CHAPTER 7
THEOBALD
VigiIs finished a while ago, and all the monks have taken the night stairs direct from the church to the dormitory and are asleep. I take a shift of walking the room to make sure they all stay where they should be. It’s a duty I haven’t carried out since becoming abbot, and I got a few curious glances from Brother Cabel who was on duty to do the same, but he didn’t dare question me. Eventually, though, in the early hours, with the threat of sleep about to overwhelm me, I return to my rooms. I can’t avoid them forever.
Annoyance that Emmett appeared in the cloister still prickles me as I quietly open the door to my room. I don’t want to wake him across the corridor if he’s a light sleeper. I set the candle on a chest as I take off my robes, my tunic, and my drawers. Except in the frigid cold of winter, I prefer to sleep naked. I turn to the bed, with the candle behind me. Shadows crowd in front of me and in the low light I can see the shape of a body.
“Who’s there?” I demand, taking a step back and watching in horror as a drowsy Emmett raises his head.
“Father?” His sleepy voice sends a shiver down my spine and his mussed and very adorable hair makes my cock twitch. This is in no way a good situation. I move further away as he sits up. What the hell is he doing in my room, in my bed? I pace as I try to think what to do next. With exasperation, I whirl around to face him again.
“What are you doing here?” I ask sharply. His mouth opens as if he’s about to speak, then his eyes drop as he takes in my nakedness and his tongue darts out to lick his lips.
My traitorous dick, already taut from a thwarted orgasm yesterday, thickens and swells under his gaze.
I watch as a pretty pink flush spreads up Emmett’s neck. He’s as aroused as I am.
“You need to leave now,” I hiss. I can’t let anything happen. I might as well tie the noose around my own neck.
His eyes meet mine for a second and then he rises from my bed, his undershirt just grazing the top of his pert ass. He crosses to the door and I blow out a breath, but my relief is short-lived when he locks it and turns back around.
“What is it you want?” I demand.
“You, Father,” he says and kneels in front of me.
“Emmett—” My voice strains with the effort of keeping some self-control.
“Don’t send me away again.” His voice is shaky. “Please.”
Him on his knees in front of me is more than any mortal man could resist, and precum beads on the swollen head of my cock.
He licks his lips again and raises his eyes to mine. Those beautiful blue eyes with their pupils blown.
“Please, Father,” he whispers, and I’m undone.
I reach for the long embroidered silk stole from my vestments.
“Tie this around your eyes.” I hold it out to him.
“I don’t?—”
“Do it,” I command. “I need you to cover your eyes. Only God may witness my sin. Then I’ll only have to beg him for forgiveness.”
His hands quiver as he complies.
“Is it done?” I ask.
“Yes, Father,” he whispers as his body trembles.
I lay my hand on his head and he leans into it to steady himself. His body in supplication, with his eyes bound and the candlelight catching his blond hair in a golden glow, is a beautiful sight.
“Good boy,” I say and he lets out a small whimper that travels straight to my balls.
I’m going to hell for this.
I cup his jaw with my hand and run my thumb over his soft, plump lips until he opens his mouth. I slip my thumb in and he sucks eagerly. Dear God, he does want this.
I gently pull my hand away and he sits, waiting, his pretty lips glistening in the low light. I can’t wait any longer and I inch forward until the head of my cock touches his lips. He smiles before engulfing me with the wet heat of his mouth. I almost come with that first touch, but manage to grit my teeth and hold on. He almost gags as he tries to take too much, and he’s clumsy, which makes me think that he’s never done this before. I tangle my fingers in his soft hair as he licks and sucks me.
