Sinful 1 (A New Adult Romance (Tempted)) Read online

  Her mother must have been oblivious to the stares Bethany got from some of the men around town when they stopped off to buy some groceries on the way to the church or she would have had a stroke. Bethany wondered how such a smart woman could be so stupid.

  As she shuffled in her seat, her mother gave her a withering look and said under her breath, “keep still young lady.”

  Michael Blaine closed the web browser on his computer, it was 3:45 and the King woman and her daughter would be here soon. He sighed. He had acted concerned and had made the right noises when Margaret King had called him the night before, but his overwhelming feeling had been and was now, one of pity for the poor girl. How embarrassing for her.

  He hadn’t actually met the girl, Bethany, yet which was surprising, considering her mother was what he liked to call a ‘church groupie’. He had seen her from a distance during the Sunday services as she sat next to the showy young brunette, Rebecca Renton. Mrs. King had mentioned that one during the phone call and had named her as a bad influence. On that point, he had to agree, that one was trouble; he could see it a mile off.

  Pastor Blaine heard the rumble of a car engine and stood up from his chair and went to the window that faced back across the church parking lot. He peered through the lace curtains as the car doors opened. His eyes widened a little when he saw the girl step out of the car. She looked like a private school girl in the clothes he assumed her mother had made her wear. No, not a private school girl, but a woman, a beautiful one at that, dressed as one. He watched them walk down the path towards his office until they passed out of his vision. He felt a familiar stirring and quickly shut it down before taking a deep breath and going back to his desk. He heard the bell above the door sound and shuffled some papers on his desk. When he felt he had waited a suitable amount of time he went and opened the door.

  After what seemed like an eternity, the pastor’s door opened and he emerged. The dark haired pastor looked handsome and tanned in his grey suit and collar and smiled his ridiculously white smile at both of them. Bethany’s mother stood up so fast that Bethany felt the wind on her face. Pastor Blaine said a suave hello to her mother and shook her hand. Bethany almost giggled at the awkward semi-curtsey her mother performed.

  “Thank you for seeing us Pastor, we didn’t know where else to turn in this testing time.”

  The nineteen year-old rolled her eyes at this, but stood up straight when Pastor Blaine’s blue eyes fell upon her. Their eyes locked for a moment. He looked even more handsome up close and for a moment she was lost in his gaze which seemed just as spellbound as hers. Finally he cleared his throat.

  “Hello Bethany,” he said, his face transforming into a suitably somber look. She mumbled hello and dropped her eyes, but not before she thought she saw him fleetingly scan her body up and down. Really? No I’m just imagining things, she thought.

  He looked back to her mother, who was still clutching his hand. “You’re most welcome Mrs. King, but I think in this circumstance it might be better if I talk to Bethany alone. Do you mind?”

  “No, of course not!” her mother said quickly. She looked sternly at Bethany, “Mind your manners young lady and learn your lesson well.”

  Bethany, now playing the dutiful daughter, said “Yes Mother.”

  Pastor Blaine extricated his hand from her mother’s grip and gestured for Bethany to enter the office.

  “A session like this might take an hour or more Mrs. King; I suggest you go for a walk perhaps?”

  “Yes, of course Pastor.”

  Bethany stood waiting as the pastor waved her mother goodbye and closed the door softly. He paused at the door for a moment with his head down, as if wrestling with some dilemma, before he finally looked up and circled his desk to sit down. Once again his gaze met hers and this time she felt a flutter of something, not just nerves. The pastor himself seemed mesmerized by her. Good God in Heaven she is beautiful, he thought.

  After a long moment, he shook his head as though waking.

  “Where are my manners,” he said sheepishly, “please, takes a seat.”

  Bethany sat down on the chair in front of his desk and placed her hands demurely in her lap.

  “Are you nervous Bethany?”

  “A little,” she stammered.

  “Good, that’s normal. This is a very serious matter; your mother is quite upset. But I want you to know this is a surprisingly common thing and your mother’s concern for you may be a little…overwrought. That means an overreaction because she is emotional. It’s quite understandable.”

  “Yes sir. I know what overwrought means,” she said, a little challengingly.

  He looked at her for a long moment. Interesting.

  “Do you understand that what you did was wrong?”

  Bethany reddened and shrugged. The pastor’s gaze was now dangerously intense.

  “I am going to ask some questions Bethany, and they may make you uncomfortable, but I need you to answer honestly. Are you okay with that?”

  She nodded.

  “All right. Was that the first time you have masturbated?”

  Bethany hesitated, her face burning. She lied and mumbled yes. He was silent, and stared at her until she shuffled uncomfortably in her seat.

  “Bethany, I asked you to answer truthfully. It wasn’t the first time was it?”

  God, was she that transparent?

  “No,” she said after a pause.

  “See that wasn’t so hard was it?” He jotted something down on a notepad. “Okay, next question. Have you been doing it for quite a while?”

  She nodded, not game to lie again.

  “How often would you say that you touched yourself in that way?”

  Bethany shrugged under his questioning gaze.

  “Once a week? Every day? Twice a day?” he prompted.

