I closed the door behind me, and all my troubles disappeared. This was my sanctuary, my church. I could be myself here, without fear of judgment or consequences. Not that there weren't any consequences, of course. Every time I left, I felt dirty and used. But that was the price of sin, and I was willing to pay it. "Father, please forgive me, for I have sinned," I whispered, and I heard his low chuckle. "Again, my child? You're as faithful in your sins as you are in your confessions." "I can't help it, Father. I'm weak." "Of course, you are. That's why God made you a woman. So that men like me can show you how strong we are." I trembled in anticipation, knowing what was coming next. "Undress, my child," he commanded. I hesitated only for a second before slipping off my dress and exposing my naked body to his eyes. I knew he liked what he saw, and that made me feel desirable. He walked around me, touching my skin with his rough hands, making me shiver. "You're a naughty girl, aren't you?" he said, his breath hot on my neck. "Yes, Father. I'm sorry." "You will be. Get on your knees." I obeyed, feeling the cold stone floor on my skin. He unzipped his pants, and I knew what to do. I took him in my mouth, sucking him deep, making him moan. I could feel his power over me, and I loved it. Soon, he grabbed my hair, pulling it tight, and fucked my mouth hard. "You're doing well, my child. You're always welcome here." Soon, I was crying, my tears mixing with my saliva, and my body exploding in pleasure. I had sinned, but I had also repented. I was ready to leave, to face the world, to be a good wife again. But tomorrow, I would be back, asking for forgiveness. And he would give it to me, in his own way.