Like A Prayer

There was nothing particularly notable about the man sitting in the pews. He wore black denim jeans that might have been a shade too tight, a blue button-up shirt, and a charcoal grey sports coat. Across his lap lay a black trench coat, neatly folded. His dark hair had the first traces of grey in it, but was thick and wavy, and his beard was neatly trimmed. His eyes were closed in thought as Father Campbell approached him.

“Can I help you, son? I’m Father Campbell.”

The man opened his hazel eyes to direct his gaze towards the priest. He held back a chuckle at being called “son” by a man who had to be at least ten years his junior. If the young priest was over thirty, he would have been shocked.

“No, Father,” he lied smoothly. “I’m just here to clear my thoughts, to try to commune with the divine. I saw that your doors were open, and didn’t think anyone would mind…”

“All are welcome in the House of God,” the priest replied. “But are you sure there is nothing I can do? Or perhaps you would like to give Confession?” The priest’s eyes flicked over to the side of the church, where he knew that Father McIntyre was taking confession. Linda was in there at present, but Father Campbell did not expect her to be much longer. She was such an innocent, pure girl – the kind of woman he used to imagine marrying before he heard the calling to the priesthood.

“Thank you, but again, no. I’m not actually Catholic, and in fact it has been years since I’ve been inside a church. I just hoped that being in the presence might help me.”

Father Campbell gave a small frown. There was something vaguely off-putting to him about this man. He was dressed conservatively enough, and well-groomed, but he sensed an aura of predation coming from the man. Although the man was sitting down, seemingly at rest, the priest couldn’t help but think of a great cat, crouched down and ready to pounce on its prey. Still, in the absence of nothing other than a feeling, he could think of no reason to tell the man to leave.

“Very well, son. If I can help you, just let me know.” With that, he turned from the man and walked to the office.

The man closed his eyes again, annoyed at being interrupted. He had counted on there being one priest inside the confessional, but hadn’t anticipated another priest within the church. Fortunately, it sounded like the priest was leaving the sanctuary. He listened closely for the sound of the confessional door opening, and almost imperceptibly heard the slight gasp of recognition escaping from Linda’s lips as she saw him.

There was a sudden and rapid “clack-clack” of her heels against the marble floor as she approached him, and then the feel of her fingers on his forearm, her well-manicured nails just slightly pressing into him through the fabric of his jacket and shirt.

“What are you doing here?” she hissed in a low whisper.

He opened his eyes, taking her in. Her short blonde hair was lightly tousled, and her green eyes shone with surprise, fear, anger and… yes, arousal as she looked at him through the frames of her glasses. She wore a light pink blouse under a long grey sweater jacket, and a floral print skirt that came down to just past her knees. Her legs were encased in stockings, and her shoes had a short heel to them. But most importantly were the two items Linda wore around her neck – a simple gold chain with a crucifix hanging from it, and a simple black velvet choker – the two accessories that symbolized her two masters.

“Waiting for you,” he said simply.

“You can’t be here,” she whispered. “This is… you can’t be here.”

“From 8:30 a.m. until 5:30 p.m., Monday through Friday, while you’re at work,” he held up one finger.

“During services on Sunday mornings, from 11:00 a.m. until noon,” he held up a second finger.

“Any time you are in front of your parents, younger sister, or co-workers,” he held up a third finger.

“Any time that my orders would cause a conflict with a prior appointment, especially involving work, church, or your family,” he held up a fourth finger.

“Did I miss anything?” he finished, knowing the answer.

“No… but…”

“The terms of our agreement was that I had free access to you at any time other than those stipulated. Is that correct?”

“No…”

“No, sir,” he emphasized. She shut her mouth, looking hopelessly at him.

“It is 6:45 on a Wednesday. You are not at work. Your parents are not here, your sister is not here, and since you are to be at my apartment by 7:30 tonight, I suspect you have no other appointments pending. If you want out of our agreement, you know you are free to do so at any time. Consider that. Now, I am going to remain seated here while you leave the sanctuary and go to the restroom. When you are done, you will return and sit next to me. I expect you to either hand me your panties if you continue to accept me as your Master, or you can return your collar to me if you do not.”

He closed his eyes as he saw her begin to struggle. She was flushed, but whether from anger, embarrassment, or arousal he wasn’t entirely sure. He heard her walk away and waited, patiently. The taboo of being controlled by him while still dealing with her religious beliefs was one they had played with before. The day Linda came to his home to find him dressed as a priest was one of their hottest sessions yet – just from having her suck his cock while dressed that way was enough to get her wetter than she had ever been for him, and when he fucked her while still wearing the collar, she came so hard that she passed out. But in the safety of his play space was one thing – would being controlled while in God’s house be too much for her?

