You take a seat in the confessional, finding your voice after a moment, “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”
“Confess your sins, my child.”
“I keep having these wild fantasies about a man,” you explain. “Whenever he touches me, my mind is going wild. I want him so badly.”
Your confession is welcomed with silence.
“You see, my job involves a lot of training with that man,” you continue. “It has become rather difficult to focus on the tasks. And he has been getting rough on me lately, displeased with me.”
The faceless voice on the other side of the screen asks, “Who is the man you are referring to?”
“My Mentor,” you answer.
“Have you considered to yield to what you heart desires?” Curiosity flows through the voice of the confessor.
“Father, I have yielded to that temptation a thousand times in my head, involving a variety of places and positions!”
Silence.
“He is significantly older than me. And he is my Mentor... He must not know about it but it is getting harder to hide my feelings for him.”
“He must be a handsome fellow for you to feel that way,” the confessor asks, surprising you with that comment.
“He is,” you reply. “Ladies, gentlemen, the whole world is lusting over him.”
“Would you say he is still fit and incredibly charismatic for his age?”
You barely whisper, “Yes. His voice... Just his voice is driving me over the edge.“
“Do you care giving more details regarding the fantasies you were referring to?”
Something is wrong. Why would a priest ask such a question? That’s when it strikes you. The muffled voice sounds vaguely familiar. Your mind is suddenly panicking.
“Jacob?” you call.
It can’t be. What would he be doing here in a confessional booth? You’re trying to concentrate. He did mention a mission this morning. Now that you think of it, you remember the word church popping in the conversation. But you were probably too focused contemplating his lips and you totally missed the point.
The door of the booth opens and Jacob, flesh and blood, stands in front of you, his signature smirk placated upon his face. You feel your face going on fire. This is the most embarrassing situation ever.
The assassin enters the small space and closes the door. You freeze, unable to look at him. He grabs your waist with both hands and whispers to your ear in a low voice “null, care to develop these dirty fantasies of yours? I have every intention to fulfil every one of them.”
You swallow hard. His hand lifts your chin so you can take a look at him, a smile still on his lips. His smell is intoxicating. His lips are claiming yours in a passionate kiss before you can even realize. His tongue is caressing yours, taking your breath away. He has barely touched you and whole your body is already drawn to him. You eagerly return the kiss, rolling your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Jacob breaks the kiss, slowly pulling away from you as his eyes are roaming over your body.
His hands still on your waist, he turns you around. Breathing short, both your hands and your forehead are leaning against the wall as you are pressed against the assassin’s chest. His hot breath is travelling upon your skin, caressing your ear and neck, his tongue leaving a moist path in its wake.
“Still don’t want to be more explicit, love?”
Words are failing you, you are slowly coming undone under him.
“Alright. What were you saying about my voice?” he teases. “Drives you off?”
He is enjoying it of course.
“Do you think I could make you cum just whispering into your ear?”
You can feel how his talking is affecting your body. Your belly is assaulted with waves of desire.
Jacob’s teeth are now marking your neck. His hands are trailing the curves of your body. He pulls your shirt up just so he can reach your breasts. He hums in appreciation when a moan of pleasure escapes your lips. Considering the time and place you try to be as quiet as possible but how could that be possible in the embrace of that man? His fingers fondle your nipples and you arch your back closer against him. He pushes himself into you, rubbing his aroused member between your tights.
“Is it like in your fantasies, null?”
“Better,” you breathe.
Getting more confident, you gently take one of his hands and slowly guide him down to your womanhood. His index finger finds your engorged clit and encircles it slowly. You hiss in pleasure while you feel his middle finger teasing your entrance.
“You weren’t lying earlier, null. You are dripping wet, so ready for me.” Then lower “Is it my voice, love?”
You can only nod in approval.
“Tell me, null... While you were having your fantasies, were you touching yourself?”
Between the sexiness of his voice and his dirty talk, you are going to lose it.
“Did you cum with my name on your lips?” he asks, fingers still teasing you.
“Yes, yes, I have,” you answer, your voice a breathy moan.
“Mmmm... And have you been doing this as well?”
Two fingers enter your wet folds, thrusting back and forth.
“Oh, help me God!”
“Jacob, actually,” he chuckles.
His pace is going faster. You are now both breathing heavily within the small space. You are about to come around his fingers. As if he could read your mind, he suddenly stops. You slightly whine. You definitely want more of him and you’re missing his touch already.
“Your penance should be to fall on your knees and ask for forgiveness.”
You turn to Jacob. You remove his belt while gazing at each other. As his pants drops to the floor, you barely have time to admire his nudity as you are pinned back to the wall.
“Wasn’t I supposed to be penitent?” you ask.
“I want you,” he growls. “I want to feel you. Save that for another time.”
You’re glad to know you’re not the only one falling apart with all the teasing. Jacob sinks into you brutally as you gasp. One of your leg wraps around his hips, allowing him to reach your sweet spot. His thrust intensifies as you try not to scream your pleasure to the rest of the world. Biting your lips, your orgasm washes over you and takes your breath away as Jacob watches you cum all over him. He tries to stifle your noises as he pistons deep inside you. His fingers are digging inside your tights as he seeks his own pleasure now. You hear him hiss “fuck” and he stills his movements, both of your bodies shaking against each other.
You both manage to stand up and rearrange your clothing. “Love?” he calls to you. Your turn to him. “I absolve you for your sins. I have a few ideas myself for your act of Contrition a little later.” You gaze into his lovely hazel eyes and smile.
“Amen.”