Bad Habits: A Dark Anthology - Yolanda Olson Page 0,40
He held out his hand. I moved forward.
There was a collective sigh as I passed each pew, the only sound but the banging of my heart in the whole space. No music, no bells, no choir. It was as if time had stopped to witness the union that was to take place.
Was this real? This surreal event, this unimaginable happening… I just couldn’t wrap my mind around it. So I stopped trying and moved instead. I could feel my cheeks aching from my wide smile. Never had I felt such joy, having never thought I would find it.
Unlike in my dream, the walk wasn’t long. Finally, my steps ended, and I stood inches from him, my hand in his. He cupped my face with his other hand, so tender, so loving.
“My Constant Star.”
“Mr. Voice,” I whispered.
He smiled but grew solemn once more. “You are here to take the next step in the vows you took of faithfulness and servitude, in charity and faithful works. Do you now give yourself to Him who is your Master?”
“I do,” I said, confident now in the truth I heard from his heart.
“And, Sister Constance, do you give yourself to me to be my Bride? All that you are and possess, will you bind your soul with mine?”
The words flowed from my lips like I’d said them a thousand times, “I do, and to thou my heart and soul is given.”
He turned then and said a few words to the congregation, which they answered in turn. Then he addressed the Sisters behind me and the clergymen beside him.
“Do as thou wilt, sayeth we,” they sang in chorus.
“And it is answered. So shall it be,” Solomon intoned. He leaned forward and touched my lips to his, then everything went black.
Chapter Eight
Something cold was digging into my back. I tried to roll over away from it, but it was a struggle. I felt weighted down, as if a blanket made of iron was holding me flat.
“Shh, My Constant Star,” Solomon said from somewhere close by. “Open your eyes.”
Solomon. I instantly relaxed. His voice washed away my discomfort, bringing a contented sigh. When I opened my eyes, Father Kent was above me. He seemed to glow. The golden expanse of his naked chest, his muscled shoulders that met his neck and throat, made him appear angelic.
I smiled. “You have no shirt on.” I reached to touch his warm skin but quickly discovered that my hands were restrained behind my head. My eyes widened, and I tried to lift my head, but it was too heavy.
His expression was tender as he touched my forehead, combing my hair back with his fingers. “I’m going to take you now, Beloved. The restraints are for your own protection.” He pulled back, and I could see now that he was fully naked. His cock, thick and hard as a rock, was beautiful. Wetness pooled between my legs, making me aware of my own nakedness.
Where was I?
I rolled my head to the side as best as I could and looked above me and to the right. My breath quickened when the whole congregation looked back at me. The cold hardness against my back and thighs must be the marble altar. I was laid out for the whole church to witness.
Struggling now, Solomon cupped my pussy and I stilled. He leaned over me again, standing by my side behind the altar.
“My Beloved, you have already given yourself to me,” he said softly, kissing my throat, my stomach. “I have waited a long time to have you ready. We will remake the world the way it should be. Do not fight it.” His kisses worked. A languid feeling swallowed me whole, bringing total contentment. And on its heels was want.
Panting, I begged him to touch me. With his hands, with his tongue. With his cock. Lost in a haze of warm desire, I was barely aware when he climbed on top of me. He grabbed each of my legs and placed them over his shoulders, looking down at me like a conquering god. I saw pure lust and more in his eyes, and I felt true terror then.
When he plunged into my core, unbelievable pain split me in two. I screamed. He began to rock inside me, the veins in his neck bulging from the control he was maintaining. And in a language I’d never heard, he started chanting. Amber eyes never left mine as he spoke the strange language of Hell.