The nun paused, and looking back over her shoulder at Audrey, she said in hushed tones “I’m sure you will like it here.”
With wide eyes Audrey slowly made her way to the chamber door and knocked. At the command to enter, she opened the door and stood at its entrance, eyes lowered, a flush creeping up over her cheeks.
“Come, take a seat,” the priest ordered.
She obediently did as he asked, smoothing her gown over her knees with trembling hands.
“I’m sorry I was unable to see you immediately upon your arrival. There were matters I had to attend to.”
Audrey shook her head and gazed shyly up at him through long lashes, feeling the blush deepen up as those devastating grey eyes moved over her face. “No, it is I that must apologise, Father,” she rushed out. “I thought someone was injured, and I didn’t realise that you were seeing to the nun’s affliction. I realise –”
“Affliction?” the priest queried softly.
“Ailment, malady, I am unsure how to….”
“Ah, yes.” The priest gazed at her for a long while, and as she opened her mouth to speak again, he raised his hand, signalling silence.
“Audrey,” he recalled, studying the lovely girl before him. “A novice from St Agatha’s, if I remember correctly. Here with us for a year.”
She nodded.
Father Matthew gazed down the earnest young woman before him as he drummed his fingers thoughtfully on the desk that the nun had only recently laid upon. “You will quickly come to realise we do things differently at St Helen’s, but I am sure, given time, you will adjust beautifully.”
“Thank you father,” she murmured, and another long uncomfortable silence stretched out between them.
“Before I have our one other novice show you to your cell, I must request that we establish the matter of your, shall we say, dedication.”
“Dedication?” she echoed in confusion.
The priest nodded and rose from his chair and she swallowed hard as he towered above her, noting the way the long black gown clung to his broad shoulders.
“Our intake of novices is very selective, and it only a personal favour to the priest at St Agatha’s that we accepted you prior to interviewing you. When novices come to us from other convents we generally we inspect them thoroughly. Once or twice in the past they have come to us preg… with evidence of their lack of dedication, and we have taken measures since to prevent such occurrences.”
“Oh,” Audrey murmured, still unsure of what was expected of her.
“Come, follow me. You will experience no pain from my initial examination.”
She rose and moved to where he stood waiting by a long wooden pew near the far wall, feeling apprehensive.
“I want you to straddle the pew and sit down, yes, that’s it.” He nodded in approval as she lifted her leg gracefully over the wooden pew and rested her bottom on its narrow width, uncertainty filling her dark blue eyes as she gazed up at him. “Now lay back.” His hands on her shoulders gently eased her down so that she lay on her back on the pew, then guided her small hands to rest on either side of her narrow hips.
His large frame straddled the pew to sit facing her, his knees bumping against hers, and she bit her lip. She was unable to prevent the flinch as she felt his fingers close around the hem of her habit and slowly draw the heavy material up to drape across her knees.
“Relax,” he murmured, sliding his warm palms up over the soft inner flesh of her thighs spread slightly apart by the width of the pew.
“I’m not sure how this-”
“Quiet, Novice, while I concentrate. It will be over soon.”
She swallowed hard, trying to remain passive as he forced her knees further apart beneath her skirt. She prayed in time that she would become used to his cool manner and of the strange effect his commanding ways seemed to have on her young body. Besides the quiet affection of Mother Superior, she had rarely been touched by another human being, especially that of a handsome grown male, and she was unable prevent the trembling in her thighs.
She breathed a sigh of relief when he lifted his hands from her flesh.
“I am going to ask you if you can feel my hands on your flesh, and I want you to answer me honestly. Do not think to lie to me.”
“No Father,” she mumbled, gazing fixedly up at the ceiling as she felt a light caress stir the soft curls between her thighs. A thrill rushed through her lower belly, and she bit her lip to keep from moaning as a vision of the nun’s wide spread legs came to mind.
She felt confusion over the fast beat of her heart, the uneven rise and fall of her tiny breasts, the strange fluidness invading her limbs at the strange intimacy of his inspection as his hands gently caressed her mound.
“Can you feel this?” he queried after a while.
Audrey bit her lip, trying to sense his touch, but she was suddenly unable to feel the pressure of his hands on her body. “No,” she uneasily replied.
“Okay, what about this?” Again silence as he patiently waited for her reply, and she shook her head slowly, a frown creasing her brow.
“Hmm,” he murmured under his breath, and she flinched as she felt his fingers pinch her nether lips together.
“I felt that,” she murmured breathlessly, and he nodded thoughtfully.
“Good, good. And this?”
His deft fingers gently parted her dry folds and traced a finger along the pink valley.
She nodded as a quiver shot through her at his soft touch, her relief at finally being able to feel him between her thighs overcoming her apprehension at being touched so intimately.
“What about this?” He queried, regretfully removing his fingers from her tender flesh as he gazed upon her sweet, flushed face.
“No-o,” she said after a while, frowning as she gazed at the ceiling in concentration.
He was silent for a long while, a look of concern on his masculine features, waiting, and slowly her gaze flickered to his.
“Please Father, try again, maybe this time…”
He hesitated for effect, gazing at her consideringly, then nodded. “You’ll have to trust me, without question, without hesitation.”
“I do, Father,” she nodded obediently with guileless dark blue pools.
Was it all an act, he asked himself? “Let’s continue then.”
Without question she let him push up her heavy skirts, exposing the length of her creamy white thighs and the silky thatch to his intent gaze as he bundled the material at her tiny waist.
He almost groaned aloud at the exquisiteness of her, the velvety skin and the soft curls that provided her sweet mound little protection from his gaze and soon his exploring fingers.
Gently, he parted her nether lips again, and found the little nub nestled in the lush pink folds. Easing forward on the pew, he gently stroked the sensitive flesh with the pad of his thumb. She bucked slightly beneath him, and slowly he increased the pressure, drawing a cry of surprise from her parted lips.
“Good,” he murmured encouragingly. “You can feel that.”
She nodded, moistening her suddenly dry lips as he began to gently tease her pink nub with knowing fingers.
Soon she was wiggling slightly on the pew, and he could feel a slight dampness coating his fingers as he coaxed a gentle response from her. He moved lower, the tip of his finger lightly circling her tiny entrance, and he felt himself harden at the thought of piercing her there. He pressed his finger against her experimentally, the tip of his finger probing her heat before moving back up to circle her nub before she became anxious.
“Oh,” she murmured, her bottom shifting on the pew, and she felt a trickle of moistness seep between her thighs. She nipped her bottom lip at the strange sensations flooding between her thighs as his fingers probed and played with her secret place. “It feels…”
“Yes?” he queried when she hesitated shyly, knowing instinctively that she was ready for what he planned to do.
“Strange,” she said with a tiny frown. “I’ve never…” She gasped as his finger slide up inside of her without warning, her hips arching.
Soon he felt her growing wetness as he began to work his finger in her tight pussy, massaging her slick walls that would feel exquisite around his cock. It was slow coming, yet slowly her young body opened up to his deepening caresses like a bud unfurling its petals in worship of the sun.
“Almost there,” he murmured huskily, slowly easing another finger up inside her slick heat. Her hips were arching off the pew as his fingers surged deeper up inside of her, forcing her tight walls to stretch around his fingers until finally he felt the thin barrier blocking his further exploration. The tips of his fingers gently caressed her maidenhead, and he murmured soothing words to her as she shifted restlessly on the pew, overcome by the strange sensations of being impaled on his fingers.
He teased her until she was gasping for breath, her body squirming on the pew, before slowly withdrawing from her. He knew he could take her then unaware. Her soft gasps filling his ears as he ruthlessly plundered her maidenhead.
Yet he would wait, for she was like soft clay, unformed, easily molded to his dark desires. He would wait until she begged him to fuck her between her soft thighs, knowing exactly what he intended to do to her.
She lay panting and flushed as he eased her gown down over her spread thighs, and he hid his smile at the sight of the small hard nipples tenting the fabric of her habit. Soon, he promised himself.
“You felt my touch deep inside you?”
She nodded shyly, her lashes flickering down to hide the confusion in her dark eyes.
“You’re dedication pleases me, Novice,” he spoke coolly, commandingly. She would soon recognise him as her master. “Go now, our other Novice will show you to your cell, and Mother Superior will speak to you on the morrow about your duties here.”
He watched her leave, intrigued by the blushing shyness of his sweet new novice. The evidence of her maidenhead showed she was innocent of men, yet he knew that might be mostly due to lack of opportunity.
The priest at St Agatha’s was elderly and possessed a fetish for strong muscular men. He would set one of the nuns to spy on Audrey when she retired to her bed that evening to discover if she pleasured herself as nuns were want to do with their busy little fingers.
In the meantime, he would inform the nuns of their new member, and warn them off being overly playful in her presence. Until she was ready to for her first man between her soft thighs, he wanted to ensure she didn’t reach her pleasure.
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A young woman of 18 or 19, the same age as Audrey, waited for Audrey as she left Father Mathew’s chamber. Audrey prayed her flushed features and the strange weakness in her limbs wasn’t discernible to the other woman as she smiled shyly in greeting.
The pretty novice introduced herself as Beth, and after helping Audrey carry her small trunk to her cell, Beth took her on a guided tour within the extensive tall stonewalls of St Helen’s. Soon Audrey was returning Beth’s bubbly smile easily as she was shown the gardens and buildings, making Audrey giggle at the witty little descriptions the novice gave as she pointed out items of interest.
It was at the evening meal that she finally met the nuns of St Helen’s. They ate in an informal manner around a long table in the warm kitchens, with crusty bread and deliciously thick chicken soup. There were six nuns, and one Novice, two including Audrey, and she found it strange that none were more than two score in years, except for the stern mother superior.
Mother was a handsome woman with cold blue eyes who rarely spoke. When she did speak, the other nun’s hastened to do her bidding as she requested salt or gave out instructions on how to clean pots, their laughter and chatter halting when Mother gave them a stern look.
Three nuns departed immediately following the meal, and when Audrey questioned Beth where they went, Beth bit back a smile. It was Mother Superior who answered “worship”.
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Audrey was glad to finally collapse on her narrow pallet a small time later, worn from travelling and the strange events of that day. She curled up in a small ball, her thoughts a tired jumble.
It felt as though she had barely drifted off to sleep when she heard muffled noises coming from the hall. Turning onto her side, she pulled her pillow over her ears as she sought desperately to block out the sound and get back to sleep. The noises grew, and she lay wide-awake, agitated and flushed, feeling a yearning ache grow between her damp thighs.
Finally rolling off her pallet, she padded across the cold stone floor and drew back the curtain that afforded her cell a little privacy. The hallway was lit by the soft moon light filtering through the windows on the far end of the hall, almost full where it hung low in the dark cloudless sky. Her wide eyes latched instantly onto the source of the disturbance.
Tanned masculinity, naked and rippling, filled her vision. Strong muscular arms were planted on either side of a tiny nun pinned against the wall by his body, her gown bunched up around her waist as his hips bucked furiously against her. The woman gasped with each thrust as the man suckled at her neck, her fingers clawing at his broad back, her ankle hooked around his knee.
