I wrapped a towel around my damp body, stepping out of the shower and onto the heated slate floor. I had washed all my makeup off and my hair was a knotted mess. I peaked out of the bathroom and into Chris' room, making sure the coast was clear. I wasn't a fan of people seeing me without makeup on, even though Chris was balls deep in me half an hour ago. I quickly walked to where my purse was, dropping it into the crook of my arm.

I scanned the area for Chris, but only saw a note on the kitchen island. My name was scribbled on the front of the folded piece of paper. I looked at it curiously for a second before opening it and reading the messy handwriting. It just said for me get changed into anything from his closet and meet him on the porch.

I went back to Chris' room and did as the note said, slipping into my thong before adding a pair of pajama pants and sweater. I applied my basic makeup; quickly dabbing concealer on and blending it out before setting it with powder and drawing my eyebrows on. Last but not least I added mascara and turned off the light, going out to find the porch.

"Take a seat." Chris told me, not taking his eyes off the world outside the wrap around windows. I sat next to him on the purple velvet couch before he handed me a cup of coffee, still not looking at me. I took it from him as I examined the taxidermy, bones and crystals that occupied the border of the room.

"I'm sorry about that." Chris whispered with a strained voice as his hand found mine. He turned to me with a bare face and sympathetic smile. I guess he took a shower too because his hair was dripping slightly. He wore a pair of sweatpants and a band shirt, showing off his sleeves of tattoos.

"What do you mean?" I asked, not sure what he would apologize about. I had never seen this side of Chris, but that's when he was Father and not daddy. He always seemed so confident, but now he seemed vulnerable. I pulled my knees up to my chest, getting comfortable.

"It's been forever since I did that, and I feel like I went too hard on you. I mean, I'm your priest for fucks sake and I just had my cock in your ass." He huffed out, stuttering on a few words. I gave his hand a reassuring squeeze and took a sip of coffee. I was surprised to hear him swear, since he barely even said anything that could be interpreted as negative.

"Chris, I've had two guys pounding me in the ass while I had another face fuck me. Sex is natural and you can go as hard on me as you want." I said, trying to reassure him that I was fine. He sighed and nodded, setting his empty mug on the floor by his feet.  

"When we're in church... could things be normal?  Like before?"  Chris asked.  I nodded and took a sip of coffee, trying to make an excuse not to talk.  I was a whore.  I was supposed to be used to once night stands and such.  For some reason I felt like my heart was caving in though.  

"Of course." I told him.  He put his arm around my shoulder, my arm draping across my chest.  I nuzzled my head into his neck as he pushed his face into my hair.

"I'm going to make dinner."  He whispered to me.  I nodded and let him stand up before dropping my hand.  I sat there for a while, just staring at one of the many small skulls.  I got up and walked through the kitchen, slowing down to watch Chris with his back to me.  Carefully I set my mug on the countertop, not making a noise.  I ran back to his bedroom, my feet padding on the floor ever so quietly.  I yanked Chris' clothes off my body, quickly changing into mine.  I took a minute to touch my makeup up, grabbing my purse and walking back out.

Before I could open my mouth, Chris turned to face me.  His soft eyes made me feel bad for wanting to leave.  I dropped my purse to where my shoes were and smiled softly.  It wasn't usual for me to stay after a hookup, but it felt homey.  I took a seat on one of the bar stools, my blouse untucking from the back of my skirt.  I watched as Chris stirred multiple curved pans, eventually mixing them all together.  The whole room smelt like Chinese food, making my mouth water.

"Hun?  Do me a favor and go through the door by the fireplace, down the stairs and pick out a wine." He asked.  I nodded and stood up, following his directions.  The cellar was all cobblestone with dark wood shelves.  Hundreds of glass bottles filled the room, all of them with the labels facing towards the huge table with a dozen seats around it.  It took a while until I found a white wine I recognized, but I did. 