It took longer for her to return than could be explained simply by the time required to complete the task, and he imagined that she must have struggled with her decision. But eventually, he felt the heat and weight of her presence as she sat down next to him. His hands were folded on his lap, over his coat, and her left hand reached over to his right and gently tapped on the back of his hand with one nail. He turned his hand over and opened it, to feel her place something light and lacy with a slight damp patch in his palm.

“Sir…” she started to whisper to him before he cut her off.

“No, don’t speak. I know that was difficult for you to do. Thank you, pet.”

He took his hand off the coat and slipped it into his pocket, depositing her panties. When he removed his hand from the pocket, he placed it on her leg, shifting the coat so that it was draped across her lap as well as his.

His fingers rested just above her knee and he gently rubbed them back and forth, feeling the slip and slide of the fabric of her skirt on top of her stockings. There was nothing inappropriate about the touch. But still he felt her stiffen up in fear.

“Relax, pet. I’m not doing anything… yet. We’re just talking for now. Tell me, why were your panties wet?”

She replied in a low voice, designed not to be heard by anyone more than two feet from her.

“Because of you, Sir.”

He smiled. “That’s very nice to hear. But be more precise. What about me? Memories of me? My presence? Looking at me?” His fingers began to slowly work her skirt up, using tiny little movements that were completely invisible under the coat. Once the skirt was just above her knee, he dipped his fingers under the hem, enjoying the silken fabric over her legs.

Instinctively, she started to bring her knees together, but the firmness of his hand on her leg made her stop, and with a conscious effort, she relaxed her legs and parted them slightly as she began to speak.

“It was seeing you here, Sir. I love being yours, and letting you do whatever you want to me. But when I’m in the church, I… I try not to think about you. I don’t want to let my thoughts of you distract me from prayer. And normally, I don’t have too much problem with that. But to see you here, it felt so… wrong. So naughty, it… it made me wet. Immediately. I still am.”

He smiled. “I’m sure you are, pet. And don’t worry, I would never dream of distracting you during services. Or during confession. But afterwards…” his voice trailed off as he began to slide his fingers up her thigh, sliding beneath the loose skirt. As his fingers made their way past the halfway point, he felt the hem of her stocking and the bare flesh above it.

“So, tell me pet, what were you confessing to? What sins did you tell the priest?”

She blushed. “Sir… I… I can’t tell you that… It’s private. Between me and God.”

“And the priest.”

“Yes, but it’s different. He’s not supposed to… It’s just different. I can’t tell you. Not won’t, can’t.”

She rarely pushed back that firmly, so he decided not to press it. Besides, even as she protested, her thighs parted more, allowing him to slide his hand further up. The smooth, supple skin of her thighs was warm against his hand, and as the back of his hand approached the juncture of her thighs, he could feel the heat radiating from her sex and the slipperiness of her moisture on her thighs.

“Very well, pet. I won’t ask you to tell me. But that doesn’t mean that I can’t wonder, that I can’t guess.”

His hand cupped her sex, his index finger slipping just between her bare nether lips. There was a patch of silky blonde hair on her mound above her vulva, but her lips themselves were waxed smooth. Her lips parted easily at the slightest pressure of his finger, and he inserted just the tip of it into the snug tight sheath of her flesh.

He gently probed into her pussy as he spoke. “I think that you didn’t confess to all the things I make you do, but I think you probably confessed to something like ‘I had sex outside of marriage with my boyfriend,’ but I doubt very much that you told him how much of a slut you are. That you like to be tied up and blindfolded. That you fuck yourself with toys and vibrators while I watch. That you suck my cock in a moving car while I drive. That you scream out in agonized pleasure as I fuck you hard and fast, or that you love the feel of my cock deep in your ass. The idea that you fuck other men at my command is almost certainly nothing you’d ever admit to. Am I right about that?”

His finger continued to slide in and out of her, not moving in deeply, mostly just teasing the opening to her pussy as his thumb swiveled up to swirl around her clit, which was swollen with her arousal.

She nodded, almost imperceptibly, and swallowed before she spoke in an effort not to moan aloud. “Yes… Sir. No… details. But, yes.”

He smiled. “And I’m sure there were a dozen or so minor sins, ones that aren’t worth mentioning really. Times you got angry at a co-worker, or swore because someone cut you off in traffic.” He pushed his finger deeper into her, curling to stroke at her g-spot as his thumb pressed harder against her clit. She gasped in pleasure, and her thighs tightened around his hand.

“Hush now, pet. Keep your eyes fixed forward. Don’t give any visible sign of what I’m doing to you. Of what you’re feeling. God, your cunt is just hungry for my hand. You love being used like this, here in a place where you do everything you can not to admit what a slut you are.” It wasn’t a question, and Linda knew it.

“Did you tell the priest how much you lust after the younger priest? Father Campbell? He’s young, and good looking. He’s a God-fearing man. If he wasn’t a priest, I’m sure he’s the kind of man your parents would dream of having you marry. I’m sure he’d make sweet, romantic, passionless love to you once a week, on Saturday nights after a cup of wine, just in time for you to cleanse yourself with confession the next day.”