Audrey felt her nipples tighten and a low throb begin between her thighs. She stood motionless, her wide eyes taking in every thrusting motion of the firm cheeks. Slowly Audrey’s eyes lifted to the woman’s face, and moistened her lips. The nun’s mouth hung open, her pretty features slack, her eyes squeezed shut.
As if of its own accord, Audrey’s hand slid between her thighs, feeling the dampness soaking through her thin chemise.
“Oh, yes, yes,” the woman cried.
The words seemed to break the spell that held Audrey entranced, and she stumbled blindly back into her cell on trembling legs. She crossed to her pallet and dragged her sheets over her, the image of the lovers’ embrace burned in her memory. She lay gazing off into dark space for what seemed an eternity, her mouth dry, her heart racing. She imagined it was her being crushed against the wall by the stranger, her he was filling up as he bucked inside of her, her arms that clung to him as she threw her head back as she cried out her pleasure. Dear God, she thought, she must be cursed.
The peel of bells dragged Audrey from her uneasy slumber, and she lay blinking tiredly. The events of yesterday rushing back over her. The appearance of Beth urging her to wake telling her that it was time to bathe drove the last vestiges of sleep from her mind.
Audrey collected her small towel and soap and followed Beth’s lead down the steps of the dormitory and along a small dirt path. Eventually the sound of rushing water greeted her ears, and she gave a gasp of delight as the green bushes parted to reveal a cascading waterfall spilling into a secluded rock pool, the crystal clear water sparkling in the early morning light.
Nuns bathed themselves, laughing and splashing each other, and Audrey blushed when she realised they were naked, the water glistening as it spilled over their bare shoulders and breasts.
She became aware of Beth undressing beside her, tugging her shift over her head and tossing it down on a patch of grass before splashing into the water. When Beth realised Audrey stood shyly by the bank, she turned and smiled warmly.
“Come Audrey, wear your shift if you like. Soon you will be used to our ways.”
Audrey fingered her simple white shift with its thin straps that just reached her knees, before shrugging to herself and splashing into the water, soap in hand. It mattered little if it got wet, and she would feel better for its protective cover as she was too shy to strip naked before the other nuns.
The water was crisp and fresh, swirling around her ankles and knees as she slowly waded into its clear depths, feeling her way over the smooth pebble bottom. Soon it reached her waist, and she ducked beneath its surface before rising and sweeping her hair from her face with a gasp as her skin tingled from the coolness. Beth playfully splashed her, and Audrey splashed her back, unaware of how the thin material molded her gentle curves, or of the veiled gazes of the other nuns drawn to her young body. The delicious thrust of her tiny breasts with their hard rosy tips were clearly visible through the thin material, tantalising as they jiggled and swayed as she played with Beth.
Eventually she set about the business of bathing so that she would not be late for morning prayers, and she worked the soapsuds into her long, chestnut mane, beginning at the roots and slowly working down to the tips. She dunked beneath the surface, her fingers combing through the thick strands to release the suds to the water before rising for breath. She was squeezing the water from her mane, twisting it into a large coil over her shoulder, when she caught movement from the corner of her eye. Lifting her head, she gazed across the far bank curiously, her eyes sliding along the bushes until they came to an abrupt halt.
A tall man with hair like midnight caught back from a darkly tanned face as sinfully handsome as Lucifer gazed back at her. Her lips parted on a silent gasp, unable to move, unable to speak. Her wide eyes drunk in the full magnificence of him, clothed completely in black.
Her eyes moved over the supple leather tunic stretched across his broad shoulders and chest, down over the leather breaches that clung to his powerful thighs to rest on black leather boots, before sweeping back up to the masculine face watching her so intently. Her heart raced as she felt a strange heat wash over her, lingering between her thighs and making her breasts tingle. There was something strangely familiar about him, the line of his jaw, his brow, but her jumbled thoughts could make no sense of it as she returned his heated gaze.
She swallowed hard as she witnessed the silvery eyes drop to the creamy mounds with their hard tips thrusting against the clinging shift that left little to the imagination. He seemed unable to tear his gaze away from the sight of her breasts, rising and falling with her quickened breathing, the taut tips tightening impossibly harder beneath his molten gaze.
Some wicked part of her urged her to rise slowly from the water, to close the distance between them, and…
She moistened her suddenly dry lips as his eyes locked with hers, an insistent throbbing beginning between her thighs at the wicked images that crossed her mind. A blush crept over her cheeks and chest as she imagined him doing to her what she had witnessed in the hall the night before, his large body pinning hers, his shaft sliding up deep inside of her womanly heat as his mouth closed over her feverish flesh.
A seductive smile curved his lips, as though she had said her wicked thoughts aloud for everyone to hear, and horror washed over her at her wickedness. Her small hands rose to cup her breasts protectively as she swung away from him, presenting him with the curve of her back.
Beth stood but two arms length from her, but Audrey was unable to call out, to warn her of the danger. She was unable to stop herself from gazing over her shoulder, but even before her eyes had found the place where he had stood, she knew he had disappeared as the strange tension that had held her body in his thrall eased.
After the noon prayers Beth and Audrey slowly walked upstream from the waterfall, skirting and climbing over rocks, each carrying a woven basket as they searched for a hardy plant Mother Superior used in her poultices to reduce swelling.
Beth jumped across the stream at a narrow point to allow them to cover more ground, and Audrey seemed to fall further and further behind Beth as she took in the beauty around her. It was like they had passed into a different world, and she felt insignificant as she gazed up at the tall trees that seemed to reach to the heavens, streams of sunlight filtering through their leafy canopies.
She paused to tug up a plant nestled between rocks and deposited it in her basket, and as she was rising, she felt an overwhelming sense she was no longer alone. Dismissing it as wild imaginings, she nevertheless hastened her steps to catch up with Beth who had disappeared around a bend in the stream.
She had only taken two steps when she was dragged back up against a solid wall of muscle, a hand sliding over her mouth.
The basket fell to the ground from nerveless fingers as a large tanned hand splayed over the gentle swell of her belly, drawing her up even firmer against the solid warmth pressing against her back. She struggled wildly, her nails scraping the smooth skin of his forearm as she fought to free herself from his iron grip.
He muttered under his breath as he twisted her in his grip and forced her backwards until she felt the smooth bark of a tree pressing into her back. Her small hands pushed blindly against a broad chest as she sought to free herself, her hood askew.
“I mean you no harm,” he murmured huskily, tugging back her skewed hood as his large body pinned her against the tree, crushing her soft breasts against his chest.
She stilled as her eyes locked with silvery ones, only to begin struggling anew as she felt a thigh pressing between hers, her eyes widening in shock as she felt the pressure against her secret place.
Slowly he removed his palm from her mouth, but before she could scream his lips covered hers firmly, silencing her protests. He tore the hood from her head and tossed it to the ground before his fingers tangled in her silky mane, tilting her face to his as his tongue glided along her lower lip before slipping into the moist depths of her mouth.
Audrey whimpered against his mouth as he deepened the kiss, knowing she should fight him but swiftly losing herself to the heady sensations flooding her. Her lashes fluttered close as he seduced her with drugging kisses, her small hands relaxing against his chest.
Slowly she softened against him as his mouth coaxed hers into soft submission, and the heat of him seemed to scorch her skin through her habit as held her prisoner against the tree, her body throbbing where his muscled thigh pressed against her softness.
She paid scant attention to the feel of his hands bunching in the material at her thighs, of the cool air wafting around her ankles and knees as she drowned in his kisses. She was breathless and needy, lost in the sensual heat he wove around them.
It was only as she felt the heated trail of his fingers up over her hips, dragging up her skirt with them, that some sense of reality began to intrude.
“No,” she whispered as she tore her mouth from his, bruised and swollen from his forceful kisses. But he ignored her protest, his hands slipping up higher beneath her gown, up over her waist.
“I’ve thought of nothing but your delightful breasts since the moment I saw you standing in the stream, of how sweet they would feel filling my hands,” he murmured huskily as he gazed down at her pink stained face.
She trembled as he gently cupped their small weight, moulding them in his warm hands, and her knees all but crumbled beneath the exquisite delicateness of his touch as his caresses gently teased her nipples into hard tips.
She was unable to gaze away from the molten silver eyes that seemed to touch some hidden part of her. “W-what is it you want from me?” she murmured breathlessly, feeling a shameful excitement overtake her as his fingers rolled and plucked the hard buds beneath her gown.
“I want to be inside you,” he murmured, brushing his lips across hers as he pinched her nipples sending a quiver racing through her. She felt unable to control the wetness growing between her thighs as he played with her tender breasts. “To come into your slick heat, feeling it clenching around me as I move deep inside of you. And I know you want it too, little one.”
She moaned softly as a hand slipped down over her belly to cup her mound, discovering her wetness. It was wrong, so wrong, she thought to herself as his fingers parted her lush pink lips to delve in her dewy folds. Yet it felt so right.
“No,” she murmured unconvincingly as he gently stroked her. Her lashes fluttered close as a fire raged between her thighs, her hips arching against his hand, seeking, demanding.
“Your body can’t lie, little one.” His knee eased her quivering thighs further apart as his mouth pressed butterfly kisses over her cheeks and eyes.
Audrey shuddered against the body that held her pinned to the tree, feeling her body drown in sensations unlike anything that she had ever known as he worked his finger inside of her.
“No,” she cried softly, pushing against his wide shoulders as his finger massaged the walls of her slick pussy as his thumb teased her nub.
“Open yourself to me. Let me into your soft heat,” he murmured coaxingly as a finger slipped up inside of her.
“No, please, I-I can’t… I’m soon to be a nun.”
The gentle stroking of her lush pink flesh stilled. “You have never had a man?” he asked softly.
She turned her head, the silky curtain of her hair protecting her from his searching gaze. He caught her chin and gently forced her wide blue eyes to meet his.
The silence stretched out between them as she met his molten gaze, her lips softly parted.
“No.” It was a breathless whisper, yet he heard it. He kissed her softly, tenderly.
His hand gave her one last possessive pat between her thighs before he reluctantly withdrew it from beneath her habit and smoothed the flowing material over her limbs.
“You body cries out for a man between your thighs. In time I will show you that your calling is not to God,” he promised her huskily, gently tucking a chestnut strand behind the pink shell of her ear as he gazed down at her. “Tell me your name, little one.”
She bit her bottom lip. If he went to Father Mathews to ask about her…
The corners of his lips curled at her silence.
“Ah, my beautiful dove will not tell me her name.” A finger trailed down over the curve of her cheek to gently rub her soft lips. “I would know it for the pleasure it brings me as I dream of you, little one. But denying me will not prevent me from finding you again. And when I do, I will have you.” His lips gently brushed hers. “But not here, like this, with your friend so close.”
She trembled as he pressed one last kiss on her before striding away, and she leaned against to the tree, fearful her trembling legs would be unable to support her.
