Sylvie
The aroma of roasted beans, burritos, cinnamon French toast permeated the air. I opened my eyes, the room unfamiliar and instant confusion overwhelmed me. Mark never cooks for me, it's always ordered or made by me. I sat up, the memories flooding in. I almost screamed at the memory of last night.
I needed to get out of here before he spots me. I couldn't find my clothes, shoes or bag anywhere. I entered the bathroom and the reflection of a red haired stared back at me. Hickeys and bite marks covered my chest region, my hair was unruly and my lips swollen. I needed to find where Vaughn hid my clothes and leave immediately. I searched everywhere and knowing he is a person with OCD, I scattered everywhere.
I went downstairs looking flushed, angry and hungry. He was there and my bag and shoes as well. Breakfast was ready and he was shirtless showing his tattoed skin and washboard abs. I became aware of how horrible I looked and attempted to sneak back upstairs when he turned to me and smirked. He was clearly messing with me.
"How was your night?" He asked, watching me intently as he stuffed his mouth with grapes. I haven't seen a man who looks attractive eating grapes as this man. "Did you sleep well?"
"Where are my clothes?" I said, ignoring his questions. "I need to leave. I have this thing I need to do." I side-stepped him heading towards the couch where my bag was.
"You don't have to go now," He said, frowning. "You should at least eat and let me drive you home."
I hesitated but the feast he stayed up early to prepare shouldn't go to waste so I just motioned myself to the table. I ate the cinnamon toast first and almost bit back a moan, it was so good that I rushed for another. "You made these?" I said, my mouth almost full with it. He chuckled pushing a glass of water towards me. "You have a new habit, talking with your mouth isn't good for you."
I gulped the water and went for more. He watched me as he sipped on his glass of water. He looks completely relaxed and composed for someone who broke his vows last night. "You were awfully tight last night, was it your first time?" He asked, a curious look on his face. I almost choked on my food, I reached for the jug to refill my cup at the same time he did. Our fingers brushed and out of impulse, I flinched, drawing away.
"It wasn't my first time," I murmured, my focus slipping away at the memory. He tipped my chin with his index finger motioning my gaze to him. "Don't you dare slip away. Focus on me." I wanted to talk about it but my phone rang before I could open my mouth. I grabbed it and the look of my face instantly changed, it was Mark.
"I have to go. Where are my clothes?" I said in a haste, putting on my shoes in a hurry. He sat, not moving a muscle just watching me with a frown on his face. "Who is that?" He asked, his frown deepening. "My step- brother is home. I have to get home before he gets angry and..." I drifted, not wanting to relay that part of my life.
"Before he what?" He asked, inching closer. I pull back searching for my clothes, ignoring him. I found them in the laundry basket. I quickly put them on and took his jacket covering myself. "Thank you so much Father Vaughn for everything. I had a good time but this cannot continue. I have to go," I said while I try taming my hair but ended up covering it with a scarf I found in my purse. I walked to the door, avoiding his gaze because I might give in.
I got home just in time. He wasn't in so I used that time to shower, take out the pizza boxes and dress in my most comfortable clothes which was hoodie and sweats. I entered the kitchen and sought to prepare something nice for him to soothe his stress somehow.
The lock clicked into place behind me, and the silence wrapped around the house like a trap. I could feel him before I saw him, his presence pressed against the air. "There you are," The warmth I felt wasn't comfort. It was bait. He lounged on the kitchen stool, pulling me to him till I sat on his lap. I could feel his hard cock pressed against my skin. His eyes didn't leave me. "Where were you, Sylvie?" He asked, his fingers digging into my wrist.
"School... I-I was at school with Father Vaughn. I failed in his test so he wants me to take private lesson," I whimpered. "Please you are hurting me."
He released me, taking my wrists kissing it gently. "I don't want to hurt you but you drive me crazy sometimes. Look at what you made me do." He said, planting kisses on the bruises he left. "I don't like that, Sylvie. You have to stop the lesson."
I shook my head, looking into gaze. "I can't do that. It's for my well-being." He immediately pushed me off him. "I provide for you, can't you do that for me?" He yelled. He pulled my hood over my head revealing my already red hair. "You dyed your hair back? There is another man, right?" He asked, taking a fistful of my hair and pulling it until my scalp hurt.
"No there isn't another man. You have to believe me." I cried out in pain. He let go and moved a distance away. "I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to." He murmured, reaching for the beer on the counter and gulping it down. "No matter anywhere you go to, you can't do anything without me. After everything I do for you, you'll always find a way to come back to me." My throat tightened. "Look at you shaking. Why do you always act like I'm the enemy? I'm the only one who puts up with you. You don't deserve anything but I give it anyway and this is what I get." He leaned forward, voice low, coaxing. "Do you think anyone one else would tolerate your little moods, your mistakes? They'd leave you. Everybody would."
I wanted to argue, to say I could manage without him but my words tangled in me, useless. He made it sound so believable, so reasonable.
"You'd fall apart without me," He sipped his drink, slow and sure this time. "You know that, don't you?" The worst part was how convincing he sounded. The way he looked at me, steady, unblinking, made me doubt the edges of my own thoughts. Maybe I was imagining the wrongness. Maybe this was the way of loving me- hard, suffocating but love. I swallowed hard, forcing my eyes down to the floor because if I met his gaze for too long, I wasn't sure what I'd believe anymore.