She shook her head in denial, but he could feel as Linda’s cunt spasmed around his finger at the thought.

“He’s the one you were thinking of, wasn’t he? The day I wore the priest’s collar. He’s the one you thought of as you swallowed my cock. He’s the one whose face was in your mind as I rammed into you from behind.” His finger plunged deep into her, her pussy eagerly devouring the digit. “When I came in your sweet cunt, you imagined it was his cock that pleasured you. Wasn’t it?”

She clenched her thighs together, and from the shallow breaths she was taking, he could tell that he had her on the verge of an orgasm. Her eyes closed tightly, and a tear leaked out from one eye as she nodded.

“What would you do,” he asked as he withdrew his finger from within her and pinched her clit between finger and thumb. “What would you do, if I were to take you up to the altar right now, lean you against it, flip up your skirt, and start fucking you? Here. In the presence of God. Would you stop me?”

“No…. No, sir,” she whispered, her body tense.

“Or even better… if I were to take you by the hand, lead you to the office, and demand that you fall to your knees for the priest? Would you reach into his robes, take out Father Campbell’s cock, and suck it clean? Even if he has known a woman, I’m sure he’s never experienced the kind of blowjob only a talented slut like you can deliver. You’d have his cum down your throat in moments.” She trembled under his touch, her thighs squeezing together, increasing the pressure of his hand on her greedy sex. “Would you then fuck him? Making him forsake his vows? I’m sure he’d do it for a chance to fuck a slut like you.”

“If… that’s… what you want… sir,” Linda whispered, trying but failing to hide the lust in her voice. He smiled. This was definitely an area they would need to explore more in the future.

Abruptly, he pulled his hand away from her.

“I think what I want to do, is to pray. Perhaps I’ll even go confess my sins. You should leave. I believe you have someplace to be in,” he checked his watch, “the next half hour. Go. Make yourself ready and be expecting me when I arrive. I’ve already laid something out for you to wear, and a toy to keep yourself occupied until I’m there. Do not cum until I’m there to give you permission.”

Flushed, Linda stood up on shaky legs and stared down at her Master, naked lust in her eyes. She wanted nothing more than for his cock to be inside her – NOW. But she knew better than to ask. He would take her when he was ready to do so, not before. So she nodded, turned and left the church.

As she left, he heard another set of footsteps, and turning he saw that Father Campbell was approaching him.

“You didn’t say that you knew Linda. She’s been a member of this parish since she was a little girl, long before I was sent here. She’s a sweet girl.”

“She is,” the man said, smiling. “To be honest, she’s the reason I came here today. She tells me how much the church means to her, and I wanted to get more insight into that.” The man stood, folding his overcoat over one arm as he stood, which did nothing to conceal that she had left him painfully erect inside his jeans.

“Thank you, Father.”

The man left, taking his time as he returned to his car. He stopped to get food for himself and Linda, taking the long way home, to give her more time to push herself to the edge.

He pulled into the parking lot of his apartment building, and saw her car parked in the spot reserved for guests. He strolled to the door, unlocked it, and entered. Her moans and sighs were audible from the bedroom, but he turned away from that to place the food in the refrigerator. It could be warmed up later.

He walked into the bedroom to see her on the bed, legs splayed open, with the wand buzzing away on her clit. Her thighs were shiny with moisture above her stockings, her black high-heeled shoes were tightly buckled into place. The corset pushed her breasts high on her chest, while doing nothing to conceal her nipples, which were hard and tight. Elbow-length gloves adorned her hands, one of which was holding the wand tightly against her sex while the other toyed with one nipple. Her make-up had been reapplied, dark red lips and smoky eyes replacing the much more subtle tones she had worn to work.

Linda’s eyes were closed when he entered the room, but they opened when she heard him. Her eyes were thick with lust, her glasses set on the nightstand next to the bed.

“Please, Sir. Please…” she whined.

“You may cum now. I’ll fuck you after dinner.”

Placing the wand directly on her clit, she flicked the setting that increased the vibration as her other hand began to pull on her nipple. Within moments, she started to moan, moans which increased in volume and pitch as she worked herself into a frenzy.

The moans combined, becoming one continuous sound that rose to the heavens like a prayer, and when she cried out in orgasm, her master gazed at her in adoration. “Amen,” he said quietly.

About the Author

Broken Unicorn has been a writer since he was a child, starting off writing decidedly non-erotic stories about superheroes. As he got older, he started writing erotica about superheroes, before eventually discovering his kinky side and writing about people who could live in the real world. He lives in the midwest, and is happy to live in a very full house that includes four humans and two dogs. He can be found under the profile Broken_Unicorn https://fetlife.com/users/8765084