The word “Lukas " floated back to her, tormenting her.
Her first week at St Helen’s passed relatively quickly, and Audrey was thankful of Beth’s mischievous presence that smoothed out the transition. Audrey knew from her inquiring glances on the way back from to the hall that day that her sudden quietness had not gone unnoticed. She was thankful that Beth hadn’t pried, for she did not know how to begin to explain Lukas.
Her face heated every time she thought of him and of what he had done to her, and she was still shaken by how shamefully little resistance she had offered.
She walked slowly to Father Mathew’s chamber, apprehensive at having her weekly confession with the priest. Did she dare lie to him, or confess her wickedness? She had almost convinced herself that Lukas had been a figment of her imagination.
The door was open, and she hesitated in the doorway, her anxious blue eyes flicking over the golden head pored over a scroll.
Unbidden the image of Lukas came to mind… darkly intriguing. She could have moaned aloud at his ability to slip into her thoughts without warning.
Some noise must have given her away, for Father Mathews gazed up, pinning her with his dark grey eyes. Her wickedness must be plain to see as his eyes moved over her intently as he rose from behind his desk.
“Ah, Audrey. Come, close the door behind you.”
She did as he bade and slowly moved further into the chamber, her heart picking up speed.
“You know what we must do at the beginning of each confession?” he queried, moving around to stand before his desk and folding his arms across his chest.
She shook her head in confusion, her wide eyes lifting to his.
“It would be remiss of me not to check your dedication, Audrey.”
Her sweet face paled. Did he somehow suspect that she had allowed a stranger to touch her breasts and between her thighs?
“Come, stand on this footstool for me.”
She followed his gaze to the large square footstool that rested in the centre of the room. Her wide blue eyes returned to his before darting away nervously.
Swallowing hard, she lifted her skirts with trembling fingers and gracefully climbed up onto the wooden surface to face the large oval windows through which the afternoon sunlight filtered. Her guilty mind never questioned his authority over her.
“Raise your habit,” he ordered, and gave Audrey a stern look when she hesitated. “Do not make this more difficult than it needs to be, Audrey. Your old Mother Superior wrote good things about you, and it would dishearten her to learn differently.”
Dropping her gaze, her fingers clasped her skirt and drew her habit to just below her knees.
“Higher.”
Squeezing her eyes shut, she slowly exposed her trembling thighs to his intense gaze.
“Higher, Audrey. Do not make me ask you again.”
She did as he ordered, tugging the skirt up to her waist and exposing the soft chestnut curls at the apex of her thighs, her head lowered.
“Shoulders back…feet touching the edges of the stool. That’s it.”
Audrey held herself still as hands circled her tiny waist before slipping down over her hips to gently caress her soft belly with his thumbs. She bit her lip, feeling strangely weak at his light caresses, her face stained pink. A moan escaped her as his hands moved around to cup her bottom, his strong fingers kneading the soft flesh as his warm breath stirred her curls.
She instinctively clenched her bottom together as Father Mathew spread her cheeks apart, and a shocked cry escaped her at the stinging slap he administered on her unprotected behind.
“Do not disobey me again, Audrey,” he commanded softly.
She nodded quickly, biting her lip as a tremor raced through her.
He smoothed his hands up her inner thighs until they brushed against her lips. Her heart raced as he gently peeled them apart before his dark gaze, feeling faint and hot. Before she could think to protest, his leaned forward and his tongue darted out, tasting her soft pink flesh.
She gave a startled squeak, her fingers clenching in his blonde mane as she fought for balance. He lapped at her dewy folds, his tongue lazily circling her pulsing nub before gently sucking on her.
“F-Father…” she cried in bewilderment at the exquisite pleasure bursting between her thighs, her legs almost giving way beneath her.
Without warning he thrust a finger up inside of her, drawing a husky cry from her. She arched against his mouth as his finger worked up inside of her, stretching her around him.
“Please,” she cried, drowning in the delicious sensations of his tongue stabbing her throbbing nub as his finger swirled inside of her. She was unable to prevent the soft moans escaping her as her young body opened to his caresses, feeling the moisture pool between her thighs. She shuddered against his mouth as her tight walls gripped the gently thrusting finger, her head thrown back. The tension between her thighs wound tighter and tighter, like a cord about to snap.
Her eyes widened in shock as she felt a finger pressing against the puckered entrance nestled between her cheeks.
“No!” she cried. She squirmed away from it, only to find herself impaled on a second finger as it thrust up inside her pussy. Her hips arched as he began to ease the fingers in and out of her as his tongue flicked at her nub, the threat forgotten.
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When she felt a finger probing at her dark entrance, she struggled anew, almost stumbling from the stool, shocked at the intrusiveness of that determined invasion.
He withdrew from her, frowning as he gazed up at her. “You dare refuse your master?” he queried dangerously.
His hands spanned her tiny waist as he lifted her to the ground, and she tried to put some distance between them, but he caught her wrists, dragging her young body up against his.
She was unable to control her trembling as she met the dark grey eyes, knowing eventually that she would be unable to refuse him anything.
He was her Priest, her guide in all things, her connection to God. With every cell in her being she wanted to become a nun, and she would probably do everything he asked of her.
The thought of the dark stranger intruded her thoughts.
Mathew gazed down at her for what seemed an age, noting the dilated eyes, the flushed creamy skin, the unsteady rise and fall of her tiny breasts before he pushed her from him with a show of displeasure and turned his back to her.
“Leave me,” he ordered. He heard her flee, and knew that had she remained he would have taken her maidenhead with one hard thrust as he bent her over his desk. She was damp and lush, not the dry heat of her first time when he had to coax her body into taking his fingers inside her tight pussy.
He had known then that she was an innocent even before he felt her maidenhead, yet it had given him immeasurable pleasure to torment her as he sought physical proof. He was intent on playing more games with his delightful young novice, seducing her into complete submission, molding her to his desires before he fucked her sweet pussy.
Audrey’s chin rested on her hands as she gazed down at the courtyard from her tiny window, watching the play of shadows over the immaculate hedges and small stone statues. She felt restless, a strange ache filling her body as she was tormented by images of Lukas and Father Mathews. Her nipples felt tingly and tight, sensitive to the brush of her shift with her every movement, and she didn’t need to touch herself to feel the dampness between her thighs.
She didn’t know how long she sat gazing off into the darkness, her thoughts a confused jumble, when a slender figure darted across the courtyard, catching her eye. A blonde lock escaped the confines of a voluminous cloak.
Beth.
Audrey barely hesitated before gathering the soft folds of her dark cloak around her white shift and quietly slipping from her room. She didn’t question why she was following the other novice, or where she could be going at this late hour as she silently padded down the stone steps and pushed at the wooden door. She desperately wanted someone to talk to, feeling overwhelmed in her small cell by thoughts of wickedness and depravity.
The night air was crisp and cool, and she pulled the cloak closer around her as she followed her friend. She hastened her steps as Beth darted off to the left, taking a worn path that weaved through a thicket of tall trees that lay on the eastern reaches of the convent grounds.
Audrey felt swallowed up in the darkness as she moved beneath the arch of overhanging branches. Soon Audrey stumbled onto the edges of a ring-shaped clearing, an altar-stone at its heart. Pagan markings etched into the smooth solid stone table glowed in the moonlight, sending a shiver of apprehension through her. She hesitated, pressing herself against smooth bark of a tree as she gazed upon Beth where she stood, her back to Audrey, not ten steps away.
Her lips parted in a silent gasp as the cloak fell from Beth’s shoulders, revealing her voluptuous curves and full bottom to the cool night air, her smooth skin and long blonde hair glowing palely in the moonlight.
Shock held Audrey immobile as she gazed upon the novice, drinking in the sight of her uninhibited body. She didn’t notice the man cross the clearing from the opposite direction until he came to stand before Beth. He made no move to touch her as his possessive gaze roved over her. He stood imposing, intimidating, like a god, black robes flowing over his broad shoulders.
Audrey watched from the side with wide eyes as Father Mathews grabbed Beth by the hair and dragged her to the altar. He bent her over the edge of the table, her arms twisted behind her back and caught in one large palm as he kicked her ankles apart. Beth moaned as he stood behind her, grinding his pelvis against her bottom as he leaned over her to mutter something in her ear. He released his painful grip on her hair to slip it down between their bodies, dragging up his black robe before he gripped her hips with both hands.
Audrey’s breath shuddered from her lungs as he surged against Beth, beginning to thrust against her with long, forceful strokes. Each murmur, each groan, each pounding thrust echoed through Audrey until she felt a hot, burning ache between her empty thighs.
Her eyes were drawn to where their bodies joined, her mouth dry as she gazed upon the thick glistening thick shaft sliding in and out of Beth’s pussy as he pumped into her furiously from behind. Beth strained against him as he shoved himself into her without mercy, his hand sliding up over the curve of her back to tangle in her blonde mane and draw her head back as he bucked against her.
She gazed upon the scene before her, her lips parted, heart pounding, unable to tear her eyes away. She drank in the sight of Beth as she moaned in ecstasy as she writhed and shuddered on the thick shaft impaling her.
Audrey sensed a slight movement in the air around her, but before she could think to move, to react, a huge palm slid over her mouth, muffling her squeak of surprise as a solid wall of muscle pressed against her back.
“I’ve found you, my delightful little voyeur who refuses to tell me her name,” he murmured, his breath stirring the tendrils at her temple. She was enveloped in his warm strength, his clean earthy scent filling her nostrils, and her lashes fluttered close. The breath caught in her throat as a hand delved beneath the folds of her cloak, sliding up over her ribcage.
A strange weakness flooded her as his hand closed over a soft mound with its taut tip. She arched against him as he rolled and pinched it between his long fingers through the thin cloth, feeling it harden impossibly further as she moaned against the hand covering her mouth.
“Are you wet, little one?”
She whimpered as his hand uncovered her mouth to trail down over her neck and the valley between her breasts, down over her belly to cup her mound through the thin cloth of her shift.
His fingers gently rubbed her dampness through the cloth, drawing soft moans from her as she softened against him. His masculine heat scorched her through the thin layers that separated them.
“Oh, yes,” he groaned as he stroked her like a delicate harp. “Do you enjoy the sight of him pleasuring himself inside of her, wishing it was your pussy feeling a thick shaft sliding up inside its welcoming heat?”
Her lashes flickered open, her dark blue eyes drawn to the pagan altar, and the rutting couple upon it. She moaned in acquiescence as his mouth closed over the soft skin over her neck. His fingers tangled in the ribbon ties of her bodice, dragging the folds apart to expose the gentle swell of one creamy breast with its taut rosy tip to the cool midnight air.
Her eyes focused on the sight of Beth moving to kneel between Father Mathews’s spread thighs where he lay on the long stone table. Her small hands gripped his shaft as her blonde head bobbed down on its imposing length with luscious enjoyment, her wide mouth working up and down on him.
“W-who are you?” Audrey whispered, a tremor racing through her as his fingers closed over her bare breast.
