"Fucking cunt." is exactly the words i'd use.
Part Quatre
One week seemed like an eternity after that first meeting. Edvard was so wound up by the time the day came to see Sugar, he was almost visibly vibrating with nervous energy. It may have just been paranoia, but it seemed like people were looking at him differently as well. Like they knew he had a dirty secret. The clock seemed to tick by at a snail pace, as he continued to check for the time every ten minutes- which made him feel like he was going to lose his mind.
As the hour approached that he had long awaited for, he found himself getting aroused again, and went to his confessional 15 minutes early to hide. The urge to fix himself was overwhelming. He even thought about taking care of the problem really quick, before Sugar arrived- for fear that once she was in that small space with him- he wouldn't be able to handle it.
This hunger reminded him of puberty. So intense that you spend half your time in the bathroom masturbating, and the other half thinking about when you're going to get to go to the bathroom again, so you can masturbate.The difference here was- he hadn't had that problem in many years, and his obsession wasn't the masturbation itself. The masturbation was just the end result of his obsession with her. He hadn't been able to stop doing it. Every time he made his mind up to make it through a day without caving- the hunger just got worse, and he would have to practically run to his room as if he had to take a piss really bad, and make it go away. His fantasies of her were becoming more detailed- more aggressive. Ideas surfaced that shocked him. He'd never experienced this side of himself. This animal side to him- driven by perversion and madness.
His erection was now becoming painful, but time had run out, and he could hear the sound of footsteps quickly approaching the confessional now. She was a couple of minutes early. Which isn't saying much- but to Edvard, it meant she was maybe just as eager to see him again as he was her. Sugar stepped in as calm as ever. If she was eager to see him, it didn't show in her face. "How long have you been sitting in here, Father?" She asked.
"Not long at all." He lied. "Stepped in a few minutes before you did." He managed his best aloof sounding voice. But Sugar knew he had gone in much earlier. She had been watching him for about half an hour, as he paced back and forth like a caged lion. It was fun watching his tension build. She wandered what kind it was. He wasn't as easy to read as the others had been. It could be fear. Could be the desire just to hurry up and get this visit over with so he could go back to his safe little priest life, and not have to worry about her for another week.
But the fact that he entered the confessional 15 minutes beforehand, made her think that there was a slight chance he was looking forward to this. This sort of messed up her train of thought. She had already thought this out before she got to the church- how she would start off the story, and build on it. She knew exactly where she was going to leave the story hanging at. But now she was more curious about his eagerness to get into that booth.
"Have you thought about me at all this week?" She started in. He was clutching his cross already, and wouldn't look in her direction at all. "I've had a few thoughts about your almost confession, my child."
"Priest!" She hissed. "Please don't insult my intelligence... and stop referring to me as your child. It seems a bit... inappropriate, does it not? With that, she made herself a bit more comfortable, then just sat in silence, waiting for a reaction.
Edvard felt her eyes on him, and closed his. It was almost palpable- this desired she awakened in him. He had never felt so weak and helpless to anything. "I've thought of you all week." He whispered weakly. Sugar knew instantly what the tensions was now. Her dominance over him had gotten him in the pants- so to speak. She grinned widely.
"Should I be asking to hear your confession, Father?" and she moved in a little closer to get a better view of him.
But Edvard was good at keeping his thoughts hidden away. He was not going to let her in his head. His body language may have given him away, but he was not going to confirm her suspicious by telling her what he'd been thinking.
Sugar sensed this about him, and knew it would frustrate her. Body language- hell, even an obvious erection- was nothing if you couldn't hear those words that would validate your instincts. He said nothing more, and she knew that she would have to up her game. Just like she was going to have to up her game with Met. This was going to get good. She kind of hit the jackpot with these two. A chance to really put her skill set to the test. Men say that women have to do so little to seduce them. That would imply that all men are weak and easily controlled by their dicks. But if that were true, it would no longer be a mans world at all. They would have been defeated by the female gender long ago.
A man determined to hold himself to a certain standard and belief system, is not so easily swayed, and these were the kind of men she found irresistible. Ones not so easily corrupted by lust. To look at her- you'd think she would have any man on his knees with the bat of her eyelashes. But there is something to be said of man's fear of women who have bold personalities. Women have to be a bit more cunning to get a strong man to yield. Sugar just sat there and waited for him to give in. But he remained still as though he were made of stone.
She let out a sigh, and then decided she would begin her story. But she wasn't going to start where originally planned. She wanted to watch him shift in his seat a little to satisfy her ego.
So her story started with puberty. How when she was 13 a picture she had stumbled on in an art book- of a beastly, half naked man, in chains- had stirred something sexual up in her. Edvard could feel beads of sweat forming on his upper lip, and shifted in his seat. Sugar smiled at this, and kept going with it. She told him she wanted him to try and understand where it all started. How wet she got when she thought of what she'd do if she had such a powerful beast at her mercy, in chains. How his beat up face, and bloody knuckles made her tremble with delight.
Edvard couldn't believe that this was turning him on. Was it just because it was her telling this story? She is 13 in this story, for Christ's sake! Did that mean he was some kind of pedophile for letting it stir his imagination, as images of this 13 year old Sugar, running her eager fingers down his bare chest while he hung limp against his chains- vulnerable to her actions- flooded his mind. Without thinking, he suddenly burst out with, "PLEASE!" Sugar paused and looked up. "Is something the matter?" She said in that velvet voice.
He was breathing a little bit heavy now. "I don't think its appropriate for me to listening to your early sexual developments." He pleaded. "Those sins have already been forgiven by God."
"Hmm." She offered thoughtfully. "And if I continue to tell you these things? After all, I'm merely trying to establish how my fetishes began." She said.
Edvard sat still for a time, and thought carefully about what he should say next. He felt like they were playing a game of chess. He decided to try and appeal to her the littlest amount of respect she may have for his honor and said, "I must do my best to avoid putting myself in a compromising position." Then he turned to look at her. "How can I be worthy of my place in this confessional- if I am in any way, entertaining thoughts that are against God's law?" His eyes were begging.
It worked. She did find that for what ever reason, she had a sliver of respect for his need to maintain his convictions. But she also wanted to get a fair exchange in.
"Everything comes at a cost with me, Priest." She hissed. "I will agree to end this part of my story, if you will just say it..." He turned his face away from her and winced a little. "What do you want me to say?" His voice softened. "Say what thoughts you were entertaining out loud, and do it as though you are confessing your sins to me- your priestess." He remained still for what seemed like half a minute, then slowly started: "Bless me...." then he paused and asked, "How do I refer to you?" Her smile widened. "Call me "Little Sister'." God, she was good at pushing his buttons, he thought. She was trying to keep the incest theme going to get under his skin even more. He conceded anyway, because he felt that if she went any further with this fetish business, he would climax spontaneously.
"Bless me... Little Sister, for I have sinned...."
Delicious! Oh, naughty naughty, dear alter... I like it very, very much :3 Such an intense, perverse game unfolding before our eyes... It's Sugar: 1 - Ed: 0 ...for now, lol. And oh my, we get to hear Ed's confession! This is really promising!
His fantasies of her were becoming more detailed- more aggressive. Ideas surfaced that shocked him. He'd never experienced this side of himself. This animal side to him- driven by perversion and madness.
Violent, detailed fantasies sounds just about right ;) I'd LOVE to see both sub! and dom!Eddie in our little story... I also adore this portrayal of Met... I want them to fight over Sugar, lol! But you're the author, Raven darling. We follow your lead to wherever you decide to take us ;)
