Beast, Part Two (The Church #5)

New Class

chapter Ten

Priest

“ Take my cock to the back of your fucking throat, Fem,” I growl out over her head as I shove more of my length into her mouth.

She gags, her eyes watering, as she sucks me off. I reach over her body and smack her ass. She’s tied down to my bondage bench. Her ass is in the air with a medium-sized butt plug inside of it. Pulling out of her mouth with a wet plop, I stuff my cock back in my sweats as I slowly walk around her, admiring how her body is spread out for me.

I don’t touch her as I stare at her soaking wet pussy as it leaks around the vibrating yoni balls.

Moaning, she arches her body off the bench. Her arms and legs shake. Her pussy pulses. She’s orgasming.

“What number was that?”

“Nathaniel,” she whines.

I know what she wants, but she doesn’t get it yet. I readjust my rock-hard cock in my sweatpants. There are a thousand more pressing matters at hand. It’s been five days since we found that lock box in Luca’s home.

Every time I think of the pictures he had of Fem, I’m tempted to dig his ass up and put three more holes in his corpse. Most of the pictures were taken from one of her play home’s bathrooms. It only calmed me a little to know he didn’t have her real address. But still, it pissed me off to know he had those pictures locked away in a shrine like she belonged to him.

“Please, baby, I need you,” Fem whimpers, getting my attention back.

Not being able to wait any longer, I slip my joggers and boxers down my hips as I step up behind her. Snatching the yoni balls out of her, I toss them behind me. She screams as she cums again. Lining my head up to her opening, I push forward loving every single inch of the tight fit.

She whimpers my name as I make room inside her. I work my hips behind her chasing an orgasm that is so close to the edge I’m nearly falling over as soon as I slide in.

“Fuck, Fem,” I growl as her walls squeeze my cock for dear life.

I smack her ass and watch it jiggle.

“Fuck me back,” I demand.

She does the best she can, rocking back to meet my thrusts while being strapped down. My nut was rising up in me like a tsunami.

Reaching up I slide the plug in her ass out to the tip before pushing it back in. She arches like a house cat. I continue to slide in and out of her as I use the plug to fuck her ass. This is as close to a threesome as she will ever get.

Her cries of passion are music to my ears. She’s so fucking wet, her juices slide down my balls to my thighs.

My nut is surfacing so fast, my back locks up. However, I refuse to come before she gives me her fifth.

“Give me another one,” I grit out through clenched teeth as I continue to fuck her asshole with the plug.

“No, I can’t. I can’t,” she cries.

“Don’t tell me what you can’t do. You will fucking cum for me,” I growl

Her body jerks against the leather bench. She screams as she erupts like a volcano. Her cream oozes out around my dick as her walls lock down on me like I’m a prisoner inside her warmth.

Tossing my head back, I roar as I bathe her walls with my nut. I go so hard and long I lose my hearing for a second.

I pull out of her completely spent. While I pull my pants up, I admire the semen that drips from her slit.

I have a brief image of her belly full again. This time, a little girl with her entire face. The vision is so strong I can almost smell the powdery scent of a newborn. Opening my eyes, I come back to reality.

“Soon,” I say out loud. Charlie is still too young, and we have enough problems right now.

The image of Beast coming home covered in blood two days ago pops in my head. I needed to do something fast to save my youngest son.

After pulling out the plug, I unstrap Fem from the bench. Lifting her up, I carry her to the bathroom. Before sitting her on the edge of the tub, I kiss her lips.

“How’re you feeling?”

I had planned to make her wait a little longer before I brought her down to the room again. Although she’s healed from being shot, she still isn’t fully recovered. Which is one of the reasons I tied her to the bench and not to the swing.

She stretches, lifting her arms over head. “I feel thoroughly sexed.” She chuckles.

“Good.” I test the water for her making sure it’s the perfect temperature. I then add her bath bomb and relaxing oils. Once the tub is full, I help her climb inside.

Fem sinks down into the water, closing her eyes. I pull up the small stool beside the bath and take a seat.

“I need your help,” I say.

