sinners / father charlie x fem!reader
synopsis: you've only recently joined your convent, and you're still getting the hang of things. your priest, father charlie, has welcomed you in more than you could've imagined. late at night, he invites you to his private quarters where you can really show him your gratitude.
warnings/tags: oral sex (male and female receiving), wax play, tears, light bondage, unprotected sex (don't try this at home), masochism, orgasm denial, self harm/repentance, priest x nun (i mean no harm to the catholic community, this is just fiction).
a/n: this clip from the trailer??? hello??? literally made me do laps around the room and do a breathing exercise. this one is so filthy i had to take a second every minute to compose myself😫 anyway, enjoy this one ya little freaks x
link to another father charlie piece i've done
"Father, you called for me?" I ask in a hushed tone, holding a small candelabra in my right hand that lit up the hallway just enough so that I could see my feet.
Father Charlie abruptly opens the door to his sleeping quarters, revealing an almost naked frame sporting a white towel around the waist. The curves and slopes of his chest glisten with water droplets, his slicked back hair half dry. I am taken aback by this sight, having only ever seen him fully cloaked.
"Come in, Sister." He invites me in, taking my candle from my nervous hand and placing it on the dresser.
His bedroom is nothing short of what I expected. Minimalistic, non-materialistic, clean but lived in. A wooden cross hangs proudly above his bed, a Bible just below it on his bedside table. A warm lamp brightens a side of the room, the rest remains darkened by starry night. He gestures his hand for me to sit, so I do; on the very edge of the mattress, anticipating a telling-off or perhaps punishment. I've made committed some minor sins in my first few weeks. Gluttony; eating seconds at dinner. Sloth; spending a little too much time in bed in the morning. Greed; purchasing possessions I do not necessarily need. To name a few.
"Have I done something wrong, Father?" I question, observing Charlie chuckle under his breath. He stands at the other side of the room, leaned against a desk under the window.
"No, no. You've done nothing wrong. I just wanted to speak with you." He reassures, slowly making his way towards me. My nerves are up a height, arms covered in goosebumps and palms clammy.
I can't help but stare at his muscular body before me. His defined abs and strong arms. I quickly look away. Charlie grabs my chin with his thumb and forefinger, bringing my gaze back to him.
"You're my favourite, you know?" He reveals, tucking some strands of hair that must've fell out of my habit behind my ear.
"Your favourite? Well, thank you, Father, but I'm sure the others mean a great deal to you as well." I laugh it off, humbling myself while secretly enjoying the compliment.
"Are you familiar with the cardinal sin lust, Sister?"
"Yes. Some say it's the hardest to conquer due to our natural urges." I answer, my eyes not moving out of the direction of his. The candle lit reflects in his pupils, lightening an otherwise completely black iris glazed with desire.
"And how do you cope with your... urges, Sister? Hm?" He inquests, furrowing a brow. I swallow hard, running my tongue over my teeth. Seconds pass and I don't know if I can answer his question truthfully without making myself look a fool. But lying is a sin.
"I, um, I relieve myself. At night. When everyone is asleep. I understand it is a sin. Please, forgive me." I look up at him in veneration, eyes teary, waiting for him to tell me a relieving prayer.
"What do you think about? At night, when you pleasure yourself?"
"I think about- plenty. A variety of things." I bite my lip, unable to muster up a sufficient lie if he questions any more.
"If you want to be liberated, I need you to tell me, Sister." He murmurs.
"If you must know, you, Father. I think of you. The way you treat me, better than the others, how could I not? Please do not think differently of me, I am determined to rid myself of this sin." I cower in embarrassment.
Father Charlie tsks, shaking his head at my defiance to our religion. I'm expecting a strict verbal punishment, perhaps even a slap to my cheek. Instead of this, he rubs his thumb across my bottom lip, gently slipping it into my mouth. The pad of his thumb touches my tongue and I immediately close my lips around it. I leave a trace of my saliva when he slowly pulls it out.
"You need to repent. Beg for forgiveness. Get down on your knees." Charlie firmly orders to my obedience. I fall to the floor, my knees hitting cold wooden boards. I stare up at him like a lost puppy, paralysed.
His hand moves to the tucked end of his towel, pulling it out which drops the cotton fabric to the floor with a thud. Spellbound, my eyes widen to the size of plates. Under the innocent facade and unimaginative clothing lies something unexpected. He's already hard, his erection standing straight up and eager. Charlie stares down at me and releases a frustrated sigh, grabbing my candelabra and holding it above my head.
"Repent." He commands, slipping the straps of my nightdress down to expose my chest and back.
I surrender under his authority, kitten licking his tip. I slide my tongue from the base and back up again, much to his enjoyment. I'm afraid he can smell my inexperience, but I continue, taking his fullness into my mouth and down my throat, swirling my tongue as I look up at him with starry eyes. He rips my habit off, uncovering my hair that he's never seen before. He runs his fingers through it before grabbing it at the back, pulling my strands into a makeshift ponytail.
Groaning and inhaling through his teeth, Charlie lifts the candelabra and tips it, letting the hot wax drip all over my back. I yelp at the sudden sensation of my skin burning, tears starting to run down my cheeks.
"My God, I detest all of my sins because of your just punishment, but most of all, because they offend you, my God, who are all good and deserving of all of my love. I firmly resolve with the help of your grace, to sin no more." I recite in between breaths, spit all over my face and hands.
