BLURB: Kenzie Adams wasn’t expecting to fall for Luke Bennett, the young, sexy priest-in-training. When she propositioned him it was for just one night in the Game of Sins.
Kenzie’s new college roommates at St. Theresa’s, an all-girl’s Catholic college, invited her to join them in a competition, handed her a scorecard, and explained that there were points for every sin they convinced the priests-in-training at the adjoining school to make.
Luke Bennett was just to be the first conquest, not the only man she can touch.
But Father Luke teaches her the power of obedience, and the pleasure at the edge of pain. He knows how to make her crave every sin, and soon Kenzie’s scorecard is forgotten. Luke plans to be a man of the cloth, but right now he is the answer to Kenzie’s every wicked prayer.
When her father discovers her fall from grace, Kenzie’s future comes rushing to the present in the shape of a forced engagement to a sexy young lawyer, Bastian, who has demanded Kenzie as a “signing bonus” for selecting her father’s firm. Torn between the priest she loves and the lawyer she will marry, Kenzie discovered that sometimes if both men are willing you might just get what you need and what you want.
After I spent three days thinking that he’d rejected me, at 2am the third night, Thursday, I got a text.
Are you alone? he wrote.
Answer my call, he wrote. Volume low. Video.
“Fine,” was my whole reply. No one got to hurt me and then call like there was nothing wrong.
Of course, I still grabbed he phone the instant I heard it buzz.
“I miss you,” he said instead of hello.
He was in bed. Darkened room. His chest was bare. A sheet covered from his hips down, but one leg was thrown out from under the covers. The sight of him, of all of that skin, helped ease my irritation.
“Shall I show you how much?” he offered.
“What was it you told me? I should fnd somewhere else to do that?” I thought back to seeing him as my teacher. He shouldn’t have been hotter because of it, but he was.
“I did say that, and if I recall” –Luke paused and eased the sheet of, baring his beautiful cock–“I found a place. On you.”
When I said nothing, he held up a small box that was beside him. “This is for you.”
Despite myself, I asked, “What is it?”
“I’ll only give you this if you promise to use it.” He didn’t need to say more for me to know what kind of gift it was.
I turned his words back on him again. “I see no reason to, and you haven’t convinced me.”
“Shall I try, Kenzie?” He slid his hand over his hip and under the sheet.
I watched the sheet move, knowing his hand was stroking his cock. He stared at the camera as he slowly stroked himself, hand and cock both hidden from view.
“You ended things,” I reminded him. “Or did you forget?”
He was silent for a minute. “I was wrong.”
“Obviously.” I wanted him too much to pretend that I wasn’t hoping for more. I felt like the worst sort of fool, but I couldn’t just ignore him. “Sex won’t fix this, though.”
“Shall I tell you that I can’t stop thinking of you? Or that I imagine your mouth, your pussy?” He lifted his hips like he was fucking something—someone—above him. “You straddling me. Gripping me.”
He paused in his words, but not his movements.
“Go on,” I said. “Why aren’t you naked, Kenzie?” He stared at me. “Didn’t I tell you I want you naked?”
I laughed quietly, enjoying the momentary power. “Earn it.”
“I’ll convince you.”
“Maybe,” I admitted. “Get rid of the sheet, father.”
Slowly, he pulled it away, revealing himself. Naked. Jutting proudly into the air. I’ve never found a cock as remarkable as his before.
“I wish you were here,” he said. “Would you come here? If I ask? Do I need to beg?”
“To the seminary dorm?” I asked. I could see myself in part of the screen, saw my surprised look at the thought that he’d invite me there.
“Hotel.” He had his hand wrapped around his cock, squeezing and caressing himself. “I tried, Kenzie. I tried to stay away. I left campus hoping it would help. Made an excuse and left today.” He started thrusting into his hand. “Then I went to a sex shop and bought things.”
I slipped out from under my covers, naked already.
“You’re naked. Were you touching yourself?” he asked with a thick voice. “Is BoB there?”
“I sleep naked.” It wasn’t really an answer. So, I reached under my covers and found BoB. “Earlier . . . though . . .”
I held up my vibrator. BoB had the clit stimulator and the dildo. Both vibrated. Quiet. Powerful. BoB had been reliable, and right now, I was more than grateful to have my vibe.
“Kenzie . . .” Luke thrust his hips up, tugging and squeezing. It looked painful, and he looked angelic somehow as he masturbated. “Show me.”
I flicked BoB on to the mid-point strength where I usually began. Touched my nipples. Bent my knees and then slid my vibrator inside as deep as I could. No toying with anything. Just hard and deep.
“I want to see it slide in and out,” Luke said, thrusting into the air and his hand. The hunger in his voice was incredible.
“No.” I didn’t want to reject him, but I needed him to under‐ stand that he couldn’t treat me like this. “You don’t deserve to.”
“You’re right. I know you’re right.” He was a voice in the dark, the same voice that had haunted me since he rejected me. Luke said, “I want to use it. I want to do everything to you, Kenzie.”
I whimpered quietly. “I’m good at this, Luke. I don’t need a man who pushes me away.”
“I want you,” I added. “But I don’t deserve to be treated like that.”
“Do you like the way I talk to you?” he asked, and despite the tension building in my body, I noticed that he sounded insecure.
“I do, father. I like everything about you.” I looked at him. “But you hurt my feelings. You sent me away like I was wrong to care. After everything. You hurt me.”
He held up a strange shape, like a series of rings all connected. “Do you see this?”
He paused and stroked himself. “And do you see what you do to me?”
We were both panting, and I wanted him to hold me. What he said next was almost as good: “I was wrong to reject you. I’m sorry, Kenzie.”
I couldn’t speak.
As I watched, he slid the device onto himself, tugging each ring over his erect cock.
“Until you forgive me,” he said, “I’m trapped. I’m hard, and I’ll stay his way as long as you need me to, yours to use like a living, desperate BoB.”
Then he hung up.
About the author: Zurie Brunelle considered a future in theology, but decided to become a teacher instead. She lives in a remote area with her partner and almost enough horses. She believes in God, the importance of joy, and that women ought to have a Constitutional Right to regular and frequent orgasms.
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