15

My teeth cracked and I shivered. My eyes watered and my legs cramped. The cold was deadly. The morning breeze broke my bones and froze me from inside out.

Dew fell like rain upon my skin, chilling me. 6:00 am had never felt so cold.

I willed to be wrapped in his arms, to be buried in his heat. But it was Sunday and we both had to be good_ for today. Him especially. Me too. Afterall I was to climb the altar with him today.

I walked into the Sacristy finding it as warm as usual. My body immediately started to relax in the warmth. I hugged myself taking in deep breathes that choked.

If he couldn't wrap his arms around me then I could make use of my hands. Even though mine was so unsatisfactory in comparison with his.

I had to make do of what I had though. When the desired is not available the available is desired.

The bulletin on my thighs felt so cold and crispy it made all the hairs on my skin stand. I had to drop it on the chair lest I froze to death.

There was no one in the sacristy, no mass server, no cleaner. I felt relieved. I wanted to be alone, alone with God and my thoughts.

The door was pushed open just when my eyes were closing and my body starting to feel a bit of blissful warmth.

I sighed feeling a little angry at whoever it was that decided to interrupt my alone time.

I looked sideways expecting to see one of the mass severs, usually Akpos. He was always the first mass server to arrive in church on Sundays, probably because he was the sacristan.

But, it wasn't him, it was Father. I stood up at once more in shock than in fear. All the anger that I had felt earlier dissipated.

"Good morning Father." I greeted looking down at my feet. I couldn't bring myself to look up at him. He was sin. My sin in the flesh and I didn't want to sin today.

He was neatly shaven and he smelt so nice, so heavenly. He was an embodiment of rare masculinity.

His scent sipped into my nose. It was a gleeful reminder of what it felt like to smell like him to be covered in his scent.

I closed my legs together in a weak attempt to stop the throbbing in my core. He always had that much effect on me, even his smell could make me beg to be fucked hard.

"Ria."He smiled as shocked to see me as I him. He closed the door behind him."Are you the one taking the psalm today?" He asked moving close to me while I backed up against the table.

"Yes." I choked out. I was aware. Aware of where we were, aware of the light. Aware. Aware. My mind was, but my body it never seemed to care. He was in control. He owned me.