  “Every couple of weeks I guess…”

  “What were you thinking about while you touched yourself…down there Bethany? Was it something you read in the book?”

  When he put it to her that way, using those words, she was surprised at the tingle that went through her.

  “I…um…yeah.”

  The pastor paused. He took a deep breath, what am I doing? He asked himself silently. He seemed helpless to stop the primal heat was rising in him. The girl was mind numbingly gorgeous, innocent yet mature. In a word stunning. Almost as though he was standing outside himself looking in, he asked, “Was that the first time you had read dirty stories?”

  “Yes,” she said emphatically, “it honestly was, my friend gave me the book that afternoon.” He nodded; satisfied that she was telling the truth.

  “What do you normally think about when you masturbate?” he probed, the unscripted questions now tumbling out of his mouth, almost as if someone else was asking them. He felt himself harden under the desk as an uncontrollable voyeuristic pleasure overtook his good sense.

  “I don’t remember really. Lots of things.”

  “Boys? Girls?”

  “Boys,” she blurted, “I’m not a lesbian.”

  He laughed good naturedly.

  “Okay,” he said, “but fantasizing about girls doesn’t make you a lesbian, any more than fingering yourself while you read pornography makes you a slut.”

  Bethany gasped at those words coming from his lips. Now it wasn’t just a tingle and she felt an illicit heat rise in her.

  “Well it wasn’t girls, okay? It was guys.”

  He nodded, and his gaze lingered on her before he jotted another note and then placed his pen on the desktop.

  “I’ll be honest Bethany,” he said looking at her again, “it is very natural to have feelings that we don’t invite sometimes, but a good Christian must learn restraint from temptation, so I think that is what we will work on today.”

  Almost as though in a trance, Blaine stood up from his chair and came around the desk and sat on the edge in front of her. She looked up questioningly at him. So beautiful.

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  Bethany, stood up on shaky legs.

  “What for?”

  “I’m going to test your resistance to temptation.”

  Even then he didn’t know where this was heading; it was as though he had been possessed by someone else. Bethany stood up, her heart beating furiously in her chest. What was he going to do?

  “Okay, close your eyes. No matter what happens, don’t open them.” She obeyed and closed her eyes and folded her arms self-consciously across her chest.

  “Hands at your sides please Bethany,” he said, now from behind her. She cocked her head slightly as she put her arms down and heard his steps as he moved back around in front of her. That was when he touched her. She felt his hand upon her right shoulder; it was gentle and he slowly stroked her through the material of her blouse. His touch was feather light and her skin broke into goose bumps. His other hand fell upon her left shoulder and began to do the same soft stroking.

  Unbelievably she felt her body responding to the pastor’s touch on her arms. Her nipples stiffened under her bra and shirt. Then his hands left her and she felt his fingers begin to play over the bare skin of her neck. She gasped and opened her eyes. This was wrong, she knew it, but like the pastor, some primal need had been awakened in her and she did not want him to stop. Ever.

  “Uh, uh,” he waggled a finger at her, “close your eyes please. I want you to resist anything you are going to feel in the next few minutes.”

  The pastor also knew what he was doing was wrong, very wrong and went against the grain of everything he believed in, but the girl was like a siren, she made his blood sing and he was helpless to stop himself.

  She closed her eyes, her breathing now quite shallow, as adrenalin coursed through her system. His fingers continued to tickle her throat and then trailed further down until she felt them begin to undo the buttons of her blouse. Oh my God, she thought. Bethany stood stock still. She was confused but jubilant at the same time. Apprehensive but aroused. This felt weird but somehow inevitable. This beautiful man touching her. Her mother had told her to learn her lesson and while it felt immoral, she knew that she wanted to learn whatever lesson he was going to teach her. She knew she wanted him to keep going.

  He unbuttoned her blouse all the way and pulled it free of her skirt. She felt the cool air of the room on her skin and once again broke out in goose bumps. His manly hands touched her naked skin now and he began to softly run his fingers over her, starting at her throat, then down to the swell of her breasts, just above her plain white bra and then jumping over her breasts down to her belly. Bethany shuddered as his fingers tickled her. What was he doing?

  The touch of the Pastor’s hands upon her began to affect her more now and she could feel herself becoming moist. She could not help it, his fingers left a line of fire wherever they ran over her soft skin and by the time they made their way back to the swell of her bosom she was hoping they would linger there. They did. For just a moment, before she felt the fingers grasp the top of each of the bra cups and pull them down, revealing her erect nipples.

  Reflexively, Bethany opened her eyes and covered herself with her hands.

  “Bethany?”

  “Yes?” she whispered.

  “I promise I won’t hurt you,” he whispered into her ear.

  She shook her head weakly.

  He grasped her hands gently and slowly pried them away and down to her sides, she offered little resistances and once again her soft breasts were revealed.

  “Your nipples are very erect; I want you to try harder to resist temptation,’ he said breathlessly. “Try to block the sensations from your mind.”

  “Yes Pastor.”

