I don’t like it. If you hurt her, I will come for you.”

“But she doesn’t need you to fight her fights. Your sister has more ferocity than you and me combined.”

“You’re so far wrong it’s like you’re trying to point fingers through your butthole. Just stop.”

“He’ll go to prison, and you’ll forever be labeled a priest’s whore. Can you imagine the tabloids?”

“You foolish girl, all you had to do was read the correct passage.”

“Here’s a passage for you, straight from the Gospel of Tinsley. Thou shalt fuck off.”

“I tried to protect you.”

“I tried, and now, it’s too late. I won’t be able to stop. Not with you.”

“But I lied to you once. I’m interested in everything beneath your skirt. Every hole. Every drop of blood. Don’t make a sound.”

“You’ve been like this all day?” His voice roared, his expression thunder, booming, deafening in his anger.

“You said you didn’t want to see my underwear again.”

Magnus was never going to expel me. And he never wanted to want this.

But seducing him was no longer an option.

I didn’t ever want to see that pained, guilt-ridden look on his face again.

There were depraved people in the world. I knew that too well. I was one of them.

“Let’s not go crazy here. I’m still going to make your life a living hell.”

Impossible. Every second with her was unexpected and challenging and pure bliss.

“You felt anger with me.” “I feel everything with you.”

We can’t. You’re my student.

I’m twice your age. You’re a Constantine.

I’m a priest. I’ll hurt you. I’...

I didn’t just kiss her. I consumed her, possessed her—or she possessed me,

My heaven, my salvation—neither of which I deserved.

She was my charge after all. Mine to instruct. Mine to discipline. Mine.

I wanted her innocence, her pleasure, her pain. I wanted her completely, no matter how wrong.

“You scare me, Magnus.”

“Smartest thing you’ve said all night.”

Now I only wanted to spread my legs for men twice my age who bit and spanked and wore clerical collars.

“I’m not. You’re beautiful. Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. A little pushy and independent, but I can fix that once we’re married.”

What wasn’t normal was bleeding all over the floor during a dance.

“I want to die,” I whispered when he reached me.

“No, you don’t. You’d much rather live to annoy the hell out of me every day.”

“You’re so goddamn sexy it’s taking all my strength not to maul you right here in front of everyone.”

“When I met you, you took one look at my face and saw me. In that single look, Tinsley Constantine, you showed me how to bravely be me.”

“Does blood turn you on?” “Yours does. Does that scare you?”

“Do you want to make me bleed?”

“No. I would never cut you or wish to see you bleed in pain. I hate...

“When I called you a sadist, you said you got help, that you came here, became a priest, and abstained for nine years. I have a lot of questions with regard to that. I’ve been afraid to ask them. Afraid you won’t answer them. Or maybe, I’m afraid you will answer them.”

“Ask them.” “Do you need to inflict pain to get off?”

“Remove the towel. Show me your gorgeous body, and we’ll have a conversation about my past and our present.”

“We’re crossing a line we can’t get back.”

“It’s only one line, not all of them. I’m choosing to cross this one. Now it’s up to you.”

“I had particular preferences when it came to sex and women.”

“Before I became a priest, I hurt women and got off on it. Only willing women. Only older women.”

“I’ve never touched anyone younger than me. I’ve never be...

“Do I need to inflict pain to get off?”