He caressed her tiny mound as she leaned against him for support, arrows of ecstasy shooting down to the place where his other hand was gently coaxing her yearning body into melting submission.
“Anything you want me to be,” he breathed against her damp skin, sending a shiver racing through her.
Audrey quivered as she felt his fingers stroking between her thighs slid, down the length of it to curl around the hem of her shift. She was unable to take her eyes from the glorious sight of the wanton Beth moving to sit astride Father Mathew’s hips and slowly sinking down until she rested fully on him.
The breath shuddered from Audrey’s lungs as his palm slid up her inner thigh, teasing her soft quivering flesh until she ached to feel his caresses at the hot, melting core of her.
“Please, I want…”
Her legs almost gave way as fingers deftly parted her lush pink folds and slid along the dewy valley. She whimpered as he found the firm, pink nub nestled in the swollen, glistening flesh, coaxing soft cries from her as he tormented her with growing intensity.
She was unable to control the fire raging out of control between her thighs, licking at her melting flesh, consuming her innocent body until there was no thought of denying this man what he willed.
His hand on her breast and between her slippery thighs made her mindless with pleasure as she writhed on the fingers stroking her, her wide blue eyes fixed on the sight of Beth as she rode the man beneath her, her head flung back, her heavy breasts jiggling.
“Touch me.” His warm breath tickled Audrey’s ear as his fingers drew her small hand between their bodies to press against the thick hard pulsing length of him through his breeches.
Her fingers traced the hard ridge of him, sliding up to delicately explore the thick blunt velvet tip of him bursting over the top of his breeches, feeling the drop of moisture, smoothing it into his skin experimentally, before sliding back down the thick heavy shaft.
He groaned as her fingers closed firmly around him and boldly squeezed.
A whimper escaped her as his finger probed her dewy gate, slipping up inside her snug pussy.
“I need to be inside you, little one,” he murmured huskily as his finger massaged her slick walls, and she arched against him as a thumb brushed over her nub.
“No,” she protested weakly, a sense of reality came rushing back at what she was doing, of what she was allowing him to do as he pushed against her bottom. “I-I can’t–”
He groaned as his fingers explored the thin stretch of skin deep in inside of her. “Do not deny me this, little one,” he murmured against her ear as his hand guided his heavy shaft between her silky thighs. “Your body cries out for mine.”
She moaned softly as she felt the glistening velvety tip of him sliding in her dewy folds, rubbing her nub, before moving down to probe her melting entrance.
“I can’t,” she cried tremulously, tears filling her eyes as her body ached for the feel of his thick shaft sliding up inside of her tight pussy. She squirmed deliciously against him as he prodded her slick entrance, her body’s urges warring with her natural reserve. “I-I have to remain a virgin. I must become a nun.”
“If there was a way, little one, to leave you maidenhead intact, would you let me come inside you?” His fingers gently stroked her pink nub until she was writhing on the blunt head of his shaft.
She was unable to take her eyes from the sight of Beth straddling Father Mathews, his hands on her drawing her down to him as his mouth latched onto a swaying breast.
She nodded bewilderedly, wanting to feel him between her thighs with every fiber of her being, but knowing it was impossible.
He saw her nod, and it was enough. He drove his hips forward with a triumphant groan.
She squeaked as she felt her innocent flesh forced to spread around the spearing head as he pushed against her, and she tried to shift her helpless body away from him, but his fingers splayed low over her belly, holding her firm as he slid deeper up inside of her.
“Relax, there will be no pain, I promise you.”
Her small hands grasped the tree before her for support her. She had experienced anything as exquisite as the burning sensation of him sliding up inside of her tight pussy walls, forcing them to stretch around the huge thickness slowly filling her.
She whimpered as the head of his shaft came to press threateningly against the resistance of her maidenhead, and even as her body cried out to be filled by him, her mind fought for control. “No,” she protested feebly, a tear sliding down her cheek as a shudder ran through her.
“Trust me, little one. Open to me.”
He groaned against her ear as he slowly eased himself out of her before sliding back inside of her. His hands gripped her hips to prevent her writhing on him as he gently thrust into her with short, controlled strokes.
He kept his body under fierce control as her snug pussy squeezed the head of his shaft exquisitely as he gently rocked inside of her, careful not to breach the thin barrier that loomed against the head of his shaft with each stroke.
The sharp contrast of his head sheathed in her slick heat and the rest of his member experiencing the cool midnight air was almost unbearable. Every cell in his body urged him to drive himself into her to the hilt, tearing through her maidenhead, to possess her fully with his cock. He knew the wrath of his brother would be brutal if he discovered he had tasted her warm heat, yet he could not deny her effect on him. He was drawn to her unwillingly. He knew the twisted games his brother played with the nuns at the convent, and his chest tightened at the thought of her glorious innocence and breathtaking sensuality being corrupted by Mathew.
Audrey was powerless to fight the sensations he wrought in her as he forced his shaft into her slick tightness. She knew this was wicked, that she should stop him, but she was lost to the waves of sensation overwhelming her, sucking her into a spiralling darkness until she was incoherent of all thought. Her innocent body squirmed on the hard length of him, melting around the exquisite friction of him sliding up inside of her.
Her eyes were locked on the sight of Beth rolling beneath Father Mathews, his weight on his shoulders, his cheeks clenching as he worked himself between her splayed thighs.
“Don’t…move,” Lukas groaned against her ear as her delicious wiggling almost cracked his tight control. He stilled his thick length inside of her as his hand slid down over the gentle swell of her belly into the thatch of soft curls.
She moaned as his fingers found her, stroked and tormented her until she could fight the sensations no longer, waves of pleasure washing over her as she shuddered on the blunt head of his shaft. Her tight walls squeezed the tip of him as she clenched and unclenched around him as she pulsed with ecstasy, her head thrown back against his shoulder, her whole body arching as she exploded around him.
Her soft cries where like kisses to his ears as she climaxed sweetly around him, and it took all of his willpower not to ram into her like an animal, plowing her belly until he burst inside of her, filling her with his seed.
He drew out of her and stumbled back, taking deep laborious breaths as he fought for control. He squeezed his eyes shut to block out the delicious sight of her, but the scent of her drove him wild.
“Go,” he ground out harshly, trying to ignore his tight heavy shaft pulsing with need. “Go now, before I can no longer resist the lure of your sweet body and take what it is you seek to deny me.”
Only when he could no longer hear the crunch of leaves beneath her feet did his hand grip his shaft, jerking on its straining length until climax shook his arching body, his seed coating the earth at his feet.
Lukas shuddered in his hand, his thoughts full of the wanton innocent he had let escape him.
He knew then that he would stop at nothing to have her. He had turned a blind eye to his brother’s ways, feeling guilt over being the first born, inheriting their fathers’ estates and titles, and his brother nothing. Yet he would not allow his brother this.
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Audrey raced along the leafy path toward the safety of the convent, her way lit by thin fingers of moonlight. Her shift fluttered against her thighs as she ran, her trembling fingers clutching the torn edges of her bodice together. She felt breathless, her skin dewy and hot, pulses of tingling heat curling through her belly.
She knew he was back there, intensely masculine, terrifyingly seductive. All she had to do was turn around, to surrender herself to the madness he so easily evoked inside of her.
And destroy any chance she had of becoming a nun.
Even now Lukas’s words still echoed in her head. “Go now, before I take what it is you seek to deny me.”
She gave a soft cry as she stumbled and fell to her hands and knees on the uneven path, her ankle screaming in protest. She sat back on her heels and brushed her long chestnut mane back from her face as she drew gulps of air into her lungs.
She gave a squeak of horror as long fingers wrapped around her upper arm and dragged her awkwardly to her feet.
She gazed up, unaware of how her exposed breasts with their tender rosy tips glowed in the moonlight as she focused on the shadowy features of Mother Superior.
“Novice,” Mother said coldly in greeting. “How is it that I find you in a state of dishabille,” Audrey winced as Mother’s long fingers flicked her tight nipples painfully. “After curfew?”
Audrey hastily drew the folds of her bodice together, flustered at being caught and unsure how to begin to confess the multitude of her sins.
Even now, her body still throbbed where Lukas’s fingers had stroked her lush folds until she melted, the feel of him as he probed against her tiny entrance, sliding that shocking thick male part up inside of her and stretching her uncomfortably until he came to rest against the evidence of her chastity. Audrey shuddered, a guilty flush staining her cheeks as she gazed up into the shadowed eyes of Mother. “I-”
“Save your lies, Novice. Father will no doubt wish to see you after prayers tomorrow morning.”
Audrey barely held back a moan of horror. She would be forced to confess her wickedness to Father Matthews, and the mere thought of it scared her rigid. Would he discipline her? Would he lock her up? Would she be banished from the convent?
Audrey had known no other life than that within the confines of the convent. She had been raised by nuns who had cherished and loved her, and it was her sole wish to become a nun too so that she follow in their footsteps and help raise orphaned or unwanted children like herself.
It was only her old Mother Superior’s belief that Audrey would in time come to desire a husband and children of her own that led her to refuse Audrey’s wish to take her vows like the other novices. Eventually Mother had agreed that upon Audrey fulfilling a full year as a Novice at the convent at St Helen’s, if Audrey still wished to become a nun, she could do so with Mother‘s full blessing.
Audrey had arrived at St Helen’s a little over a sennight ago, and found herself struggling to cope with the many differences from the convent in which she had been raised. In many ways St Helen’s was freer, without the rigid codes of dress and conduct expected by the elderly Father at St Agatha’s. However, St Helen’s was in other ways stricter and more demanding on the person. At St Agatha’s, the body was viewed as a mere vessel, its functions to be tolerated and ignored. Yet at St Helen’s, Audrey had found that shame of the human form was discouraged while purity was carefully monitored.
Audrey had never felt so conflicted as she did in those moments when she had witnessed Father Matthews towering over Beth as she lay on the pagan stone altar in the forest clearing, his hard straining flesh thrusting between her quivering buttocks as Beth moaned and writhed beneath him.
She had been warned all her life against the sins of the flesh, of the depravity and wickedness that would result. Yet how was she to resolve this with what she had seen Father Matthews do the other young Novice?
As she was marched back to her cell by Mother Superior, Audrey realised that before coming to St Helen’s she had led a life sheltered from the sins and temptations of the flesh. She now wondered if she would ever be free of this yearning to have her young body caressed and to feel the hard press of male flesh between her melting thighs, and feared that her faith would be tested deeply in the coming year.
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The kitchen was silent as Beth and Audrey washed the dishes after the breaking of fast the following morning. Audrey had not breathed a word to her friend of the intimate acts she had witnessed in the forest, and Audrey hated herself for the deception.
Audrey dried and put away the dishes as Beth washed, and together they wiped down the benches and put the chairs to rights. Audrey couldn’t prevent herself from yawning, feeling immensely tired and weary. She had been unable to sleep, her mind in a turmoil of guilt and discovery. The mere thought of what she had done, of what she had seen, had filled her body with a restless yearning that kept her on edge and needing, wanting, something more.
