Charity & Phillips

Chapter 53 - nsfw

The Mistress was always ready to fulfill her martial duties since she was a girl. But when Phoebe and Thomas' engagement was finalized, she was not satisfied with the arrangement. She wanted to have someone older and wiser as a husband, not a scrawny know-nothing like Thomas Phillips. He would, of course, grow into himself. But it would be years before he would become the handsome, muscular and knowledgeable man most would recognize.

One may think besides Brian, Phoebe didn't love any other man outside of her marriage. But even those who seem the most perfect divert from what is expected from them. Especially when they feel their actions are anonymous.

Long before Phoebe jointed Thomas in holy matrimony, she the lady of the McDowney plantation. To those who knew Phoebe, she was always a terror to some degree. She always knew what she wanted and demanded it wholeheartedly. Besides her iron fist, from a societal perspective she was pristine. At every social event, she had the utmost class, rapport and enthusiasm.

It was only natural that she would attempt to hide her aversion to her engagement to Thomas Phillips. A lady would not speak publicly of how unhappy she was about her possible marriage! At first she did not stress about the prospect of marrying Thomas, such an arrangement was tentative. But as time went on it seemed that Phoebe's progressive nature as a modern woman would not spare her of an arranged marriage.

The local chapel was peaceful as the girl arrived. She was sure to come late that Saturday, banking that she would be the last Father Claudio would see. She moved the veil that was on her head to the side as she reached to open the confessional booth. Then she sat inside, shielded by the screen separating her from the priest.

She quietly spoke of her feelings about the marriage. Father Claudio was someone who she trusted dearly. The nature of their relationship being more familiar than one would expect, being that it was between a young priest and a local girl to be wed.

"I simply do not find attraction toward him." Phoebe admitted in a whispering voice. "I hoped to have a husband in which I'd enjoy physically. How could they expect me to love a man such as Thomas?"

Father Claudio could see Phoebe through the metal screen, as he could everyone who sat in the confessional. However, his staring at the door to the booth on his end gave some a sense of safety. Phoebe, however, did not seek anonymity during reconciliation. She was far too familiar with the Italian father.

"How old are you, father?" Phoebe asked, playing with her lace gloves while her hands rested in her lap.

"This is a space for you to speak about your own sins. Not to ask me questions." Father Claudio answered.

"I reckon you are about 30." Phoebe smiled, looking toward the ceiling of the confessional. "Just old enough to be worldly, but young enough to be filled with vitality."

"I am 27, Lady McDowney." Father Claudio answered. "Is that all you'd like to speak about? Shall you say the Act of Contrition?"

"When did you arrive here from Italy?" Phoebe continued to divert the subject. "It feels as though you've been here for millennia. Of course, our bond has progressed quicker than your average pair of acquaints. In fact, we wouldn't be acquaints anymore,"

"Please, do not speak any further Lady McDowney." Father Claudio. "You will say five Our Fathers and two Hail Mary's."

"Why must you call me Lady McDowney? In the past you called me Phoebe." The girl turned toward the screen, staring directly at Father Claudio. The Father attempted to keep his stance in the situation, continuing to look forward away from the screen.

"You are to be married soon. You are a young lady of status know, and you shall be referred to as such." Father Claudio answered. Phoebe enjoyed to look at his chiseled side profile through the screen. His words were meaningless to her, and she knew deep down inside they were meaningless to him too.

"But you know me." Phoebe answered back quickly, her lace-gloved fingers curling through the brass screen.

"Of course I know you, Lady McDowney. You have attended my services since I arrived in Virginia a few months ago." Father Claudio attempted to play it innocent. Phoebe, who was a strong woman even with her faults, did not settle for such a delusion.

"Must you act as if you haven't a clue what I'm referring to? You know me. In the biblical sense." Phoebe said in a high voice. The mention of the incident caused Father Claudio's blood to run cold. His green eyes stayed forward, avoiding eye contact with his temptress.

It happened slowly since his arrival. From the moment Phoebe met Father Claudio, she always gave him such a look of desire. He was only a man, and like he did with other women he noticed her beauty. But something was far too tempting to ignore about the girl.

As he would speak to the clergy on Sunday, she always sat in a front pew with her family. They always sat in the same order. Her father, who always wore a vest with a pocket watch hanging from his breast pocket. Then her mother, who constantly fanned herself during services. It must have been the black mourning attire she constantly wore, Claudio wondered who Mistress McDowney lost. Then Samuel McDowney, who never seemed to resonate with the messages spoken on Sunday. He always seemed as though he had a thousand thoughts and contradictions hidden inside of him.

And finally Phoebe, who always stared directly at Father Claudio with the slightest grin on her face. If one looked at her, they would hardly recognize what it meant. She was far too trusted and believed to be innocent. But Phoebe could not concentrate on the liturgy when her mind was constantly plagued with sexual thoughts for Father Claudio. She wondered what he looked like under all his priestly garments. She watched closely as he would drink from the chalice during service. How his lips would wrap around the cold cup. How his lips would consume the bread. How she wished he'd consume her.

No one would know of her actions. No one would ever think she'd sneak into the sacristy after Mass when Father Claudio was getting changed. No one would imagine that Father Claudio felt the exact same way when Phoebe expressed her attraction to him. And no one would ever believe how Phoebe got down on her knees, but it wasn't at all to pray.

The Italian priest would try to stifle his moans of pleasure as she suckled on him. He knew not where she learned such behavior. Yes, she was more than enough a woman, but yet to be married. Who was the man who taught her how to please in this way? The feeling of his member in her mouth caused her the sincerest sense of pleasure. 

And now here she was in the confessional, expressing her disappointment about her marriage. As if she were Medusa herself, Father Claudio couldn't help but look. To his shock, the Lady had unraveled her corset. Her shift was now revealed to him, the boning of her corset opened and laying limply around her. She enjoyed seeing his reaction to her, how his mouth opened at the sight of her breasts under her shift. She shut her eyes as she rubbed them, and he sucked in a breath as he touched his hard member.

"Father." Phoebe cried in the confessional. He was all too consumed by his hand stroking his member to answer. The both of them indulged in the sweetness of desire.