Page 44 of Dark Side of the Cloth

“Speak to me, my child, and the pain of all that you are holding back will be released.”

“I’ve fantasized about him bending me over his desk and pounding his cock into me from behind. I have touched myself, while I thought of him taking me roughly, taking what he wants from me and ordering me to do what he wants.”

Dean sank all his fingers in deep, rewarding her for the confession. A deep guttural groan came from the other side of the wall. It was muffled, like she had a fist in her mouth. He knew she was close, her breathing was quickening, and her walls were quaking around his hand. Using his thumb, he slid it over her nub with each thrust of his hand as she moaned. Suddenly, his hand flooded with liquid, and her walls flexed so hard around his fingers that her body tried to push him out.

He was so close that his balls were aching. His fist flew in a mad flurry up and down his thick shaft. He pulled his arm back through the small gap and used her juices to lubricate his own work further. He just needed a few more tugs.

A flash of light caught his attention as it filtered into the booth beside him.

“He’s ready to see you now,” Yasmine said.

That little minx! He was so getting Yasmine back for this.

He pushed the two panels closed, blocking him from view because nothing was going to stop his body. He had no idea who stepped in the opposite side of the confessional, but just as the seat creaked with the weight of their presence, he tipped over the edge.

He clamped his mouth shut to keep from yelling out with the force of his orgasm that was consuming his body. The thick curtain and the confessional wall took the brunt of his orgasmic bliss, but he didn’t give a fuck where it landed—the soft slapping noise was the only giveaway that something unsavory was occurring. He stared down at his dick as he gave it a few more strokes to milk the last sensations of his pleasure. God, he was a dirty bastard.

A soft knock came from the solid panel.

“Father, are you still in there?” He rolled his eyes at the sound of Whitney’s voice. “I think you might have a leak in the ceiling. It’s all wet in here.

“Yes, just finishing a few notes. Give me a moment.” A smile spread across his face at the thought of Whitney sitting in Yasmine’s juices. He laid his head back on the wall and reluctantly stuffed his dick back into this pants. This was going to be a long and painful confession.

Yasmine shook her head, trying hard to rid her mind of the images from earlier with Dean. She had no idea what had come over her, but whatever it was, God help her—she wanted more. But, she was happy she’d given him a small taste of his own medicine.

She smiled wide as she settled under her sheets and picked up her latest read. Her phone dinged with a message, and she picked it up, worried that Mabel needed her. Yasmine bit her lip, her body growing hot as she stared at the screen showing the message was from Dean.

Did she dare open it? What if he was angry with her and never wanted to see her again?

Taking a deep breath, she opened the message.

Dean: How do you have everyone fooled?

Yasmine: What do you mean? She typed back.

Dean: This whole town thinks you’re a sweet girl that would never do anything immoral. I beg to differ.

She laughed hard.

Yasmine: You only got what you deserved for ghosting me. You at least owe me a conversation, even if it is to say that nothing could happen again.

Dean: You are right. It was rude of me, and you deserve better. I’m sorry, sweetYasmine.

Yasmine: Your apology is accepted.

Dean: How about I make it up to you? Dinner at my place Saturday. I, unfortunately, have plans tomorrow that I cannot break.

Yasmine mulled it over. Did she prolong the agony, or did she rip off the and-aid? Band-aid it was, at least she would know by the end of the meal where they stood.

Yasmine: Alright, Saturday it is.

Dean: Excellent, come at seven o’clock.

Yasmine: I’ll be there.

Her fingers shook with excitement as she hit the blushing emoji image and pressed send.

Dean: Sleep well Yasmine, I will see you soon, and hopefully, our conversation from earlier can be picked up where we left off.