Had this been what lay behind her old Mother Superior’s refusal to allow Audrey to take her vows and finally become a nun? Had she wanted Audrey to discover the exquisite pleasure of a man’s touch before she finally chose to live her life in the convent, one of chastity, poverty and duty?
Father Matthews had told her upon her arrival at St. Helen’s that their ways were different. Had her old Mother known of this before sending Audrey to St. Helen’s, and intended perhaps for Father Matthews to take the same liberties with Audrey as he did with Beth?
Audrey was dragged from her whirling thoughts as Beth placed a hand over hers.
“Do not torment yourself so, Audrey. I know.”
“Y-you do?” Audrey gasped, blushing madly.
Beth merely smiled, looking suddenly older than her nineteen years. “I had hoped that you would follow me. I wanted you to see for yourself what it was like, to not feel frightened when your time comes. Father Matthews treats us all as his own.”
Audrey trembled, her lashes lowering as she remembered the feel of Lukas moving inside of her, of the exquisite pleasure he had coaxed from her innocent body. Yet at the same time she had felt a burning uncomfortableness, as though he were tearing her apart.
Would it be the same with Father Matthews? Oh, god, the mere thought of it sent a bewildering quiver between her thighs.
“B-but isn’t it wicked for a nun to lose her chastity and fornicate with a man?”
“There is no wickedness, Audrey,” Beth assured her. “Father Matthews vowed before God to love, cherish and educate the nuns and novices under his care, and he does so with the full assent of the Lord.”
“Oh,” Audrey murmured, chewing on her bottom lip.
Beth brushed back a stray chestnut tendril from Audrey’s eyes. “Let Father Matthews love you, Audrey, as only a priest can. As all of us at St. Helen’s do.”
Audrey was unprepared when Beth leaned forward, gently kissing the corner of her mouth. Audrey blinked, startled.
“We are all friends here, Audrey,” Beth murmured, giving Audrey‘s hand a squeeze. “I want you to know that you can ask anything of me. Anything.”
Audrey gazed into Beth’s earnest eyes, indecision warring within her.
“Beth, I-” Audrey hesitated, blushing, wanting to confide in her friend, yet she struggled to find the words to express the confusion and uncertainty that plagued her.
The girls jumped apart as Mother Superior strode into the kitchen. Stern blue eyes swept over the clean benches and empty sink before narrowing on Audrey. “Father Matthews will see you now, novice.”
Audrey hesitated before the closed door to Father Matthews’s chamber and took a deep breath, trying to calm the churning in her belly.
Throughout prayers she had been plagued with memories of the wicked ways in which Lukas had touched and caressed her, making her face burn until she thought the other nun’s could not help but notice her guilt. All the while she had been deeply conscious of the exquisite ache between her thighs where he had stretched her around him as he speared her with his hardness.
She could barely hold back a moan of shame as her nipples tightened into painfully hard buds beneath her habit. She was truly wicked! What would Father Matthews do to her once she confessed?
With trembling fingers she knocked softly against the door, all the while praying for God’s guidance.
“Come in,” a masculine voice commanded, and she opened the door with dread.
Father Matthews stood facing the large arch windows with his back to her, the morning sun turning his dark blonde mane to a rich gold.
He turned, and the breath caught in her throat as steely grey eyes pinned her where she stood.
“As you are no doubt aware, Mother Superior informed me of your nocturnal activities.”
His kept his gaze locked with hers as he moved toward her, and she swallowed hard.
“Yes, Father,” she murmured, feeling as though her every lewd thought was clear to his all-seeing gaze.
“Out of concern for you she carried out an inspection of your cell while you were at prayers.” He stopped before her, so close that the tips of her breasts nearly brushed his chest, and the proximity forced her to lift her face to gaze up at him.
She watched with wide, dark blue eyes as his hand reached up and caught a stray silky chestnut strand and rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger.
“She was shocked to discover lice in your pallet. No doubt a result of your late night frolics in the forest.”
Audrey’s soft lips parted in shock. “Lice,” she breathed, unable to gaze away from the penetrating grey eyes. She had overheard some of the elderly farmhands at St Agatha’s complaining of the malady, and the itchiness it seemed to cause, yet it was not something Audrey or any of the other nun’s at her old convent had ever suffered from.
“Yes, Audrey. Lice.” He gently tucked the strand behind her ear, and she shivered slightly at the brush of his fingers against her sensitive skin. “The solution, while bothersome, is a simple one.”
“It is?” she questioned hopefully, chewing worriedly on her bottom lip.
“Mother Superior has already brought to me the items I need to eradicate this pest from your person before it spreads to other members of the convent.”
“Oh,” Audrey murmured, gazing uncertainly at the items resting on a small stool by the desk that he indicated to with a sweep of his hand. A bowl of water, towelling, and a broad, flat blade rested on beside a small pretty pottery bowl containing a substance that looked like thickened cream.
Her fingers reached up to capture a soft, silky chestnut tendril. Her mane, falling in soft waves to just below her hips, was her single vanity. Vanity, she knew, was a sin, and something her old Mother Superior had despaired of Audrey every overcoming.
She knew that upon taking her vows as a nun that her hair would be shorn, but the eventuality had seemed a far time off. She gazed up at Father Matthews unhappily, but was accepting of her fate. If she were truly to become a proper nun, she knew she would have to suffer her punishments without bemoaning the consequences.
So Audrey was shocked when Father Matthews ordered her to remove her habit. At her hesitation, he pinned her with those all-seeing eyes. “You seek to disobey me, Audrey?” She quickly shook her head. “Then remove your habit.”
Under Father’s watchful gaze she fumbled with the buttons at her neck and slipped the white heavy gown from her shoulders. The habit pooled at her feet, and she stood there, head lowered, arm at her sides. She was unaware of how the thin shift she wore clung to the tiny thrust of her breasts with their taut rosy crowns, and did little to hide the triangular shadow between her thighs.
“Come, I want you here.” He motioned to the large mahogany desk that dominated the chamber, its bare surface polished to a gleam. She took one, then two hesitant steps towards the desk, and gasped when his hands captured her tiny waist from behind. He lifted and turned her so that she sat with her bottom on the edge of the desk. She shivered at the feel of his warm hands burning through the fine shift to the bare skin beneath, in stark contrast to the coolness beneath her bottom.
As he touched her, she couldn’t block the image of him, his large muscular form bent over Beth as she lay on the stone altar. Of his hand fisted in her mane as he thrust himself against the young novice’s quivering buttocks. Audrey felt her heart begin to race.
Without warning Father Matthews gripped her knees and tugged her unresisting thighs apart and eased himself into the gap. She squeezed her eyes shut as he slowly removed the pins from her hair, so that it tumbled down her back in a mass of silky curls.
She didn’t know where to look as his fingers lazily undid the ribbons of her bodice and drew the thin straps down over her shoulders until the tiny thrust of her breasts with their rosy tips were exposed to his steely gaze.
Her lashes fluttered close as his thumbs brushed across her tender nipples, before pressure on her shoulders forced her onto her back on the table.
She whimpered as she felt his hands drawing up the hem of her shift and the cool air swirl over the heated flesh of her secret place. She knew she should be used to him touching her there, yet each time she quivered, her body yearning for something more.
Audrey watched with wary blue eyes as he scooped up the soapy substance, and flinched at the coolness as he gently smoothed it over the triangle of chestnut down between her spread thighs.
“F-Father,” she gasped in confusion, struggling up onto her elbows as his impersonal fingers massaged her there, feeling a heady pulse begin between her thighs. “I don‘t think-”
“Quiet, Audrey,” he murmured as his hand splayed between her breasts pushed her until she was forced to lay back down on the desk. “I must attend to the breeding grounds of the lice, and it requires all my attention.”
“Oh,” she whispered, relief warring with shock as she realised he intended to remove the thatch of hair in her secret place, and not her mane.
She gazed up at the ceiling as his fingers covered every inch of her mound as he spread the cream over her, drawing soft whimpers from her as he stroked and tugged on her soft lips. Her breathing became hectic, her breasts rising and falling as he fingers touched her with a surprising gentleness.
A murmur of protest escaped her when the fingers stopped their magic. Her midnight blue eyes flickered open warily, only to discover Father Matthews kneeling between her spread thighs.
She shuddered as his hands forced her knees painfully wider. She felt breathless and weak, and prayed fervently that he didn’t notice the wicked dampness seeping between her thighs.
“Do not move from this position, Audrey, otherwise I’ll cut you.”
She steeled herself for the press of the blade against her there, and her lashes flickered as she felt its cool scrape against her skin.
She felt as though every atom of her being was intimately connected with each stroke of the blade as he slowly removed the protective thatch of chestnut curls from her mound.
It felt as though days had passed as she lay there in unending torment, biting her lip to prevent whimpers from escaping her as fingers glided along her pink valley to grip a pouting lip, or peeled her pouting lips wide apart, allowing the cool air on her heated, damp flesh as he worked.
Her nub throbbed, and she felt depraved and wicked as the wanton heat between her thighs grew to the point of unbearableness. Relief washed through her when he dampened a cloth and gently wiped her between her parted thighs, catching up every last drop of soap.
The relief was short lived when the cloth slipped between her lush lips to stroke along the pink valley, lazily circling the needy nub hidden in their depths. She arched, her eyes flying to his, and her face flamed as she realised he had been watching her expressive face intently.
She was unable to gaze away as his finger, draped in the damp cloth, pressed against her entrance. She winced slightly, still sore from Lukas’s trespass, and his steely gaze dropped to her secret place, and a frown creased his forehead.
“You are chafed here,” he murmured, his fingers skimming down between her slick valley to probe the gate of her pussy. She squirmed as his finger pinched her plump lips and drew them wide apart as he inspected her without her soft triangle of curls to protect her.
“Have you touched yourself, Audrey?” he demanded, gazing upon her intimate pink flesh intently. Audrey froze, hating the blush staining her cheeks as the steely grey eyes lifted to hers, an imperious eyebrow raised.
She turned her face away from him, but he rose between her thighs, catching her jaw between his fingers and forcing her to look up at him. “Or did someone pleasure you, Audrey?”
She flinched guiltily, and his eyes narrowed. When she didn’t, couldn’t reply, he gazed down at her for what seemed like hours.
“Your loyalty to the sisters is to be commended, Audrey,” he bit out. “But I demand your complete obedience. Now answer me, did one of the nun’s touch you here?”
She whimpered as she felt his finger press against her gate, slipping up inside of her. She arched slightly as his finger delved deeper, searching, until he finally discovered the thin barrier of her maidenhead. She squirmed, wanting to close her legs, to hide her face from this humiliation but his fingers held her face immobile as he stroked his finger in her pussy. Yet at the same time she squeezed the invading digit, her young body’s resistance melting under the exquisite torment of Father Matthew’s finger caressing her tight walls.
As if aware of her body’s betrayal, he forced two more fingers into her tight pussy, and she whimpered breathlessly.