I needed to return Vaughn's jacket before Mark finds it. I stopped myself, it's now so easy to refer him by his first name without the title as if I'm referring him as a friend or like a boyfriend. I shivered, what we had was more confusing than labels. It was forbidden and secret. A teacher, student relationship, and what made it more twisted was our age-gap and his vows. I'm legal but still it's a scandal for a priest to have sexual relations with his student.
I feel guilt rising from deep within. He had a vow and I broke it but why does it feel so wrong and right at the same time? I actually want him and it frightens me. Then it struck me, we didn't use protection when we went at it like rabbits. I didn't have money for pills neither do I have his number.
I quickly changed into my t-shirt and shorts and put on my jacket, leaving the house. I remember where he lived, a couple of miles from my place that I can trek to. I arrived so minutes later, and knocked on his door. On the third knock, he opened the door. And he was shirtless.
His face looked intimidating at first but when he saw me, his face softened a little. "Come in, Sylvie," The moment I stepped in, he had me against the door and his lips pressed on mine, his tongue coaxing my lips for entrance. I opened up for him and he groaned deep in my mouth, his tongue tasting every area in my mouth exerting dominance. He pulled back reluctantly, lifting me up on the counter behind me. My eyes slip closed as he circled my clit with his thumb. I give in far too easily, but for someone who has felt fear most of her time, all her life, I'm going to embrace every bit of freedom from those thoughts.
He takes off my shorts and my underwear, taking it into his pockets. He groaned at the sight of my pussy when he spread my legs wide. "So fucking pretty that I want to take a picture of it and frame it in my office and blow up to the sight of it whenever I'm bored, imagining me coming over you."
"Fuck," I gasped, rearing up as he thrust two fingers inside me.
"You like the idea of that, right? My cum all over your pussy." He whispered into my ears as he scissors his fingers in me.
I could deny it, but he can see proof of my arousal, so I say nothing. "Fuck yes my dirty girl loves it hard," He groaned. As he thrusts his fingers in me, he circled his thumb over my clit drawing bolts of pleasures through me. When his mouth closes over my clit, and sucks hard, I buck my hips and cum letting out a strangled scream.
He steps back, shoving his sweatpants down his legs, revealing his thick, hard cock. I gulp, not sure how it fit into me last night. I'm still tender from last night and now, I can see why.
He rubs the crown against my slits before thrusting in, while holding my gaze. "Your pussy is so hot, it's burning me," I cried out when he hit my sweet spot, my mind all mashed. "We didn't use protection last night." I managed to let out. He thrust into me hard. "But you like feeling my cum in you." He wasn't wrong but there are consequences. "I could get pregnant and I'm not ready or a child." I panicked.
"I'll take care of everything even if you are pregnant with my child." He whispered, planting a kiss on my nape as he thrusts deep in me.
He is angry. I don't know why until I catch the look on his face. There is some hurt mingled in there, too. His thrusts becomes harder, his grip tighter. I reach out and slip my fingers into his hair to provide some semblance of comfort as he fucks me so hard that I'd slide off the counter if he wasn't holding me tight. Leaning over me, he bites on down on my nipple through my clothes, making me scream, the sharp pain sending bolts of pleasure and I come. I'm so exhausted like wet noodles and he still looks fresh as daisies.
Using his fingers, he scooped his cum and shoves it into me. He reluctantly cleans me up before helping me off the counter. "Here," He hands me a new phone, the latest model. "Are you going to answer when I call?"
I nod, taking it from him. "Good. Don't leave the house without it. I'm not trying to be a dick but we have to be smarter than that."
"Can I shower with you?" I asked. He turned to me and smirks. "As tempting as that is, I know you'll be leaving anytime soon so you'll wear my cum"
I watched him dress, so asking him questions will be now. "What do you do when you're not in church or the school?" I asked.
"Read and go to the cafe. Or have a coffee with my brother. Among other things, I stalk you." He said, with gleams in his eyes as if proud of what he does.
"So how did you get money to buy all this things?" I pressed further. "It is expensive and luxurious too and you're just a priest slash stalker."
"I once killed people for fun and get paid for it." He said, with a neutral look on his face like he was talking about the weather. I, on the other hand, almost passed out in shock. "You see, I like the sight of blood... I get aroused by it. I am a serial killer and also an assassin except I don't kill on sight, I take them to my lair and slowly take their parts out reveling in the warm feel of blood."
He shrugged. "I quit a long time ago because of I wanted to pursue something. I entered priesthood and here I am, with you." He said, before looking into my eyes. "Play with me for a while until my fixation wears away. I rather tell you the truth and have you hate me than lie to you to love me."
I couldn't say anything but deep down I knew it felt right to say the truth before it's too late. I knew whatever twisted feeling he felt for me will be like an illusion, unreal but I want to be selfish enough to savour this feeling just hoping it last.
He drove me home and dropped me outside of my home even though I insisted on few blocks away. He clearly didn't like that I had to walk to his house. I wanted to step out but he grabbed my wrist, pulling me to himself, and kissing me hard. I gasped at the way he held my hair in his fist which felt intense not uncomfortable as the way Mark held it earlier.
"I'll call you," He said, his eyes boring into mine. "And you better pick up or I'm marching here to know why you didn't." I gave him a nod and stepped out of his car, walking straight in without looking back.
I looked back and he was still there, lingering like he always do. My pulse quickened as I watched him watch me. I don't think I can stand being without him, at least until he loses interest. But I know better than to hope.
That night after an erotic wet dream of Vaughn and I fucking on an altar, I already knew I was far gone.