"Say it again. Beg for your forgiveness. Beg for my respect." He moans, pushing my head further down his cock, dangerously close to relief.
After my third recital of the prayer, Charlie brings me to my feet, using a cloth to delicately wipe a mix of my tears and saliva from my face. He lowers the neckline fabric of my nightdress and takes my breast into his mouth, sucking on the supple skin around my nipple.
"Please, Father. Touch me." I'm desperate, his domineering gaze with heavy eyes making me need him more.
Craving the feeling he's made a vow against, he lies me flat on my stomach, grabbing both of my arms with one hand and holding them still behind my back.
"I detest all of my sins because of your just punishment, but most of all, because they offend you, my God." Charlie takes his black leather belt and wraps it around my wrists, tightening it on the smallest loop to confine my movement.
"I detest all of my sins because of your just punishment, but most of all, because they offend you, my God." I repeat, face pressed on his cotton sheets. Flipping my body over, he sinks into my legs, bare cock against my panties.
He plants a single kiss on my red, puffy lips, lightly biting as he does so. I fuss in my restraints, in need of a release. I franticly grind my hips against him.
"Only good girls get to feel good. You've sinned, Sister. Now you have to pay the price." He threatens, aggressively pulling down my virgin white panties.
He inhales my intoxicating scent on the fabric before stuffing them in my mouth, softly running his fingers down my neck and to my navel. His light touch sends tingles from my head to my toes, building the ache in my core to an unimaginable level.
"Don't make a sound." He says, resting his palm on my lower stomach and pressing down to feel as he inserts himself into me.
I gasp at his throbbing size. His breath leaves his lungs in pure pleasure and he moves his hands to my waist, thrusting his hips into mine. God only knows where my judgement disappeared to in that moment, but I embraced his gift to me, wrapping my legs around his body to deepen his pace.
Through the useless thin fabric, my moans echo in the room alongside his, harmonising the rhapsodic tone in our voices. Charlie dips his fingers down to my clit, rolling circles that only make me scream louder. My walls tighten around his cock in anticipation of my high, inciting him to pull himself out of me in a cruel bid to punish me. Dragging me to the foot of the bed like a rag doll, he kneels on the floor and places my feet on his shoulders.
"Is this what you think about at night, Sister?" Father Charlie pries, removing my panties from my mouth. His lips make contact with my clit, sucking and licking my wet folds. My back arches to the ceiling, feet digging into his burly shoulders.
"Yes, yes, Father." The words pour out of my mouth in a sweet whine as I squeeze my thighs around his head. My orgasm hastily returns, waiting for the perfect moment to release, teasing me with periodic jolts of bliss.
"I detest all of my sins because of your just punishment, but most of all, because they offend you, my God." I cry out, gripping the bed sheets when he adds his fingers into me, hitting the right spot every time. He sees my grimace, face scrunching up, and retracts.
I sob with dismay, observing Charlie move to the top of the bed and open his bedside table drawer. He pulls out a cat o' nine tails, a special kind of whip with nine different stretches of rope, finished off with barbed metal at the ends.
"Sit up. Turn around." He undoes the belt restraint and I stretch my hands out, hungry to feel him. His skin, his hair, his lips.
Sitting himself at the head of the bed, he pulls my frame onto his thighs, positioning me so we're face-to-face. Still throbbing and raw, I take a moment to kiss him. His lips are soft and taste like me. I snake my fingers in his hair, running them down his neck in a way that makes him shiver. He reaches down into the small space between us and lines his cock up to me, allowing me to slowly sit down.
"We are both sinners. You need to punish me. I need to repent. Whip me." Charlie instructs in a low, defeated voice. I take the handle of the whip from his hand, feeling the sharpness of the barbs which will no doubt rip his back open. Unsure but undefiant, I nod my head in agreement.
Placing my hand on his chest, I begin riding his cock in a fast rhythm, tipping my head back in comfort. His hands wander my body, marking each space with a blue-purple kiss.
"Wash me from my guilt and cleanse me of my sin." He chants, bracing the impact of my crack of the whip on his sensitive skin.
"Again," he begs, "wash me from my guilt and cleanse me of my sin."
The once clean rope turns crimson red, his pain dripping onto the sheets. His grip on my hips intensifies, leaving lasting fingerprints in its absence and his breath hastens. I deepen myself on him, dragging out a primal sob from somewhere within me, allowing myself to come close to what I've craved for so long.
"Wash me from my guilt and cleanse me of my sin." We say in unison.
The mix of pain and pleasure brings him to his climax, his hand immediately grabbing my throat as he shoots white ribbons into me, filling me up until I drip down back onto him. I quickly let go of the whip and collapse into his arms when my high arrives, sending my limbs to shake uncontrollably. My hands are covered in blood from his back, making me visualise the sin that we have committed.
Catching up to our breaths, I climb off Charlie and rearrange my nightdress, picking my defiled habit up from the floor and fixing it back on my head. From afar, he watches me redress like a hawk, then washes his hands in the holy water by his bed. He walks over to me at the door and holds my face in his hands.
"My God, I detest all of my sins because of your just punishment, but most of all, because they offend you, my God, who are all good and deserving of all of my love. I firmly resolve with the help of your grace, to sin no more."
