Bad Habits: A Dark Anthology - Yolanda Olson Page 0,60
this.”
I press my lips to hers, and she adjusts herself so she’s straddling me. As tempting as she is, I kiss her softly and redirect her. “Talk first.”
I tell her about the accident and about my discussion with Ben. “If you change your mind, I’ll understand.”
She tilts her head to the side. “You know my darkness, Priest, you’ve witnessed it first-hand. You can blame it on my upbringing, on Sister Concessa, and Father Thomas, but you know that there is a part of me that enjoyed it, that still does. Yet you still want me. How can I judge your sins when mine run scarlet?”
I place my hands on either side of her face, drawing her closer to me, my lips claiming hers in a kiss I hope conveys how much I desire her. I knew I wanted her from that first night I saw her. Her darkness is what captivated me. I wouldn’t have her any other way.
Chapter Nine
Celeste
Father Thomas sits across from me, behind his desk. He seems so much more intimidating when I don’t want to be here. I have no idea what I was initially drawn to. He abused my trust, dragged me into a sinister world that held me in its clutches.
“I trust you are ready for our confession tonight?” He doesn’t look at me when he says this, continuing to mull over the papers in front of him instead.
“Father Thomas, I don’t think I can join you anymore.”
He stops flipping through the pages and lifts his head, his eyes glowering. “I don’t believe you have a choice.”
“I don’t want to do this anymore.” My voice shakes.
“You don’t wish to fulfil your godly purpose? You want to turn your back on all we’ve achieved together.”
“Father Thomas-”
“Silence!” He shoves everything off his desk in one fluid motion, walking around the desk to stand in front of my face. “Kneel.” he demands, but I stay seated. He straightens, forcing me to rise as he grips my throat. “I believe I told you to kneel.”
Once I'm out of my chair, he forces me downward. . I struggle against him, trying to catch my breath, my hands closing over his, my eyes bulging painfully. I fall to my knees, and he lets go of my neck. “It’s seems you’ve grown a conscious. It wouldn’t have something to do with the fact that you’re Mr. Michael’s whore, would it?
He walks across the room, and I hear a key turning in the lock. I should have known better than to defy him. I turn toward him. “Father, forgive me -”
“You know the price of sin.” He opens a cupboard and pulls out a studded whip. He’s used it on me before. I shudder at the memory.
“Undress.” he commands. When I don’t make a move to do as he asks, he pulls my headpiece off, flinging it across the room. He then tugs at my tunic, tearing it to get it off me. He tears my bra off of me then tips my head up to look at him, tears streaming down my face.
“I am sorry, Father, I will do better.”
“Yes, you will.” he sneers, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. They drop, his cock springing free. Gripping my face painfully, he shoves himself into my mouth. I gag, pulling away, clawing at his thighs which earns me a slap across my face. I fall to the ground and curl up.
“Disobedience will not be tolerated.” Father Thomas barks as I cover my ears with my hands. I know better than anyone how true that is.
The first hit has me screaming in agony, the skin on my arms burning. I hear a knock at the door, and I shout for help. This only angers my tormenter further, resulting in him bringing the whip down again, harder this time.
“Celeste!” I hear Priest who starts pounding at the door.
“Priest!” I manage to call out, earning me a kick to the ribs. “Please, Father Thomas.” He pulls me up by my hair, shoving me over his desk.
“You only had to obey, to do as you’re told. Now look what you’ve done.”
I try to struggle free, but he’s too strong. I feel the material of my underwear being ripped from me, stinging my skin. He pries open my thighs, and I feel the tears slip from my eyes into my hair.
There is a loud thud behind me, and suddenly, the weight of Father Thomas is lifted off me. “Get off her, you dirty fucker!” Priest