All Chapters of Father, Please.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I land with a bouncing thud, smacking my head against the wooden bed frame.“Ow!” I immediately cry, bringing my hand to my head, searching for a bump or blood, one of which i was certain was going to be there, but my hands come away clean and its too soon to notice a bump anyway, doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt though, it hurt like hell. But it also brought a lot of things into focus for me, like the fact that I wasn’t in a dream, or in one of my numerous fantasies, this was reality and Father Aryan was standing at the foot of my bed, in all his full cassocked glory, an unreadable expression on his face. “Father Aryan? What are you doing here? You finally used that key I gave you.” The alcohol was wearing off, same as the shock of him being in my room. If this was right, then it meant that he carried me, I was pressed against his chest. My eyes land on the said chest, it stirred memories of being close to it, the corner of my lower lip snuck in between my teeth, wondering if I co

I draw a sharp breath from between my teeth.“Was the bump a pay back for all the times I have given you a boner in public?”His jaw drops and he takes a step back, clearly not sure what to make of my sudden change of subject. “What…?”I roll my eyes and continued to trudge forward, not caring if he followed me or not. Although a small smile blooms on my face when he does follow me. “I would have said a bunch of low stuff like you just did, but that is for people who are ashamed of something. I have nothing to be ashamed of. Yes, I did run away, yes, I will run away if something happens here. Whatever you think of me after that is solely, your concern.” I shrug, pushing the doors of the McDonald’s open. The place is exactly what you would imagine a town full of older people who went to bed by seven would look. Empty, save for the random teenagers that littered the space, they don’t look up when their town’s priest walks in. After placing my order for everything greasy they

“Why did it feel like that was pointedly directed us?” Chris says with a shiver.Because the petty priest was talking to us, I say to myself. “Must be our guilt speaking.” I flash him a playful smile and he gives me one right back.“Now, asides the mango juice, what else did you pack?” he says peeking into the basket.“You don’t know what your bestie packed? Haven’t you guys done something like this before?” one brunette teen asks me. “They haven’t! We already beat these losers.” Her bestie says with a snicker.They both chuckle and return to their lunch. I narrow my eyes at them, they would be too easy to ruin if I wanted to. “You look like you are thinking the same thing I am thinking.” Chris whispers. I quirk my brow in his direction, he gives me a tiny nod in their direction, the brunette was telling the other girl how her mother almost added pickles to their sandwiches even after she knew her friend hated it. They laughed about it together. Chris asked me with his

My eyes widen comically as I digest what I just heard and the implication of it, I don’t try to look around us, so as to not raise any suspicion. “He is here?” I ask in a hushed whisper.She smiles broadly as Chris and Tim reach us, “You would very much like that wouldn’t you?” she asked me through gritted teeth. A quick flash of his fingers tapping lightly on my clit as punishment, makes me shiver and clench my thighs together, I would very much like it actually. “Danny, you are here too? How…?” Chris asks with eyes in my direction, I shake my head effectively stopping his question in its track. “Hi Tim, it’s a nice place you guys have running.” The lie slips out as effortlessly as my flirty smile slips on. Tim is a mess, he doesn’t know how to hide the two colored spots on his cheek, until Chris clears his throat nosily. “It is basically Chris; I still have a lot to learn from him.”“Shall we get a look at the cars?” Chris asks with a tight smile, practically leadi

“What?” he rudely answers the phone.I quirk a brow and look at the screen of my phone, he had no reason to bark into my ears. “Father Aryan, is that a way to talk to someone with special prayer needs?”He murmurs underneath his breathe, I hear shuffling in the background, like he was leaving his present environment. “I thought I asked you never to call me anymore?”“Unless it is an order from my Dom, I don’t see any reason to listen to you.”“I just saw you few hours ago, what stunt do you want to pull this time?”Stunts? That I haven’t heard in a while, that is all my parents thought I did, pull stunts. They were right of course, I very much enjoy pulling stunts, if it makes them angry, even better. “Can you come out?”“It is almost nine pm, whatever it is can wait till tomorrow.”“It can’t. seriously, it can’t.”He heaves a huge sigh, like one struggling with the weight of the world on his shoulders. He has very beautiful shoulders too, my legs would look perfect slu