“You have one last opportunity, Audrey,” he commanded as a thumb pressed down on her throbbing nub, sending a shudder racing through her. “Tell me.”
She couldn’t speak as his fingers worked inside of her, lost to the sensations between her thighs. Helpless moans escaped her as his knowing fingers quickly drove her toward her peak, thrusting without mercy in her straining channel.
“Tell me,” he demanded coldly. She moaned, unable to speak, quivering on the edge of release, her hands clenched into fists at her side, her breasts flushed with desire.
She gasped in distress as he brutally withdrew his fingers from between her thighs and gripped her upper arms, dragging her up into a sitting position.
Her lips parted, yet before she could utter a protest his mouth closed over hers in a punishing kiss. It was brutal, dominating, without mercy. Her senses swam as his mouth moved over hers, her fingers clinging to his gown as she helplessly drowned in the searing kiss, so different from the coaxing kisses Lukas had stolen from her.
He tore his mouth from hers, gazing down at her trembling lips. “Then you will be punished until you tell me the name of the person who touched you.”
She had been schooled from birth to obey the dictates of the priest and nuns, yet his reaction to discovering her wickedness both shocked and frightened her. What would Father Matthews do to her when he discovered that it was a man, and not a nun, that had touched her?
As he left her to walk around the desk and pull open a draw, she hastily pushed down her hem and fumbled at the ribbons of her bodice with trembling fingers.
He came back to her, ignoring the tears trembling on her lashes and ordered her to “Stand up.”
She weakly slid her bottom off the desk and stood before him, gazing up at him with fearful eyes.
The kitchen was silent as Beth and Audrey washed the dishes after the breaking of fast the following morning. Audrey had not breathed a word to her friend of the intimate acts she had witnessed in the forest, and Audrey hated herself for the deception.
Audrey dried and put away the dishes as Beth washed, and together they wiped down the benches and put the chairs to rights. Audrey couldn’t prevent herself from yawning, feeling immensely tired and weary. She had been unable to sleep, her mind in a turmoil of guilt and discovery. The mere thought of what she had done, of what she had seen, had filled her body with a restless yearning that kept her on edge and needing, wanting, something more.
Had this been what lay behind her old Mother Superior’s refusal to allow Audrey to take her vows and finally become a nun? Had she wanted Audrey to discover the exquisite pleasure of a man’s touch before she finally chose to live her life in the convent, one of chastity, poverty and duty?
Father Matthews had told her upon her arrival at St. Helen’s that their ways were different. Had her old Mother known of this before sending Audrey to St. Helen’s, and intended perhaps for Father Matthews to take the same liberties with Audrey as he did with Beth?
Audrey was dragged from her whirling thoughts as Beth placed a hand over hers.
“Do not torment yourself so, Audrey. I know.”
“Y-you do?” Audrey gasped, blushing madly.
Beth merely smiled, looking suddenly older than her nineteen years. “I had hoped that you would follow me. I wanted you to see for yourself what it was like, to not feel frightened when your time comes. Father Matthews treats us all as his own.”
Audrey trembled, her lashes lowering as she remembered the feel of Lukas moving inside of her, of the exquisite pleasure he had coaxed from her innocent body. Yet at the same time she had felt a burning uncomfortableness, as though he were tearing her apart.
Would it be the same with Father Matthews? Oh, god, the mere thought of it sent a bewildering quiver between her thighs.
“B-but isn’t it wicked for a nun to lose her chastity and fornicate with a man?”
“There is no wickedness, Audrey,” Beth assured her. “Father Matthews vowed before God to love, cherish and educate the nuns and novices under his care, and he does so with the full assent of the Lord.”
“Oh,” Audrey murmured, chewing on her bottom lip.
Beth brushed back a stray chestnut tendril from Audrey’s eyes. “Let Father Matthews love you, Audrey, as only a priest can. As all of us at St. Helen’s do.”
Audrey was unprepared when Beth leaned forward, gently kissing the corner of her mouth. Audrey blinked, startled.
“We are all friends here, Audrey,” Beth murmured, giving Audrey‘s hand a squeeze. “I want you to know that you can ask anything of me. Anything.”
Audrey gazed into Beth’s earnest eyes, indecision warring within her.
“Beth, I-” Audrey hesitated, blushing, wanting to confide in her friend, yet she struggled to find the words to express the confusion and uncertainty that plagued her.
The girls jumped apart as Mother Superior strode into the kitchen. Stern blue eyes swept over the clean benches and empty sink before narrowing on Audrey. “Father Matthews will see you now, novice.”
Audrey hesitated before the closed door to Father Matthews’s chamber and took a deep breath, trying to calm the churning in her belly.
Throughout prayers she had been plagued with memories of the wicked ways in which Lukas had touched and caressed her, making her face burn until she thought the other nun’s could not help but notice her guilt. All the while she had been deeply conscious of the exquisite ache between her thighs where he had stretched her around him as he speared her with his hardness.
She could barely hold back a moan of shame as her nipples tightened into painfully hard buds beneath her habit. She was truly wicked! What would Father Matthews do to her once she confessed?
With trembling fingers she knocked softly against the door, all the while praying for God’s guidance.
“Come in,” a masculine voice commanded, and she opened the door with dread.
Father Matthews stood facing the large arch windows with his back to her, the morning sun turning his dark blonde mane to a rich gold.
He turned, and the breath caught in her throat as steely grey eyes pinned her where she stood.
“As you are no doubt aware, Mother Superior informed me of your nocturnal activities.”
His kept his gaze locked with hers as he moved toward her, and she swallowed hard.
“Yes, Father,” she murmured, feeling as though her every lewd thought was clear to his all-seeing gaze.
“Out of concern for you she carried out an inspection of your cell while you were at prayers.” He stopped before her, so close that the tips of her breasts nearly brushed his chest, and the proximity forced her to lift her face to gaze up at him.
She watched with wide, dark blue eyes as his hand reached up and caught a stray silky chestnut strand and rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger.
“She was shocked to discover lice in your pallet. No doubt a result of your late night frolics in the forest.”
Audrey’s soft lips parted in shock. “Lice,” she breathed, unable to gaze away from the penetrating grey eyes. She had overheard some of the elderly farmhands at St Agatha’s complaining of the malady, and the itchiness it seemed to cause, yet it was not something Audrey or any of the other nun’s at her old convent had ever suffered from.
“Yes, Audrey. Lice.” He gently tucked the strand behind her ear, and she shivered slightly at the brush of his fingers against her sensitive skin. “The solution, while bothersome, is a simple one.”
“It is?” she questioned hopefully, chewing worriedly on her bottom lip.
“Mother Superior has already brought to me the items I need to eradicate this pest from your person before it spreads to other members of the convent.”
“Oh,” Audrey murmured, gazing uncertainly at the items resting on a small stool by the desk that he indicated to with a sweep of his hand. A bowl of water, towelling, and a broad, flat blade rested on beside a small pretty pottery bowl containing a substance that looked like thickened cream.
Her fingers reached up to capture a soft, silky chestnut tendril. Her mane, falling in soft waves to just below her hips, was her single vanity. Vanity, she knew, was a sin, and something her old Mother Superior had despaired of Audrey every overcoming.
She knew that upon taking her vows as a nun that her hair would be shorn, but the eventuality had seemed a far time off. She gazed up at Father Matthews unhappily, but was accepting of her fate. If she were truly to become a proper nun, she knew she would have to suffer her punishments without bemoaning the consequences.
So Audrey was shocked when Father Matthews ordered her to remove her habit. At her hesitation, he pinned her with those all-seeing eyes. “You seek to disobey me, Audrey?” She quickly shook her head. “Then remove your habit.”
Under Father’s watchful gaze she fumbled with the buttons at her neck and slipped the white heavy gown from her shoulders. The habit pooled at her feet, and she stood there, head lowered, arm at her sides. She was unaware of how the thin shift she wore clung to the tiny thrust of her breasts with their taut rosy crowns, and did little to hide the triangular shadow between her thighs.
“Come, I want you here.” He motioned to the large mahogany desk that dominated the chamber, its bare surface polished to a gleam. She took one, then two hesitant steps towards the desk, and gasped when his hands captured her tiny waist from behind. He lifted and turned her so that she sat with her bottom on the edge of the desk. She shivered at the feel of his warm hands burning through the fine shift to the bare skin beneath, in stark contrast to the coolness beneath her bottom.
As he touched her, she couldn’t block the image of him, his large muscular form bent over Beth as she lay on the stone altar. Of his hand fisted in her mane as he thrust himself against the young novice’s quivering buttocks. Audrey felt her heart begin to race.
Without warning Father Matthews gripped her knees and tugged her unresisting thighs apart and eased himself into the gap. She squeezed her eyes shut as he slowly removed the pins from her hair, so that it tumbled down her back in a mass of silky curls.
She didn’t know where to look as his fingers lazily undid the ribbons of her bodice and drew the thin straps down over her shoulders until the tiny thrust of her breasts with their rosy tips were exposed to his steely gaze.
Her lashes fluttered close as his thumbs brushed across her tender nipples, before pressure on her shoulders forced her onto her back on the table.
She whimpered as she felt his hands drawing up the hem of her shift and the cool air swirl over the heated flesh of her secret place. She knew she should be used to him touching her there, yet each time she quivered, her body yearning for something more.
Audrey watched with wary blue eyes as he scooped up the soapy substance, and flinched at the coolness as he gently smoothed it over the triangle of chestnut down between her spread thighs.
“F-Father,” she gasped in confusion, struggling up onto her elbows as his impersonal fingers massaged her there, feeling a heady pulse begin between her thighs. “I don‘t think-”
“Quiet, Audrey,” he murmured as his hand splayed between her breasts pushed her until she was forced to lay back down on the desk. “I must attend to the breeding grounds of the lice, and it requires all my attention.”
“Oh,” she whispered, relief warring with shock as she realised he intended to remove the thatch of hair in her secret place, and not her mane.
She gazed up at the ceiling as his fingers covered every inch of her mound as he spread the cream over her, drawing soft whimpers from her as he stroked and tugged on her soft lips. Her breathing became hectic, her breasts rising and falling as he fingers touched her with a surprising gentleness.
A murmur of protest escaped her when the fingers stopped their magic. Her midnight blue eyes flickered open warily, only to discover Father Matthews kneeling between her spread thighs.
She shuddered as his hands forced her knees painfully wider. She felt breathless and weak, and prayed fervently that he didn’t notice the wicked dampness seeping between her thighs.
“Do not move from this position, Audrey, otherwise I’ll cut you.”
She steeled herself for the press of the blade against her there, and her lashes flickered as she felt its cool scrape against her skin.
She felt as though every atom of her being was intimately connected with each stroke of the blade as he slowly removed the protective thatch of chestnut curls from her mound.
It felt as though days had passed as she lay there in unending torment, biting her lip to prevent whimpers from escaping her as fingers glided along her pink valley to grip a pouting lip, or peeled her pouting lips wide apart, allowing the cool air on her heated, damp flesh as he worked.
