FORBIDDEN LUSTS

CHAPTER 1 LEAH'S POV Father, forgive meㅡ it was a sin. But it was one I couldn't stop committing. I lay awake at early dawn when other nuns prayed and I touched myself. Imagined it was him. That soft sultry voice of his as he said the morning prayers washing over my skin. His large calloused hands slipping under my veil, wrapping around the crucifix as he f****d me on the altar. I was going to hell for it. And I wasn't sorry. “ㅡLeah, you're doing it again.” A stern voice jolted me out of my daze and I jerked, clutching the heavy books tighter to my chest. I was met with the face of the head nun, her dark eyes watching me as I quickly lowered my head timidly as I always didㅡ if only they knew the thoughts that ran through my head. Or the things I did with the sacred objects when I was sent to clean the vestry after the masses. Just last week, I sat in the dark, skirt bunched at my waist as I f****d myself with a candle used for incenseㅡ head tipped back, moans slipping out from the mouth that had just opened a few minutes ago to sing hymns for the congregation and only one thought in my headㅡ Father Matthias. “I'm sorry, Sister Erica. I'll take these to the library now.” I apologized, my voice low as I started to scurry away. “Make sure to be quick with it. After the evening prayers, come down to the courtyard, we need to have a meeting before we welcome the new Father, okay?” She called out after me. I nodded vaguely but I was already on my way out of her sight, weaving through the large cathedral as I made my way to the secluded library. “Sister Leah?” A very familiar voice that had been the source of my delusions the last few months suddenly sounded and I froze. My heart thudded heavily in my chest as I turned around to see Father Matthias standing there, dark hair falling into his eyes. He walked over to me, dark clothes billowing behind him as he approached me. My gaze immediately dropped, refusing to meet his. “Father…” He paused right in front of me, voice washing over me like warm water. “I didn't see you at the morning mass, sister Leah…” He had noticed I wasn't there. I looked up at him at that, my eyes going wide as I noticed him watching me, gaze dropping to my chest where I was clutching the books to myself even tighter. “Ohㅡ I was kinda like…busy. You know, with the preparations for the new Father who will be coming here later.” His gaze lingered on my chest, searing into my skin. It almost felt like he was undressing me in his head. But that was a far reach. I was just being paranoid. “Where are you going?” His voice was rough, gaze flicking back up to mine. I nodded towards the library. “Just the library. I wanted to drop these off and justㅡ” “I'll come with you.” He suddenly straightened, adjusting the crucifix around his neck. “I was hoping we would talk anyways.” My heart plummeted and I bit down hard on my lips, p***y clenching around nothing at the authoritative notch in his voice. Like he left no room for argument. Oh god, the way I needed him to dominate me was concerning to the church. I didn't argueㅡnot sure I wanted to anyways. With a small nod, I walked ahead of him, my knees wobbling as we left the densely populated parts of the cathedral and went into the dark secluded room that was the library. We would be the only ones there. As soon as we walked in, he stopped at the door, gaze dark in the room as I walked forward, dropping the books on the shelf, trembling as I could feel his gaze on me. Watching me. Burning into me. Sizing me up. What the f**k was he doing? I suddenly turned around in the dim room only to bump into a hard chest, his breathing harsh against the side of my face. “Oh godㅡ” I stumbled out of shock, my eyes wide when his hand suddenly shot out, fingers wrapping around my neck, brushing against the cold metal of the crucifix around my neck as he held me in place. “Fatherㅡ” “Do you know the greatest sin you've committed, sister? Why I needed to talk to you?” He hissed, voice low as his fingers around my neck tightened. I choked, an incoherent sound making it out of my lips. “I…” His lips suddenly brushed against my earlobe, sending goosebumps fluttering across my skin. “You lust after a man of God. You thought I wouldn't hear, sister Leah? I run this place…the walls have earsㅡ” A sickening thought hit me. I had told sister grace. Yes, I had f****d sister grace too. We weren't exactly the holiest of the bunch and I may have told her about my fantasies with Father Matthias. Fuck. “I can explain…” I rushed out, head tilted back with the force of how he held me. I should feel scared. That he was going to report me and get me dismissed. So, God help me, why did I feel drenched at what he was doing? My p***y was damp with my juices at the helpless situation I had found myself in in the dark of the Church's walls. His tongue suddenly dragged across my skin, sending a shaky whimper flying from my lips. Before I even had time to be embarrassed at the sound, his voice was already like a soothing balm that both scared me and made my p***y flush even more. “You shouldn't have dirty thoughts like that, sister Leah…” as he spoke, his other hand reached up to cup me through my clothes, fingers tweaking my n*****s as I jerked, a whimper falling out of my lips again. “Oh my godㅡ” I yelped, body arching towards him. His laugh was dark. “God? You should think about him a little more. Instead of thinking about f*****g a father in the church, Sister. Want me to rip that perfect p***y apart? Want me to screw you? To show you the real meaning of sin?” Each word made me shudder and tremble, words escaping me. His finger tweaked my n*****s again. Hard. “Then you'll go back to wherever you're supposed to be now. And you'll come back to my office by 6pm. Is that clear? And don't wear any panties, Sister.” He whispered. Then he was gone. Leaving me in the dark, skin still scalding from where he had touched and wondering what the f**k had just happened.