A Remnant of Self-restraint

The stranger pressed against him from behind. As skin met skin, Bernard shivered. It was inappropriate to be with a naked woman, especially in his church. He should have used his authority and ordered her out of the building. Instead, he kept silent and leaned against her, savoring the feel of her soft breasts against his bare back. He could feel her nipples growing large and firm.

She had brought a cord with her, which she wrapped around his wrists. This bound his arms, which were bent backwards, and prevented him from pushing her away. Once again, she pressed herself close to him. Her lap was level with his bound hands and she did not move back when he involuntarily curled his fingers to feel her.

He felt the soft fuzz and the cleft underneath where her legs met. His fingertips touched the moist lips. It was so wrong. But he couldn't hold back. And she had no intention of denying him anything.

Her own hands wrapped around the center of his body and deftly undid the button of his pants. Beguilingly slowly, she opened the garment even further and slipped her fingers in exploring the widening gap.

She liked what she felt. She grabbed it firmly. Bernard gasped continuously.

She squeezed and rubbed him through the thin fabric of his underpants, harder and faster. The further she drove him, the greater his **** and his hatred of himself grew. He had to put a stop to it! With the last bit of self-control he could muster, he tried to tear himself away.

But she wouldn't let him go. She grabbed him with all her might and squeezed his testicles. At the same time, she kicked him in the back of the knee. Howling in pain, her victim fell to the ground and crashed onto the bare stone floor with his knees. Tears welled up in his eyes.

"Since you're already down there, you might as well show a little appreciation," she smirked with a biting sneer.

She pranced around him and, for the first time, Bernard saw his visitor in all her nakedness. She was not beautiful in the classical sense. Her body appeared distorted and bent, as if it must be harboring a spirit that was not made for a human body. Most frightening of all was her face, which radiated contempt and pure malice.

She crouched down on the ice-cold floor directly in front of him. She spread her legs wide and offered him her uncovered sex. As close as they were, Bernard smelled her tangy aroma. His nostrils flared.

"Come on, you know what you have to do!" she commanded.

Her untamed wildness exerted a raw attraction on him. But he still had enough willpower not to surrender to her without restraint. When Bernard made no sign that he had understood her, she buried her crooked claws in his hair and pulled him rigorously against her.

"Go on!" she hissed.