Her nub throbbed, and she felt depraved and wicked as the wanton heat between her thighs grew to the point of unbearableness. Relief washed through her when he dampened a cloth and gently wiped her between her parted thighs, catching up every last drop of soap.
The relief was short lived when the cloth slipped between her lush lips to stroke along the pink valley, lazily circling the needy nub hidden in their depths. She arched, her eyes flying to his, and her face flamed as she realised he had been watching her expressive face intently.
She was unable to gaze away as his finger, draped in the damp cloth, pressed against her entrance. She winced slightly, still sore from Lukas’s trespass, and his steely gaze dropped to her secret place, and a frown creased his forehead.
“You are chafed here,” he murmured, his fingers skimming down between her slick valley to probe the gate of her pussy. She squirmed as his finger pinched her plump lips and drew them wide apart as he inspected her without her soft triangle of curls to protect her.
“Have you touched yourself, Audrey?” he demanded, gazing upon her intimate pink flesh intently. Audrey froze, hating the blush staining her cheeks as the steely grey eyes lifted to hers, an imperious eyebrow raised.
She turned her face away from him, but he rose between her thighs, catching her jaw between his fingers and forcing her to look up at him. “Or did someone pleasure you, Audrey?”
She flinched guiltily, and his eyes narrowed. When she didn’t, couldn’t reply, he gazed down at her for what seemed like hours.
“Your loyalty to the sisters is to be commended, Audrey,” he bit out. “But I demand your complete obedience. Now answer me, did one of the nun’s touch you here?”
She whimpered as she felt his finger press against her gate, slipping up inside of her. She arched slightly as his finger delved deeper, searching, until he finally discovered the thin barrier of her maidenhead. She squirmed, wanting to close her legs, to hide her face from this humiliation but his fingers held her face immobile as he stroked his finger in her pussy. Yet at the same time she squeezed the invading digit, her young body’s resistance melting under the exquisite torment of Father Matthew’s finger caressing her tight walls.
As if aware of her body’s betrayal, he forced two more fingers into her tight pussy, and she whimpered breathlessly.
“You have one last opportunity, Audrey,” he commanded as a thumb pressed down on her throbbing nub, sending a shudder racing through her. “Tell me.”
She couldn’t speak as his fingers worked inside of her, lost to the sensations between her thighs. Helpless moans escaped her as his knowing fingers quickly drove her toward her peak, thrusting without mercy in her straining channel.
“Tell me,” he demanded coldly. She moaned, unable to speak, quivering on the edge of release, her hands clenched into fists at her side, her breasts flushed with desire.
She gasped in distress as he brutally withdrew his fingers from between her thighs and gripped her upper arms, dragging her up into a sitting position.
Her lips parted, yet before she could utter a protest his mouth closed over hers in a punishing kiss. It was brutal, dominating, without mercy. Her senses swam as his mouth moved over hers, her fingers clinging to his gown as she helplessly drowned in the searing kiss, so different from the coaxing kisses Lukas had stolen from her.
He tore his mouth from hers, gazing down at her trembling lips. “Then you will be punished until you tell me the name of the person who touched you.”
She had been schooled from birth to obey the dictates of the priest and nuns, yet his reaction to discovering her wickedness both shocked and frightened her. What would Father Matthews do to her when he discovered that it was a man, and not a nun, that had touched her?
As he left her to walk around the desk and pull open a draw, she hastily pushed down her hem and fumbled at the ribbons of her bodice with trembling fingers.
He came back to her, ignoring the tears trembling on her lashes and ordered her to “Stand up.”
She weakly slid her bottom off the desk and stood before him, gazing up at him with fearful eyes.
Take a Break
Here’s a little poem to prolong your fantasy before continuing the Story……
Moment in Time
The Mistress Heather
dressed up in black leather
watching Ken at her feet.
The will that was broken.
Her will, the inserted token
which lead to his defeat.
His back glowing dark red,
from the blood that he bled
for her glory, for her heat.
Sharing him her musky scent
while watching his boxer-tent
without touching his longing meat.
Pulling him between her thighs,
exhaling a few short sighs
as Ken’s tongue reaches her clit.
Her fingers tangled in his hair
guiding him to her secret lair
forcing him to caress her slit.
Commanding his every actions
and within a few short fractions
feeling his tongue hit, hit and hit.
Experiencing his taught skills
feeling her earthshaking thrills
her sex, his face in perfect fit.
“You can do much better
make me even wetter
or you’ll get to taste the whips.”
“Lick me harder, stronger
Make each longer, longer
slide your tongue between my lips.”
Seeing his dark eyes glow
feeling her body move slow
the pulsating rhythm of her hips.
Leaning back into the chair
Pulling him closer by the hair
Forcing him to lick all her drips.
Coming heavily in his face
Lost in an orgasmic maze
Feeling her pussy squeeze tight
Relaxing in a pleasant cloud
Hearing Ken mumble loud
Trying to breath in all her might
Moving to the grandiose bed
Nothing needed to be said
as she turns out the bedroom light
Sending Ken to her feet
Seeing the strength in his meat
But orgasm was not within his right.
“Lift your shift and spread your ankles wide.” She did as he bade her, and watched in dawning horror as he clamped a silver triangular pouch-like object over her mound and clasped the two silver arms tightly around her tiny hips.
His hands on her waist roughly spun her around so that she faced the stained glass windows, and she quivered as he somehow threaded the strange thin chain that was attached to the lowest point of the triangular piece lodged between her thighs up through the back of the belt.
She squirmed as he drew the fine chain up between her bottom until it pressed snugly against her cleft and he somehow secured the contraption at the small of her back.
Audrey clenched her bottom instinctively as his finger followed the path of the chain between her buttocks, and he chuckled against her ear.
“Now no one can touch you without my permission,” he murmured as his finger traced along her inner thigh, his finger digging into her experimentally, yet he was unable to obtain access to her secret places.
“You will remain bound within the confines of the chastity belt until you reveal to me the name of the person who touched you.”
Audrey moistened her swollen lips as she contemplated the horrifying reality of being forced to wear a chastity belt. She felt tight and constricted, as though she couldn’t breath.
“Mother Superior is the only person beside myself that possesses a key to the belt. You will go to her should you feel the need to relief yourself.”
“Now get about your duties otherwise I will be forced to punish you further,” he told her, smacking her bottom with a force that propelled her forward
The priest’s lips curved in amusement as he watched little Audrey dart from his chamber, groaning at the delightful sight of her heart-shaped derriere as she bent over to pick up her habit and clasp it before her. As furious as he initially was to discover one of his nun’s had pleasured his innocent little novice with their fingers, and perhaps their mouth, he realised it could only add to his demure novice’s torment.
He doubted she would last more than half a day before the guilt forced her to confess, and he admitted to himself that he was impressed that she did not do so immediately. It seemed little Audrey had some steel beneath that exquisitely gentle exterior. Louis would enjoy seeing just how far he could torment her before he forced her to relinquish her secret to him, and eventually her maidenhead.
In the meantime, he would send for Mother Superior to discover which nun went against his express orders and played with Audrey, and impose a fitting punishment.
He was distracted from his musings by a knock on the door. “Come in,” he barked out, wondering if perhaps Audrey had returned. His shoulders tensed imperceptivity at the sight of the tall imposing figure dressed in simple, yet superbly cut black jacket and grey trousers.
“Good morning, Lord Montford,” Louis drawled, leaning against the edge of the large mahogany desk and crossing his arms across his chest.
Lukas’s eyebrows merely raised at the formality as he gazed around the finely appointed chamber until finally coming to rest on its occupant. “Surely there is no need to insist on ceremony between us, brother?”
Louis merely shrugged as Lukas settled his tall frame into a leather chair, stretching his long legs out before him and crossing them at the ankle.
“To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” Louis asked.
“I merely sought to enquire as to the progress of the renovations on the old kitchens,” Lukas said casually.
“They were completed just under two months ago,” Louis advised him dryly.
“Without mishap, I hope?” Lukas enquired silkily.
“One man suffered a sprained wrist, but I hardly see how this could be of interest to a man with responsibilities such as yourself.”
“I plan on having some repairs done up at the Hall, and considered engaging the same workers. I merely sought to assure myself of their capabilities.”
Lukas immediately regretted reminding Louis of the fact that by a twist of fate, the difference of several minutes meant that Montford Hall and all its encumbrances would eventually come to Lukas.
On their father’s death three years ago, Lukas had ensured that his brother’s advancement within the church was secured by the transferring the deeds to the lands of what now formed the grounds and buildings of St Helen’s.
However, Lukas’s intervention with the Archbishop was unappreciated by his brother once Louis discovered the truth, and the tension that always existed between the brothers increased tenfold.
“I noticed on the ride here that the convent has prospered greatly under your guiding hand,” Lukas continued, gazing around the sumptuous chamber far removed from the sparse chamber one expected of a pious priest. “You must have, what, five or six nuns in your Order now?”
“Seven,” Louis inserted firmly. “And two additional novices.”
“Novices? I think I’ve seen one about the Township, a blonde pretty thing? I vaguely recall another one, tall with brown hair?” Lukas lied calmly.
Louis frowned. “No, Audrey has only been with us for two weeks, and has yet to leave the grounds.”
“My mistake,” Lukas murmured, feeling his blood rush through his veins at finally discovering the name of the innocent temptress haunting his dreams.
He also felt immense relief at the knowledge that his brother had had only a little time to corrupt her. The convent grounds lay to the west of the thriving township that made up a small part of the Montford estates, and rumours of pagan rituals, sacrifices and other odd goings on up at the convent spread like wildfire through the town.
Knowing his brother’s fondness for depravity, humiliation and pain, such rumours could not be easily dismissed. Yet until Lukas had physical proof, his hands were tied. The relationship between the brothers was fragile at best, and Lukas did not want to act hastily.
“Before I forget, Aunt Agatha asked that I deliver this to you personally,” Lukas said smoothly, withdrawing a slim sheet of vellum sealed with their family’s crest from his inner pocket. “She kindly requests our attendance at ball she is throwing in honour of cousin Claire’s birthday.”
Louis took the invite and without a glance sat it on the desk. “Please convey my apologies to my Aunt, as I am committed elsewhere on whatever date she proposes.”
“Will do. I’ll let myself out, shall I? I’ll inspect the workmanship of the renovations before I go,” Lukas drawled.
Lukas strode from the chamber, conscious of the intensity of his brother’s gaze on his back and sensing that Louis hadn’t been fooled by Lukas’s reasons for visiting him.
Audrey kneeled before the overgrown flowerbed, tugging at the wildly sprouting weeds. The morning sun was warm on her face, and a cool breeze stirred the damp tendrils escaping her braid as she set about putting the garden to rights.
Unlike the herb or kitchen garden, the flower garden was often overlooked unless flowers were needed for the church altar. Gravel paths separated the sweeping flower beds with their gorgeous riot of colours and fragrances. The small garden was enclosed on three sides by the tall hedges that formed the edges of the maze, lending it an air of seclusion.
