Chapter Two

Under his strong hand, Gregory’s cock thickened as he thought of her. Unlike other priests, Father Gregory would never dream of taking a vow of celibacy. This was his religion, not the religion of the Catholics or Protestants and he’d worked hard to get where he was now. And he’d work just as hard to get Corinne. It was always the same image even after all these years. Corinne had become an obsession. He meant to make her one of his. In his mind he created the vision of her kneeling before him naked, a steel collar around her neck. She had a full, round body, very female and rich. Her ass was perfect. It would be a pleasure to take her over his knee and spank her until she cried. A length of chain had been connected to the collar and Gregory saw himself holding the other end. He’d pull her in slowly. At first, he’d feel the chain tug back in his hand as she resisted. But, eventually she yielded and crawled across the floor on her hands and knees, her breasts hanging down and swaying as she approached. In his fantasy, Gregory pulled her to his cock that was already thick and ready. She’d suck him until he came in her mouth.

He moaned in his bed, fondling his balls and shaft, imagining her hot mouth surrounding him. His hand worked slow and steady at first. His ass would flex and push his cock harder into his own grip. Flying solo would soon be a thing of the past.

Pre-cum dribbled from the tip of his sex and he used it to make his hand slide more smoothly over the shaft. He pumped harder, grunting and shoving faster until the rush of ejaculation made him spasm and buck beneath the covers in a roar. As he lay there, shivering with release in the darkness, Gregory made a promise to himself. This would be his last time doing this without her. The next time he came it would be in her mouth or up her ass. After all, if he could not control himself, how would he be able to control Corinne?

“And, oh, dear Corinne, I know how you long to be controlled,” he chuckled to himself, stretched out on the big bed and slept.

With a whine, she smacked her hand on the snooze button of the alarm clock. Her mind had refused to shut off and she’d gotten very little sleep. Calling in sick crossed her mind but Sue would have a fit and fall in it if Corinne dared to do such a thing, especially now, the last Friday of the month when all the final reports had to be handed in. She hauled herself out of bed, staggered down the hallway and into the bathroom. By the time she emerged, she should have smelled coffee but she didn’t. “Damn it,” Corinne grumbled, realizing she’d forgotten to change the filter and set the time