  She moaned when the fingers of each of his hands found her nipples. Touching and teasing them lightly. His rough skin sent bolts of electricity straight to her core as he caressed the soft flesh of her breasts and nipples. She tried to do as he had asked and block the sensations from her mind, but it was useless and when his mouth closed over one of her nipples she whispered “Fuck…” involuntarily.

  She immediately regretted swearing but was surprised when he didn’t say anything, perhaps he hadn’t heard her? He suckled on her, teasing and biting her left nipple as his free hand caressed the other before swapping. She now felt the warmth of his mouth on the opposite breast as his saliva cooled on the first. After a few minutes he stopped and stood upright. She felt his hand grasp her chin and tilt it upwards. She kept her eyes closed. Then his lips closed over hers. They were wonderful, dry and warm, soft and yielding. He broke away after a few glorious seconds.

  “How do you feel?”

  “I feel okay I guess.”

  “Are you resisting temptation or do you feel aroused?”

  She paused.

  “I’m resisting Pastor.”

  “Hmm, I’d like to believe you Bethany, but there is only one way to tell for sure.”

  She sensed him move closer and suddenly his hands encircled her, cupping her buttocks and then moving under her skirt. Bethany opened her eyes pushed against him, inviting him to further intimacy.

  Bethany felt his hands moving under her skirt and pulled the hem up to allow him unimpeded access. He moved in closer, looking down at her with fire in his eyes, her own gaze matching his with sparks of desire. She exhaled sharply as his fingers brushed against the white triangle of her cotton panties and lingered before gently probing her through them. She closed her eyes as she willed herself not to react, but it was impossible. Sensing her excitement he was carried away by a wave of lust and pulled her even closer.

  “You naughty girl, you’re aroused aren’t you?” he pulled his hand away and she opened her eyes again. She had the strange feeling that they were actors in a play now; consigned to the parts they had been cast for by her mother. He the stern pastor, she the frightened girl. In a strangely thick voice he said, “I think there is only one way to teach you to resist temptation and that is to let you give into it once.”

  Dazed by the feelings she was experiencing and the surreal nature of the whole episode, she didn’t even flinch as his hands went further under her skirt and grasped the waistband of her panties. Knowing what was coming, she put her own fingers over his and helped him slip them off, sliding them down her long slim legs and then awkwardly over her shoes. She dropped them on the floor before standing up straight again and looking at him with hooded eyes. All the while he watched her, an unreadable look on his face.

  “Pull up your skirt,” he said thickly.

  It was then she noticed the bulge in his trousers. Apparently she wasn’t the only one that had a problem with temptation and with a sudden movement he took her shoulders in his strong hands, swinging her around and gently propelling her backwards until she bumped against his desk. Without being asked, she lifted her bare backside onto the cold timber of the desk and looked at him challengingly. He shoved her gently backwards until she was sitting comfortably on the desktop and then nudged her legs open with his thigh before looking into her eyes.

  “I need you to answer truthfully again Bethany. Are you a virgin?”

  Her cheeks were flushed, and not just from embarrassment, she nodded. He also nodded, as though she had confirmed what he expected. To her delight he leaned in for another kiss which she willingly accepted. The tender kiss lasted minutes as they savoured the taste and feel of each other, it was like a drug and she felt no resistance when he broke away and kneeled in front of the desk.

  Her skirt was forced higher as he spread her open, baring her most intimate self to him completely. He kissed her lower belly and she gasped in surprise… and pleasure. He began to rain light kisses on the skin around her womanhood, carefully avoiding her trimmed pussy before placing his hands between her thighs and pushing her open even further. Finally his thumbs found her and pulled open her outer lips, spreading her like a flower. Bethany was so wet that her juices covered his thumbs quickly. She couldn’t resist and opened her eyes just a little to watch him. His eyes met hers an
d he raised one of the thumbs to his mouth and tasted her juice. Bethany gasped in lust. It blew her mind to see the handsome Pastor between her legs, being so sinful and filthy. He repeated the process with his other thumb. As his thumbs worked her soft, sensitive flesh she felt arousal building in her. Arousal that was so intense, that she had never felt anything like it before.

  Barriers of propriety crumbled and she pushed her groin at him before moaning, “Please… lick me Pastor.”

  The Pastor did not flinch. He dipped his tongue between her inner folds, circling her clitoris, teasing and sucking it gently, before his tongue darted into her tight opening briefly. He repeated the pattern, teasing her clitoris until it was almost unbearable and then plunging his tongue into her. Bethany had never felt anything so amazing in all her life and if this was temptation, then she was willing to give into it every time.

  Her breathing quickened and the Pastor grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the desk. She fell back, almost laying on the desk and felt his tongue upon her again, this time he licked and tongued her wet opening deeply; she could feel it inside her, fucking her tight hole rhythmically. That went on for a blissful minute and then Bethany arched her back and moaned when she felt his fingers begin moving in and around the folds of her pussy as he removed his tongue and began teasing her clitoris again.

  “Mmm, yes there Pastor Blaine. Please,” she moaned.

  He was now totally focussed on her clit, licking and sucking it expertly, and she groaned in pleasure. When she felt the tip of his finger, now slick with her juices, push gently into her virginal opening, she gasped loudly and looked down at the man of God between her legs.