Page 84 of For I Have Sinned

“Did you enjoy teasing me? Was that your form of payback for what happened earlier?” I whisper into her ear.

“It was a little fun to see you get so tense and worked up like that.” From this angle, I can see a proud grin on her face.

She continues to clean, and I can’t stand that she isn’t looking at me. I miss the way she makes me feel when her eyes are on mine, which causes me to grab her chin and steal her attention away from the book in her hands.

Her watercolor eyes stare into my soul, and it causes my breath to falter. I’ve never seen a woman as beautiful as her, and I can’t believe I’m so lucky even to be able to touch her right now.

“Sister Greta is in her office, ” she warns me in a soft tone.

I lift my gaze in the direction of the office. She is hard of hearing to begin with, but I lower my voice as my gaze drops to Celine. “Well, isn’t that fortunate for you.”

“So you won’t be punishing me again or finishing what you started?”

The idea of me finishing what happened earlier flashes through my head. The image of her mouth open, calling out for me, wanting more. But she needed to be taught a lesson. Walking away and leaving her like that was unlike me.

I love getting women off. But this woman does something to me. She makes me want to do things I’ve never done before. And I feel a rush just thinking about what I want to do to her; how I want to punish her every time she misbehaves.

She smirks, knowing exactly what I’m thinking about.

I exhale a long breath before I admit, “Do you know how bad I wanted to bend you over the dining table and punish you for teasing me like that?”

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and she quietly asks, “What would you have done?”

I stroke my thumb along her cheek. “I would have lifted your dress and spanked you until your ass was raw.”

She draws in a sharp breath. “I guess I’m lucky that there were people around.”

I hum, my eyes falling to her lips. “That you are.”

“If Sister Greta wasn’t in her office, would you have done it here?” Her question draws my focus to her hopeful gaze. The sight of her being excited about a punishment has my chest fluttering.

“Yes,” I respond, because I know I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. I turn her face away from me so that I can drop my lips to her ear. “And then I would have brought you to the edge of an orgasm multiple times only to deny you that release in the end. Because that’s what will keep happening if you keep misbehaving, little sin.”

Her body stiffens against mine. “That’s very cynical of you, Father.”

“I’d pay for it later.” The tip of my nose coasts across her temple, and my eyes raise to a shuffling noise coming from the office in the back.

Removing my hands from Celine, although it kills me to, I take a step back to distance myself from her just as Sister Greta staggers from her office.

“Hello, Sister Greta.”

When she looks at me, she doesn’t smile or scowl. You can never read the woman. “Father Alexander, it is good to see you.”

“Hi, Sister Greta.” Celine makes herself known.

Sister Greta moves her eyes from mine to Celine and hums. “Can’t believe you are still here.”

“I told you I’m not going anywhere.” Celine stands her ground. “By the end of this, you and I are going to be best friends.”

“Lovely,” Sister Greta says with thick sarcasm. “I’m done for the night. If you don’t mind cleaning up my office.”

“Will do. Have a good night, Sister.” Celine’s tone is almost too cheerful for Sister Greta’s liking because all the old woman does is grunt in response. When she leaves us alone, Celine turns to face me. “I’ll break through to her.”

“I have no doubt you will. I mean, look at me. I broke.”

“Yeah, but you are getting something from me.” She leans against the shelf and folds her arms over her chest. “Sister Greta is only getting a clean library out of this.”

“And a friendship,” I point out.