Page 40 of For I Have Sinned

I hear her inhale a deep breath before she says, “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”

“What sins have you committed?”

“Swearing, for one,” she says.

“You are forgiven for that,” I tell her with a light chuckle. “What else?”

I stare at her through the screen, watching her bite her lower lip as she hesitates. The image sends a shock to my dick, reviving him from the dead.

Celine stares at the door and asks, “Can they hear me out there?”

“No,” I respond. “When Father Keaton had the chapel remodeled, he had a new confessional built. While building it, he had them add a soundproof foam between the pieces of wood so the confessions can be only between the priest and the person confessing.”

“That’s smart.”

“You’re deflecting.”

Another sigh leaves her, and she drops her chin to her chest, eyes staring at her lap.

“I’m nervous to admit it. Especially to a priest.”

“As I said before, I won’t judge.”

“Okay.” She sucks in a sharp breath before continuing. “When I get stressed, and everything becomes too much, I have a way to calm my mind down that is… frowned upon.”

“Does it involve taking something illegal?” I ask even though I know the answer.

“No,” she utters. “It’s not drugs.”

“Then what is it?”

Say it.

As my hands rest on my knees, my fingers dig hard into my leg in anticipation.

“I can’t say it out loud,” she whispers.

“Celine,” I hide the desperation in my voice, but my god, the feeling is taking over.

Ever so quietly, she finally admits what I want to hear. “I touch myself.”

I swallow hard, the pressure of my fingers increasing, most likely bruising my legs. But I can’t seem to care about the subtle pain. All I care about right now is the words that came out of her mouth.

“That is frowned upon,” I tell her as my hand leaves my knee to adjust myself.

“I couldn’t help it. I was stressed and exhausted, but my mind was running wild. I needed something to quiet the thoughts in my head for me to fall asleep.”

My hand squeezes my cock through my slacks, attempting to relieve some of the tension. Fuck. I want to be the thing that silences her mind. I want her thoughts to be only of me and the pleasure I could bring her. I want to hear her scream my name as that stress leaves her body.

“Have you tried something different to help?” I squeeze myself harder, trying not to hiss at how tight my hand is wrapped around it.

I need movement and not just my hand stroking myself. What I need is to be buried inside Celine. I want to feel her warm cunt strangling my cock.

Fucking hell. What has gotten into me?

“I haven’t. This helps, so I never bothered with trying any other method. And—” She pauses another moment, sighing and looking up at the light. Underneath the yellow tint, I can barely see the blush spreading across her cheeks. “The feeling becomes too much that I need to take care of it.”

My chest rises and falls as my breathing becomes heavier—images of my fingers inside of her. My tongue lapping her up, helping her take care of her problem, floods my mind. These thoughts need to disappear because I can’t discipline myself again. If I do, Sister Agnus will send me to the hospital for treatment.