She laughs. “I should’ve known when you brought me down to this room you wanted something.”

“I have to have a reason to give you this top-notch cock?” I lift a brow at her.

She shakes her head. “Nobody said it was top-notch.”

“It’s the only cock you’ve ever had. How do you know it’s not the best?”

She taps her chin as if she’s thinking. “You’re right. I need to sample more dick so I can test your theory.”

“Don’t get fucked up in here.”

She laughs as if I’ve told the world’s funniest joke.

“I’m just kidding,” she says sobering. “Tell me what you need from me?”

I scratch at my beard. “I need you to keep a close eye on Summer.”

Her brows crease. “Why? You think something’s wrong with her?”

I shake my head. I’ve been around the girl for two weeks now. She seems genuine. Maybe a little talkative and awkward, but definitely harmless. Most importantly, she’s an amazing mom to my grandson and she’s head over heels in love with my son.

“No. She’s good. I just need you to keep an eye on her. Whatever is going on with Beast, she is the catalyst for it. If he goes off the deep end, she might be the only one to pull him back.”

Fem lifts from the tub, tucking her knees to her chest. “You think it will come to that?”

I’d like to think it wouldn’t. I’ve worked with Beast for twenty-five years. I know how dark he can go with his mother in his head. But this new thing is alarming. It doesn’t guide him, it takes over him.

A memory plays back in my head. It was the day I picked Beast up from Colleen. When I walked in that house and saw his naked body lying on the floor of that too little cage covered in feces and bruises, I was livid. I almost choked his mother to death in her home. I’d never tell anyone I put my hands on a woman that way, but watching her stare at him in disgust as if she wasn’t the cause triggered me.

After pulling him out of the cage, I wrapped his little body in a blanket. I marched down those porch stairs with Colleen hot on my heels.

“You don’t know what you’re doing!” She screamed at my back.

I placed Beast in the back seat of my brand-new Charger and slammed the door. Turning to glare at Colleen, I marched back up the stairs. She didn’t even back up as I approached her.

“You better be glad I’ve had my fill of killing women. Because if not, your ass would be dead right now.”

She smirked at me. “You still think he’s a little boy.” She shook her head. “You don’t know what’s buried inside him. He is evil.”

Done with her bullshit and not trusting my restraint, I turned and headed back down the steps. I needed space and distance between me and her.

“You’re fucking insane. You should get whatever mental disorder you have checked,” I shouted over my shoulder.

She laughed. It was the most diabolical laugh I’d ever heard. It stopped me in my tracks. I turned to face her. Right before my eyes, the glaze of delusion falls from her face. From the moment I walked in, she’d been overly cocky and smirking as if she was out of her mind. But for the first time she looked completely normal. Almost like a scared mother.

“If you let it out, you will never be able to put it back in again.”

“Let what out?” I asked truly confused.

“The real him,” she said stoically before turning and walking into the house.

At that moment, I chalked her words up to the ramblings of a schizophrenic. But after seeing him the day Summer was shot, I’m not so sure I can dismiss her claims anymore.

Then two days ago, the look on his face as he pleaded with her to take Sim’s shirt off was almost desperate. I think she is his trigger and his cure. It sounds insane, but I’m pretty sure I’m right.

“If you’re worried about her running off, you can relax. The girl is in love with him. She’s not going to leave him.”

“You loved me, but you still left.”

She tilts her head, watching me closely. “You know why I did that, Nathaniel. That’s not fair.”

I hold up a hand to stop her. “I didn’t say that to be an asshole. I’m pointing out that sometimes love will make you do something crazy even though you think it’s the right thing.”

She sighs. “All right. I’ll keep an eye on her. But I also think Beast needs to see someone. This new thing feels wrong.”

I shake my head. “He will never do it. Even trying to get him to see the shrinks at the Church when he was a kid was hell. The moment he suspects anyone trying to get into his head he will lose his shit.”

She’s quiet for a few seconds before she speaks again. “I guess you’re right.”

The way Fem cares for my boys makes me love her more. I know they’d never consider her a mother figure considering they are all older than she is, but I know they view her like a sister.

