Bad Habits: A Dark Anthology - Yolanda Olson Page 0,94
commands
"Sss--say what?" I breathe, barely able to make the words form.
"Say," he pauses. I didn't think his stare could become any more brutal than it already was, but I was mistaken. "Yes, Sir."
My eyes go wide as he confirms my earlier question.
"Ex--excuse me?" I didn't mean to talk back to him, but I couldn't contain my shock.
"Did I stutter, Suri?" he challenges.
I swallow nervously.
"No, Sir," I answer, and he can barely mask the look of pleasure that shoots across his face.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," I say reluctantly.
"The rectory," he gives this last command and quickly turns around, exiting the kitchen.
Holy hell! What just happened?
Once the paralysis that he caused wore away, I quickly felt the tingles down below that were there the other night when I got back to the Monastery. I briefly consider locking myself in the bathroom and handling it instead of attending morning mass, but I just got myself out of trouble with Mother Superior. I don't want to take any steps backward.
I take a deep breath and assure myself that the feeling will go away, knowing that it's a lie. Just as I am about to say screw it, Agnes comes into the kitchen.
"Let's go, Sister Suri. Father Stone has asked that we deliver the gifts during this morning's ceremony."
Of course, he did.
I've been trying my best to keep my head down and pretending to say my rosary during mass, but I can't help but steal glimpses of Father Stone. When I can tear my eyes from him, I catch myself staring at the altar. The image of him knelt down behind me that has been tormenting me for the past two weeks floods my imagination more than it has before.
The smell of him is cemented in my nose, and his voice dances through my head, taunting me. What awaits me at the end of this morning's mass? Why does he need me to meet him in the rectory? I have half a mind to walk back to the monastery when mass is over.
But then I would miss out on the possibility that he, that he what? That he wants me?
Don't be foolish, Suri.
I need to know if he is a Dom or if he's just exerting his authority over me because he's a priest, and I am a nun.
The second Lector steps up to the podium and starts his reading. It talks about living your life for Christ, serving God, and keeping free of sin.
How generic.
I return my gaze to the rosary in my hand, and I pretend to know how to use it. I finger the different sized beads, and my depraved and unholy mind can't help but think of anal beads.
I need to snap out of it. My clit is still throbbing a little bit from Father Stone's ambush earlier, and this isn't helping me keep my mind off of him. I lift my head, and my eyes lock on his form. He sits in his chair to the right of the altar as if he's sitting on a throne.
I want to be up there, on my knees next to his leg.
As if he senses me thinking about him, he turns his attention to me. As our eyes lock, my cheeks grow hot with embarrassment, and I can see the corner of his mouth twitch. He knows I'm thinking about him. He can read me like a book, and it terrifies me.
Suddenly, he stands, and the congregation follows suit. I know I have to stand, but it doesn't feel right, with his eyes locked on me as they are. It would be defiant of me. But he continues to stare, almost like he is daring me to stay in the modified submissive position. He wants to see how affected I am by it in front of a crowd of people. I know that I've disappointed him when I stand, and his lips thin into a straight line. He tears his gaze from me and looks out over his actual parishioners.
"You may be seated," he says at the end of the final reading, and everyone complies.
His deep, alluring voice teases me as he begins to deliver his homily. I want to hear it close to me again like it was this morning. He works off of what the Lectors read and ties the readings to the real world that we live in today. I close my eyes and try and tune him out as much as possible, but fail miserably.