Oliver was staring me down, we were at church, nothing different
"what?" i ask turning to him "that's a risky skirt for church court" he smirked "my dad didn't mind" i shrug "that's good, don't worry i don't mind either" he had a cocky grin "shut up and listen to the sermon" i whisper harshly "sheesh yes miss bossy" he muttered
"i'm serious" i raise my brows "mhm yes ma'am" he says looking me in the eyes, "don't go there oliver" i say "but i already did" he shrugs
"when your dad prays, get up" i whisper "oh why?" he smirks "you know why oliver, you're practically begging don't act innocent now" i raise my brows
"oh i'm not, but amuse me what'll you do to me" he raises his brows "it's a surprise oli" i grin
"dear god-" his father begins to pray and oliver gets up at the speed of light, he's so needy
he's waiting outside of the sanctuary, "we'll go upstairs" i say, that's where the life group classrooms were but no ones in there during the sermon
i have my purse i clutch it in my hand and you can hear the handcuffs inside jingle a bit as i walk up the stairs
oliver's ahead of me so when i get up the stairs he's already leaning on the door waiting for it
i push past him and open the door, he walks in, this was our old sunday school classroom so it's funny we end up doing this in here
i open my bag "prepared" he snickers "you won't be laughing anytime soon" i mutter
"oooh so scary" he mocks i pull out the handcuffs and i see his adam apple bob up and down as he gulps
i push him against the wall begin unbuttoning his shirt, he's grinning looking down at me
i pull his shirt off his shoulders, i undo his belt, i see his boner basically pushing through his pants
i rub my hand over it and his breath hitches "court" he whispers breathily
"unzip my dress, don't touch my skin" i order, he groans "yes ma'am" he nods he slowly unzips my dress, revealing the lace set i had for him, he unzips it lord his fingers graze my skin until his cold hands touch my skin a bit more and i turn around quickly
i grab his neck i pull him down to my level and push my lips to his ear "no touching oli, you haven't earned that" i whisper harshly
"can we just get to it" he whines, "you don't deserve that" i say turning him around to put on handcuffs
i put it on snug but it's enough so he could get out if he wanted to, "get on your knees" his eyes soften i can tell he regrets the teasing but that won't save him now
i pull my dress down showing the front of my set, his eyes soften, i grab another thing out of my bag
blindfold
"you don't deserve to watch what i'm going to do to you either" i pull it over his eyes
"please- i'm so sorry" he whimpers looking up even though he can't see me and his wrists tug on the handcuffs
"you're so pretty when you beg, too bad that won't cut it" i say tilting my head down at him
i get on my knees, now stooping to his level, i push him back he's laying flat on the ground on his back
i unbutton his pants and unzip them, i graze my hand along the waistband of his boxers "fuck-" he moans
"i've barely touched you" i tease, "well i'm not stopping you" he groans "no, why would you" i say
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the pastors son
बेतरतीबwe grew up in the church, just the three of us, none of us were really religious but we had to be he was the pastors son, she was the deacons daughter, and their best friend was the daughter of the choir leader none of them were "goody goodies" li...
