02 - Benjamin Scott
Benjamin Scott
I close my eyes, savoring my own touch on my erection, something I haven't done in a very long time. I try to uphold all the vows I made when I entered the priesthood. And the fact that I felt desire for the woman with eyes as blue as the sky and skin as white as a beautiful cloud leaves me deeply unsettled.
I squeeze my erection before the sound of the door opening startles me. I turn toward the door, hastily letting go of my cassock to cover my nudity from whoever dared enter my office without knocking.
"I can solve that problem!" Her soft voice matches her angelic face perfectly.
"I don’t need help, and I would like you to leave my office before you end up getting killed for being here with me alone!" I say, embarrassed and worried about all the other guests outside.
"My name is Camilla Coppola, and I’m here to ask you for something. And from what I can tell, my presence has… affected you!" she says, stepping closer to me.
I can’t deny that she’s a beautiful girl…
Beautiful?
My thoughts about this girl’s beauty are getting worse by the second. I can’t deny that there’s something very attractive about her, even though at this moment, my vocation starts to speak louder, reminding me that I am a Bishop.
"Please, leave now!" I ask, my voice firm.
"No, not until you give me something I want!" she says, taking another step toward me.
"Girl, for the love of God, you’ll get me killed!" I exclaim, my shoulders slumping.
"My father insists on marrying me off to an idiot, while my older sister got an excellent husband. I’d rather give my virginity to a man of God than to a man who will probably rape me!" she says, her chin held high, but I can see the fear and a certain anguish in her eyes.
"You’re insane! I don’t even know you, and if you haven’t noticed, I’m a man of God! I can’t just do what you’re asking!" I whisper urgently. "I can’t do what you want; it’s dangerous for you and even worse for me. Now please, Camilla, leave my office. I need to change."
I try to persuade the girl standing in front of me, but it has the opposite effect. I see her move even closer to me. I take several steps back, only to find myself cornered against the desk with her right in front of me.
"Let me relieve the tension you’re feeling…" This little demon says, her hands reaching for my body.
I look at her hands, terrified but also longing to feel the warmth of her skin on mine…
I start imagining what she could do to me in this brief moment inside my office. I close my eyes as soon as her hand reaches my cassock, my thoughts completely contradictory, fully aware that all of this is wrong in every possible way.
I close my eyes, overwhelmed by the doubts swirling in my mind. Of course, I won't do what this girl expects of me, but the desire that my erection demands speaks louder than all my religious convictions, much louder than my vows. I open my eyes when the little devil is just inches away from reaching my lips.
"Let me kiss you…" she whispers, and the light brush of her lips against mine unravels me.
"I can't…" I say, but the lack of conviction in my voice betrays me.
My body is begging for her touch, to know if her lips taste as sweet as the scent now filling my office. But I feel her hand touch me without asking, with a desperation I hadn’t anticipated.
Through the cassock, Camilla begins to stroke me, the friction leaving me more frustrated because it isn’t what I truly desire. For a moment, I forget who I am and what I should be doing, and I cover her mouth with mine.
I slide one hand around her waist and the other to the nape of her neck, pulling her closer and trapping her against my body. I savor the feeling of her body relaxing at my touch. Part of me is fighting against the urge to throw this girl onto my desk and take her right here, even though I know how terribly wrong this all is.
Our tongues wage a battle as I explore her mouth like an uncharted tunnel. I let her continue stroking me, feeling my climax approaching. I wanted nothing more than to feel the heat of her body enveloping me as I filled her with my seed.
I begin to slow the pace of our kisses, feeling reason gradually return, the weight of the crucifix around my neck growing heavier. Camilla is panting, trying to catch her breath as I press my forehead against hers, desperately searching for an excuse to justify the sin I just committed.
"I need you to leave the office. I need to get dressed and go perform the wedding outside," I say, my voice thick with lust.
"Only if you promise we’ll finish this later…" she says, her eyes pleading, with a stubbornness that almost makes me roll my eyes.
"I can't. I'm a Bishop, and you're just a girl…" I say again, my hands still on her body, feeling how she had surrendered to my touch, something I’ve never truly known, having joined the seminary at such a young age. I move the hand from her waist and gently touch her flushed cheek.
"I'm almost forty years old; I could practically be your father, not to mention that I'm a man who shouldn't even be touching you like this!" I say tenderly.
"Fine, if it won’t be with you, I’ll choose someone else!" she says, pulling away from my touch.
Immediately, I feel my body frustrated by the loss of Camilla’s warmth in my arms, and what irritates me even more is the thought of her giving herself to another man who isn't me. Another sin I’ll have to confess later.
"Don’t be reckless…" I begin to say as she steps back, looking at me once more.
"You have a delicious kiss, Bishop Scott!" My cock throbs as I see a smile form on her lips.
Camilla walks to the door, opens it just a crack, and slips out, leaving me alone. I take a deep breath, staring at the emptiness she left behind, her scent lingering in my office, making me even harder as I imagine sinking into her and hearing her moan my name.
I glance at the clock above the door and realize it’s almost time to officiate the wedding of young Mr. Carter. I quickly grab the underwear from the closet and get dressed, once again looking impeccable, and leave my office. I can’t shake the feeling that all eyes are on me, perhaps someone saw Camilla enter and leave the room.
My eyes scan the guests, and I notice a few of them whispering. The tricks my mind is playing on me are suffocating and desperate. I can almost hear the devil’s laughter, mocking me for succumbing to sin.
"Bishop, sorry to interrupt, but I wanted to inform you that Cardinal Antony is very weak. Should I call a priest, or will you administer the last rites?" the nun in charge of the medical wing informs me.
I feel a tightness in my chest and glance toward the groom's parents, who notice how shaken I am. I look from them to the nun, torn between continuing with the wedding or going to the Cardinal to prepare his soul.
If I choose to go to the Cardinal, there’s a risk that Camilla might try to find me in the corridors of the church. Which would be dangerous for both of us, especially for her, given her connections to this elite group of people.
"Is there a problem, Bishop?" I hear Mrs. Carter’s voice behind me.
I look at the nun and feel the pain of losing the Cardinal, who was always my mentor and stood by my side when I had no idea where I belonged, a part of my childhood I prefer not to remember.
"We have a Cardinal in the medical wing of the Cathedral, and I came to inform the Bishop to see if he wants to administer the last rites or if he prefers that I call a priest to do it," the nun explains.
I’m so shaken that what happened between Camilla and me is pushed to the back of my mind. Deciding to get through the wedding as quickly as possible, I choose to continue with the ceremony.
"Would you mind if we start the wedding now so I can say goodbye to my friend afterward?" I ask, my voice thick with emotion.
Mrs. Carter’s gaze sends a chill down my spine; it’s as if she doesn’t believe what I’ve said or perhaps senses that I’m hiding something from her, which is true.
"The bride has already arrived; I’ll ask the coordinator to begin."
Everything happens so quickly that I hardly realize I’m leaving the altar as soon as I pronounce the couple married. I glance at Camilla, who is standing among people I assume to be her parents. Even though my body aches to feel her touch again and find comfort in her after the loss I’ve just experienced, I lower my gaze in shame and head away from the girl who made me question my vocation.