"Oh, good.  I was just about to see if you got lost or something." Chris joked as he dried his hands on a towel.  I smiled at the innocence as he plucked the bottle from my hands and carried it to the kitchen.  He took two wine glasses from a cabinet and escorted me to another room, jestureing for me to sit.  Hundreds of candles were lit around the room, all of them dripping and pooling.  Two places were set at the massive wooden table.  Chris poured the drinks before pulling out the end chair for me and then leaving the room.  I waited patiently until my date returned.  In one hand he carried two bowls of stir fry and in the other, my phone.

"This was ringing." He explained, passing it to me.  I looked at my voice mail, seeing nothing but missed calls from people I've serviced.

"You can call them back." Chris said quietly, taking his own seat.  I shook my head and slipped my hand to his.  He looked confused.

"Who was that?" He asked before taking a sip of wine.  I sighed quietly and lifted my phone back up, handing it over to him.

"Just clients." I assured Chris, giving his hand a little squeeze.  He relaxed more, a small smile rising on his face as he began to poke at his food.  It felt odd to watch my priest eat without praying first.

"What's your career?" Chris questioned, starting up a conversation.  I hinted at my night job, but focused on my civilized life.

*

By the end of dinner, I was trying my hardest not to cum just from the way Chris was rubbing my thigh.  He had a devilish smirk playing on his lips as he tortured me. 

"I can't take this." I whined as I grabbed his hand and slid it between my legs.  Chris gave me a light squeeze before standing up and walking to be behind me.  He helped me to my feet, pulling me to his room before I could protest - not that I'd want to.  He yanked my clothes off quickly, not messing around this time.  He pushed me over the bed and ripped the butt plug out of me.  He took his hands off of me for a second as he undressed himself.

Chris growled quietly, slapping my ass a bit before pressing his tip against me.  I let out a low moan as he slid into me slowly.  He let out a string of curses, pulling out of me and laying down.  He dragged me on top of him and forced me down onto his massive length.  I arched my back as he repetitively pulled me down on him, my rear slapping his thighs loudly.  I only lasted as long as Chris, crying out as I came and collapsed on his chest.  I could feel his seed drip out of me as I climbed off of him, moving so I could lick up the mess I made.  

"Why are you so hot?  Get up here." He demanded, grabbing me by the shoulders and hauling me up to eye level.  One of his hands gripped my jaw, opening my mouth to see my cum on my tongue.  He brought his mouth to mine, cleaning it out.  He pushed me away slightly before forcing me move farther up on his torso until I was sitting on his face.  I felt his tongue run up my thighs before dipping into my stretched hole.  I suppressed a moan and clung to the head board.  Despite the fact that I had released less than five minutes ago, I was starting to get hard again. 

"Such a whore." Chris growled, slipping out from under me.  He grabbed me by the throat and yanked me across his lap, playing with my bum before spanking me red.  His hard on was poking me in the side, showing just how much of a turn on this was to him.  He flipped me onto my back, crawling over me like prey.  His eyes glistened with lust as he spread my legs and began to ruthlessly pound into me.  I screamed out and spasmed as I came again, my walls clenching around Chris and milking his orgasm.  

I was panting as he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the bathroom, sitting me on the edge of the stone tub.  He turned the tap, allowing the vessel to fill with scalding hot water.  Steam rose through the air as he coaxed me to become human soup.  I sighed with my relaxing muscles, allowing Chris to wash my hair and body.  He left me to soak as he changed the sheets and cleaned up from dinner, eventually returning to help me dry off.  He slipped on a pair of pajama pants and I stole one of his oversized shirts that almost touched my knees.  We cuddled a bit, carrying a light hearted conversation until we were both too tired to really speak.  My head was against his chest.  

"Will you sing for me?" I asked quietly.  Chris chuckled, running a hand through my still damp hair.  

"You've got hell to pay, but you already sold your soul.  It's blasphemy.  But the words don't make sense no more.  What would your mother say? Your faith has you immured.  So don't try and tell me that you still believe.  No don't preach to me." His voice was rough and melodic as he graced the lyrics that I had heard a million times.  

I know this chapter is short but my english grade just dropped to a C and im fucked.  THERES A REALLY PretTY GIrL AT MY SCHOOL AND LEIK DAMN.  2ndSUcksDICk is signing off.