Lost in her work, she didn’t notice the man striding toward her until a flash of black out of the corner of her eye drew her attention.
Her heart stopped for an instant, and all rational thought departed as she caught sight of familiar broad shoulders and thick wavy black hair of the impossibly handsome man bearing down on her.
With a moan of distress, she dashed for one of the entrances to the maze as she sought to escape him, her white gown fluttering out behind her.
A small smile curved his lips as he began to jog after his quarry. It had taken a good half hour to finally find his delightful innocent, and he thanked whatever angel looking down on him that she hadn’t been attending to chores somewhere inside the convent.
Audrey was breathless and dishevelled, and lost within minutes of entering the maze. She was too short to peek over the tops of the hedges, and in her distressed state the clues scattered along the winding turns of the maze made little sense. So she was surprised to discover she had stumbled upon the heart of the maze.
She paid the warbling fountain and narrow stone bench scant attention as she dashed through the centre of the small enclosed area to the opposite entrance. She turned a corner, and gave a squeak of fright as she bumped into a mountain of solid muscle. Firm hands clasped her upper arms, steadying her, as silver eyes gazed down at her in triumph.
She gave a soft cry as his large hands encircled her waist and lifted her up, the movement pressing her softness full length against his muscled strength, and she clung to his shoulders, gazing up at him warily with dark blue eyes.
“Lukas, no,” she murmured desperately as he carried her toward the bench.
“Shh, little Audrey. You were made for me. For this,” he murmured. She whimpered as she felt the stone bench nudge at the back of her knees. She felt her nipples harden and shivery heat build between her thighs at the intensity of those silver pools locked with hers.
She moaned as he slid her to her feet, and her face flaming as she became aware of the hardness nestled between his thighs. She stood there with wide eyes as he sat down on the bench, and then gentle hands guided her down onto his lap. Long finders slid up over her nape, tilting her head backwards as his mouth brushed hers, his teeth nipping and nibbling on her soft flesh, sending liquid fire coursing through her veins.
“Lukas,” she moaned against his mouth before it moved hungrily hers, his forceful tongue delving between her soft lips, demanding, coaxing, seductive.
Her mind screamed that this was wicked, yet she was helpless to deny him as his fingers closed possessively over the thrust of her tiny breast.
Her small hands clung to his shoulders as his lips trailed down the sweet curve of her neck, nuzzling her neck. He groaned against her soft skin as he felt her hard nipple pushing urgently against his palm through the linen gown. “Sweet Audrey,” he murmured as he teased the hard bud, her mewling whimpers like music to his ears.
He regretted not taking her when he had the opportunity, a mistake he intended rectifying without delay. It pained him that her first time would not be in a soft bed, yet the possibility of such a delightful mixture of innocence and wanton temptress corrupted by his own brother tormented Lukas.
He would keep her locked up, or even tied to his bed if need be. He groaned, feeling himself harden impossibly at the image his mind conjured up: she lay sprawled across his bed, her hair a cloud beneath her as she gazed up at him shyly with those mesmerising midnight blue eyes, her rosy nipples begging to be suckled, her thigh bent modestly to hide the tantalising triangle of curls at their apex.
Lukas kissed her, hard, as his impatient fingers sought the hem of her gown. He felt her weak struggles as she pushed at his searching hand with hers, and he brushed it away as he tugged the gown up over her knees. She began to struggle in earnest as his hand settled just above her knee, his thumb teasing the silky flesh.
She broke the kiss, pushing desperately against his chest. “No, Lucas, don’t!”
“The pain will be fleeting, Audrey, I promise you. Then only pleasure,” he murmured as he caught her wrists against his chest in one hand as his other slid higher, drawing her gown up over the tops of her thighs.
Audrey pressed her face against his chest, unable to bear the look in his eyes once he discovered her shame.
She felt the moment he tensed, his swift indrawn breath.
“Audrey,” he breathed, releasing her wrists and capturing her chin, drawing her face up to his.
He quickly masked the searing agony filling him as he took in the tears sparkling on her lashes. “What is this?”
“A chastity belt,” she mumbled, so softly he almost didn’t hear her.
“I know that, little one. But why are you wearing it?” he asked calmly so as not to alarm her, his heady arousal of moments before quickly ebbing.
“B-because Father Matthews discovered that I was slightly chafed…in my secret place.”
Lukas took a long, deep breath. “And how did he discover you were…chafed?”
“He - he shaved me.” As Lukas stiffened, she quickly hurried on. “Mother Superior found lice in my pallet, and so he…”
“Shaved you,” Lukas finished.
Audrey bit her lip and nodded desolately.
“Did he…” Lukas closed his eyes for a moment as he sought to put the words delicately. “Breach you?”
Molten silver eyes searched her expressive face as she slowly shook her head.
She felt him relax slightly, and his hands on her waist gently guided her bottom onto the bench next to him. He rose gracefully to his feet and strode to the fountain. He stood with his back to her, his legs widespread, hands on hips. She watched him warily, unaware of the battle that was going on inside of him as he fought to restrain his fury.
“I won’t allow you to go back to him,” he finally declared as he pivoted and pinned her with his silvery gaze. “You’ll leave now, with me.”
She gazed at him, her lips parting on a soundless gasp. “I can’t!”
“You will,” he told her sternly.
“My life is here, among the nuns.”
“Audrey, you say this because you are an innocent. You know next to nothing about the joys that can be experienced between a man and a woman. You are an intensely passionate creature, Audrey. Had I taken you the other night, you would quickly have come to realise how life in the convent would pall without someone to pleasure your delightful little body.”
“So I am to leave here with you so I can become your w-whore?” she asked sadly.
Lukas was caught off guard. He had been obsessed with her from the moment he saw her, bathing in the river in a shift that revealed more than it hid. He knew then that he would do anything to have her, his mind tormented by thoughts of tasting her delightful little breasts and licking the honeyed channel between her thighs. Yet anything beyond the need to quench this all consuming desire to lay between her thighs had not occurred to him.
He saw the hurt in her eyes before she pushed past him, and he was too stunned to stop her.
“Audrey wait,” he called out, but the only was response was the sound of her hasty retreat as she disappeared into the maze.
Audrey kneeled before the altar, her head bowed, her palms pressed together beneath her chin.
She didn’t hear the approach of soft footsteps, her only warning that she was no longer alone was the light scent of lily water.
Her head rose in time to catch a fleeting smile on Beth’s face as she kneeled beside Audrey and crossed herself before the statute of the virgin Mary.
“You have been praying for hours, Audrey, long past the time for bed,” Beth murmured, smoothing a chestnut tendril behind Audrey‘s ear and brushing the backs of her fingers over the soft skin of her cheek. “Tell me what it is that torments you so.”
“Oh, Beth…,” Audrey began, feeling the tears she had tried so hard to keep at bay begin to well up. “I’ve been truly wicked.”
“Audrey, I find it hard to believe that you are ever that.”
She took a deep breath, her gaze hesitantly meeting Beth‘s inquiring one. “A man touched me. In the place forbidden by the nuns.”
“Oh, Audrey, is that what all this is about?” Beth asked gently. “Father Matthews loves you, just as he loves all of us. It’s not wicked for him to touch you, or for you to want him to touch you. It is merely our way at St. Helen’s to share God’s love.”
“No, no. You don’t understand. It wasn’t Father Mathews!”
“What!” Beth exclaimed, then hastily glanced around for signs of any listeners, but the chapel was empty, the nun’s having retired to their cells hours before. “Who?” she hissed in a low voice.
Audrey covered her face with her hands. “Please don‘t ask me that. Father Matthews is punishing me until I reveal to him a name. What is worse is that he suspects it to be one of the nun’s.”
Beth drew Audrey‘s hands away from her face and gazed deeply into the wide midnight blue eyes glittering with unshed tears. “Tell Father it was me. I will keep your secret.”
“Beth, I couldn’t,” Audrey gasped. “He would punish you too!”
“I am long used to his punishments, Audrey. And he would not beat me for long before he is distracted by other things.”
“No, Beth,” Audrey murmured, a tear trickling down her cheek. “I could never forgive myself if I lied to Father, and knowingly caused you pain.”
“This man who touched you. Do you love him?”
“I-I don’t know how I feel about him. But he doesn’t love me though. He just wants to - to put his thing between my thighs.” Audrey blushed.
“Did you let him?” Beth asked curiously.
“No. Well. Kind of.”
“Kind of?” Beth’s eyebrows raised.
Beth nodded guiltily. “It felt strange… and sort of nice.”
“Audrey, I think you were right not to tell Father Matthews about this. If he asks you again, please consider telling him it was me.”
“I cou-”
“Shh,” Beth murmured, pressing her finger against Audrey’s soft lips. “You are as yet unused to our ways, whereas I am. Father’s punishments are more demanding and thorough than anything you would ever have experienced at the hands of your old priest. But I beg of you, don‘t make your final decision now. Think about it, for tonight at least.”
Audrey gazed at her friend and slowly nodded.
“Good. Now we better return to our cells before Mother Superior catches us and paddles our behinds!”
Beth drew Audrey to her feet, and still holding her hand, accompanied Audrey back to her cell.
Louis watched Audrey shyly approach the desk, his eyes narrowing as they took in the sight of the exquisite little novice, noting the creamy skin and dark blue eyes, the tumble of silky chestnut curls. She was made for a man’s pleasure, demure and gentle, yet possessing an underlying sensuality that rocked him to the core.
It irritated him greatly that his questioning of the nuns had revealed no answers as to the identity of her seducer. One possibility, while unthinkable, taunted him. And necessitated what he was about to do.
“Come Audrey, do not prevaricate. Tell me the name of the person who dared to touch you?”
She bit her lip and shook her head miserably. She couldn’t lie, and stand by while Beth was punished for her falsehoods. Yet to tell the truth could only mean banishment from the Order, surely?
“Then remove your gown and shift.”
Audrey swallowed hard as she fumbled with the buttons of her habit. As the gown pooled at her feet, she fumbled with the ribbons of her shift before letting it too fall at her feet.
She stood before him, naked but for the constricting chastity belt, her rosy nipples peaking through the silky mass of chestnut waves, her face pink
Grey eyes moved over her, seeming to touch every inch of her. His hand moved from where it rested on the desk, revealing a tiny intricate silver key.
“Your insubordination is intolerable, Audrey. You know that your conduct forces me to punish you?”
Audrey nodded, her gaze dropping hastily to the floor. After several tense moments passed, she sensed him move, and felt the air around her stir as he moved to stand behind her. Warm fingers trailed along her collarbone, scooping up her hair and sweeping it so that it tumbled over one shoulder, exposing a small creamy breast with its pouting tip.
She shivered as he planted a gentle kiss on her shoulder, before his hands smoothed down her back to gently tug on the belt. She whimpered as she felt the tight constriction around her tiny hips ease. Warm hands drew the belt down over her bottom, slipping the silver warmed by her body’s heat down her soft thighs.
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