Her body bucked. She swallowed a whimper.
“Fight me,” I urged her. “Don’t lose yourself.”
Her hips wiggled. She pinched her eyes closed, gritting her teeth. I didn’t slow my motions. I tortured her in delight with the steady pulse of a man dominating a woman’s most vulnerable secret.
Honor edged away.
I didn’t let her escape. I leaned over her, whispering as her body trembled for me.
“Why does this desire exist if it’s not meant to dominate? You are nothing but prey to me, Honor. This is primitive. Sadistic.”
And still it pleasured her. Too much. Honor grasped my hand, struggling for relief. She sweated, twisting from the unrelenting pressure on her core.
One flick, one little movement, and I’d possess her forever.
“Fight your desire,” I whispered. “Fight me. Deny yourself that release, my angel. You have nothing to fear from the lust you can control.”
I wasn’t cruel. I tormented her for only five more seconds.
She tensed, and her teeth clenched against a whispered breath. Her agonized beauty pleased me, even more as she tried so desperately to fight. I memorized how she looked, how she strained.
Her head fell back.
“Father…”
I pulled away before it was too late. Honor nearly fell from the counter. She grasped the cabinets to steady herself as she sweated, groaned, and attempted to hide her panties from me.
“Good.” I praised her, brushing my fingers along her cheek. “Drink your wine. Relax.”
Honor refused. She stared at me, defiant.
“You think this is all a game of power and submission,” she said. “It’s not. My body will respond to that sort of…touching, whether it is at your hand or if someone wants to prove their love to me.”
“You’re naïve.”
“So are you, Father.” She shuddered again. “I don’t think anyone could resist those feelings. It’s not submission, it’s…biology.”
“But you did resist. You were strong.” I let my voice soften with praise. “You have the power to control this desire, Honor. To refuse that animalistic sin.”
She shuddered, and I longed to capture each trembling breath in a kiss.
“It’s hard. It…hurts.”
“You’re strong, my angel. And it’s time to prove it.”
Honor knew what I wanted, but she shook her head. “It’s dangerous, Father.”
“Only if you can’t deny it.”
“Is that a challenge?”
“Do you think you’d fail?”
The words stirred her more than my touch. My little angel…a born competitor.
She gathered the hem of her dress, bunching it in her fingers. Just like my cassock, her dress had shielded her, protected her in modest virtue.
And so we removed it.
Nothing would separate her from her own resolve, her own strength.
The dress fell to the floor, and she hid her body with a cautious hand.
No bra. Only panties.
And they were lost too, pulled away and down, rolled over the goose bumped crest of her thighs.
I hadn’t seen a naked woman before, not in the flesh.
She was more beautiful than I imagined. Curves of darkness. Swells of femininity. Honor covered her body with graceful arms, but her breathing shuttered, jiggling the perfect surge of her breasts. A dark nipple, pebble hard and temptingly hidden, practically glistened. What a rich, chocolate tease.
“Can you resist, Father?” she whispered.
“I have no choice.”
Honor breathed deeply as she moved her arm. She revealed herself to me. Every secret, every fold, every deliciously sinful and heavenly beautiful innocence that the Lord had created.
I studied her, from her quivering lips, the graceful slope of her shoulders, the taut and aching tightness of her nipples…
The slim waistline and perfect navel…
The flare of her hips.
And her spread thighs, legs on either side of me, exposing the beautiful, slickened, dark petals that called to me for another touch, a taste, a moment of unrepentant sin.
But this wasn’t my challenge.
This was the beginning of her newfound strength.
“You are stronger than your lust,” I said.
Honor nodded, her words soft. “I know, Father.”
“My brave angel.”
I touched her then, my flesh against hers. She slickened for me, so wet and hot. I feared I’d be lost within that very same temptation which weakened her body for the mounting it craved.
She trembled for me. I stared into her eyes while my fingers teased and prodded within the molten velvet of that forbidden pleasure.
Her jaw immediately tightened, and her breath held. Every strike of my fingers, every little tease of my hand cupped those perfect folds and drove her higher, harder, weaker against my touch.