I nod, before standing up. I drop a kiss on her forehead.

“I’m going to shower. I’ll get you out when I’m done.”

I go over to the walk-in shower and turn on the water ready to wash the smell of sex off my body.

After getting out of the shower and getting Fem out, I put her to bed. She was too tired to go back up the stairs, so I put her in the bed in the playroom. I made my way down the hall heading toward the staircase when noises from the gym caught my attention. I head in that direction.

When I walk into the room, I freeze in place.

“What the hell is going on in here?”

Standing, with a big ass bowie knife in his small hand, was Gabe. Puzzler is standing in front of him showing him how to grip it.

Gabe drops his head looking down at the floor.

Emory immediately starts to sign. “Don’t be mad papa Priest. Gabe wants to learn how to fight. I just wanted to teach him a few things.”

I walk into the room and kneel in front of Gabe.

“Is that true, Gabe. Do you want to learn how to fight?”

He nods his head as he starts to flick his forefinger against his thumb.

“Hey,” I say getting his attention. “Lift your head and look at me.”

He slowly lifts his head, his fingers still flicking. Slowly, I place my hand over his, halting his flicking. He doesn’t turn to look at the action.

“Why do you want to learn to fight?”

Emory waves, causing me to turn to her. “He says he wants to—” I hold up a hand to stop Emory.

“I want him to answer,” I wink at her. She smiles and nods at me understanding my reason for stopping her explanation. If Gabe wants to learn to be like us, he has to be able to speak up for himself.

Gabe looks over my head.

“Look at me, son.” I wait until his gaze falls on me. “The first lesson you need to learn about being able to fight is looking your opponent or anyone in the eye. Even if it feels weird. Okay?”

He nods.

“Use your words.”

“Yes,” he finally says.

“Now, tell me why you want to learn to fight?”

He looks at Emory before turning back to me. “I want to be brave like Hulk.”

“Being able to fight doesn’t make you brave.”

“I know,” he says pushing out his little chest. “But I want to learn so that I can be brave and I won’t have to hide when something bad happens to mommy.”

My heart goes out to him. I know the feeling of being unable to save or help someone you love. It’s how I felt when I walked in on my mother lying on my kitchen floor. Watching her body slowly shrink due to the cancer ravaging her was one of the most helpless moments I’ve ever felt. So, I can imagine how terrified Gabe felt in that moment with Summer. Although, me nor his father would have allowed him to do anything in that situation, I understand his need to learn.

“Alright,” I say standing up straight. “If you want to learn how to fight, I will teach you.”

He cheers. While Emory does the sign for excitement.

“But you have to take it seriously. Both of you,” I turn to include Emory even though I know she doesn’t need any lessons. However, it will help Gabe catch on faster if he has Emory here to learn with him.

“You will meet me here every single day at this time. No excuses, okay?”

They both agree.

“Hand me that knife,” I say taking the Bowie from him. “We don’t learn to fight with weapons yet.” I hand the blade to Emory.

She picks up a yellow stuffed rabbit off the ground, twists its head off, and then places her blade down into the body of the rabbit.

“Can we start today?” Gabe asks, getting my attention back.

I shrug. “We sure can.”

“Yes!” he cheers.

“If we do this, we have to keep it between us. I’ll tell your mother and father eventually.”

I doubt Beast will mind me teaching his son how to protect himself, but I can imagine Summer wouldn’t quite understand.

“Okay, papa Priest. Can I get a nickname too?”

Placing a hand on his shoulder I shake my head. “Nicknames are earned,” I told him. “But I promise, when you’ve earned it, I’ll give you one.”

With his chin up and his chest out, Gabe nods making me feel prouder than I’ve felt in a long time. I loved my boys, and they have made me proud more times than I can count. However, it was something about seeing the children of my boys do great things that made me feel ten feet taller.

“Alright, the first lesson you need to learn is whenever you walk into a room, you need to check for all the exits.”

After nearly twenty-plus years, I finally had my new class of Deacons.