SWNOVELS Reward? (Chapter 13)
Dunn:
She saw me. She knows I am watching.
And yet she tips back her head showing me her beautiful neck as her lush lips open to release a moan.
I am transfixed. A feeling of excitement rushes through my blood. I feel myself harden and I have to ball my fists to prevent myself from grabbing my dick through my robes in the middle of the temple like a teenager, like it’s the first time I’ve seen a woman cry out in pleasure.
But it is the first time I’ve seen a woman moan in pleasure purely for my enjoyment, not because she wanted something from me, not because she was enjoying herself, not because she wanted a tip from a worshiper.
She looks magnificent her breasts swaying in beat to the Pinn’s trusts, her breathy moans echoing through the room. The thin gauzy white curtain drapes half-open around the bed allowing only me to truly see what is happening inside, while the low lighting gives it the air of mystery and carnal secrecy.
Her head comes back down as she smiles at me and winks.
Maybe she is enjoying herself.
I am frozen in my spot on the other side of the room. Far enough away that I’m not intruding, and yet not close enough.
I clench my fists again. I want to touch her. I want to feel her soft skin. Memories of her soft lips haunt me.
I don’t know if I have failed my goddess. If I should have gotten rid of Rachel and the risk she poses to our conspiracy circle. If I was too weak to do what needed to be done. But maybe she will help… we need it. Although I have managed to send pages of reports on the rumored abuses within the temple, I have yet to convince another priestess to testify.
Perhaps also Rachel was sent to me by the goddess. She is her priestess after all as I am her priest. Perhaps she is a vehicle to assist in the goddess’s mission or a reward for my loyal service.
Or maybe she is a test of my devotion.
Two days ago I made things awkward between us and she left shortly after saying she would find more testimonies, but at that moment I thought I had scared her off. I thought she would avoid me from then on and it was only confirmed when I saw her in the temple and she didn’t react to my presence. But it seems now I worried unnecessarily…
“Excuse us, Master Priest”
I tear my eyes away from the glorious sight before me to see one of the priestesses dragging a worshiper trying to get past me. What’s her name again? Mary?
I can’t say anything, I’m still too transfixed by the sensual vision of Rachel, and so I step to the side and let them pass. I have been standing just inside of the entrance to the inner chamber blocking it without realizing.
Another couple follows them through the doorway and I decide to move around the bed closest to the entrance so I can still see Rachel without blocking anyone. I take a spot peering through two empty beds, hoping that no one chooses them so my view remains unobstructed.
I look back at Rachel and see her head turn back as she says something to her worshiper. I feel a sense of letdown, our moment is over and I should go back to work. I turn and begin walking away. I don’t know how I will be able to focus on the accounting books, but I should at least do my best.
I look back at Rachel one more time to see that now she is on top, riding her worshiper in all of her magnificence. Her body sensually rocks back and forth to her own rhythm as the worshiper grips her hips. Her hands move over her flat stomach migrate north until she grabs her breasts. The round globes spill out of her hands and I flex my own hands imagining it is my hands messaging her breasts, flicking her nipples, and gripping her hips, forcing her to ride harder as pleasure overtakes us.
She opens her eyes and looks at me again, her lush lips open, and her eyes dark with lust. She is watching me watch her, and it is the most erotic thing I have ever experienced. The worshiper reaches up pushes his thumb into her open mouth which she then wraps her lips around and sucks, her eyes never leaving mine.
I want to be that worshiper; only instead of the goddess, I would worship Rachel and all her beauty.
It is this thought that shocks me out of my lust-induced stupor. I am the goddess’ first and foremost. No priestess, no matter how beautiful, no matter how perfect, shall ever distract me from my mission.
I abruptly walk out of the inner chamber. I need to get away. I need to regain control. I storm through the hallways of the temple without care for who is around me, desperately needing to reach my office.
I reach my office and I slam the door behind me. I can’t let Rachel have such an effect on me. I belong to the goddess and Rachel is no more than a tool to help me accomplish my mission.
I pace my small office for a few minutes, angry with myself, angry at Rachel, and very sexually frustrated. My mind is replaying what happened just moments before in the inner chamber and I am trying to force it from my mind.
I walk up to my desk and drop into my chair slamming open the accounting books on my desk. I lean over the books and try to focus, but the numbers just swim in front of my face.
My anger swells and I bang shut the book in front of me and push it away from me so it crashes off of the desk and onto the floor.
She is in my head and has control of my body. Angrily I jerk up my robes and grab my hard pulsating cock. I yank on it painfully. I am disgusted with my lack of mental and physical control; I don’t deserve to enjoy this.
I tug harshly but I can’t stop my eyes from closing and imagining it is Rachel herself grabbing me and torturing me. Her small hand wrapped tightly around me. Her breath fanning over my cock as she yanks it ever faster.
I lean back in my chair and groan.
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