Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
I nod, choking a bit.
“Maybe just a water?”
“Sure thing,” he says with a grin. Then, he disappears for a moment into the kitchen before reappearing with a glass of ice water.
“Thanks, Elder Jessop,” I murmur, taking the frosty glass.
He nods. “Please, call me Bridge,” he replies. “Elder Jessop sounds too old and fusty. It’s a title for a grandfather.”
I giggle despite myself.
“Okay. Thank you, Bridge.”
I take a long sip of the water and set it down on the wooden coffee table before inhaling deeply. Goodness, what do I say now? The silence seems to be stretching out for an eternity, although I know it hasn’t been more than twenty seconds. I decide to get right into it, and nervously smooth my skirt over my knees.
“Bridge, I am so sorry you had to see what I was doing yesterday,” I say in a low voice. “I’m so embarrassed and I’ve been thinking about what happened non-stop.” That’s true at least because working today was nearly impossible. I sat in my office, re-living the events of last night again and again in my head. Did it really happen right here, in this chair? Oh god. But then I take another deep breath and meet Bridge’s piercing blue gaze because I have to own up to my faults, and accept the consequences.
“I promise you, that was the only time I’ve ever done something so crass on church property. It was totally uncalled for, not to mention unprofessional, and will never happen again.”
Bridge nods.
“But how do I know it’ll never happen again?”
I gape for a bit, my lips opening and closing like a fish.
“Um, because I promise? I swear, it was the only time and I don’t know what came over me.”
Bridge’s blue eyes gleam.
“No, I get it. It’s okay, Renee, because every woman has urges. I understand that. But you do have to be punished for behaving like a wanton whore in our sacred space.”
I deflate. “Punishment?” I ask in a weak voice. “Does that mean you’re going to tell everyone?”
He thinks for a moment.
“That would be a deterrent, certainly. But I think that’s too harsh, seeing that this was your first transgression, as you claim.”
I exhale before looking into his eyes.
“Then what did you have in mind?”
Bridge smiles, those blue eyes glinting. God, this man is incredibly handsome with black hair so dark it almost absorbs light, and those mobile, masculine features. Yet, even as I watch his lips, I know what he says is going to hurt. Even worse, I know I should be terrified, but instead my body quivers with excited anticipation. It’s as if I know that something dirty and depraved is about to reveal itself, and I can’t wait. Oh God, I truly am a nasty girl who deserves whatever comes my way.
Bridge smiles again, those blue eyes flashing like a predator.
“Well, I do have something in mind, come to think of it. This kind of punishment is generally reserved for girls who have trouble staying in line. Are you ready to hear it?”
I nod silently, my eyes wide. He smiles again, white teeth flashing like a tiger.
“Good,” he says in a smooth tone. “Tell me, sweetheart. Have you ever heard of the Mormon Dildo Challenge?”
I stare at him.
“What?” I ask, stunned. Did I just hear him right? But Bridge looks utterly unperturbed.
“It’s called the Mormon Dildo Challenge. Surely, you’ve heard other girls gossiping about it.”
I shake my head.
“Um, no. Maybe I don’t have the right friends?” I venture. “Because I’ve never heard a peep about your … um, thing.”
Bridge shrugs, his smile wolfish.
“Maybe I’ve overestimated, seeing that this is a special challenge that we reserve for particularly disobedient girls. Which would include you, Renee.”
I gawp at him. Literally, my mouth’s open as I stare.
“I know what I did was wrong, but is this something … I don’t know, illegal?”
Bridge isn’t thrown off at all.
“It depends on what you define as illegal.”
I stare at him again.
“Wouldn’t the law define that?”
He narrows those blue eyes at me, almost squinting a little.
“You know, little girls who ask too many questions get even more punishment,” he says in a faintly menacing tone. “They often find themselves in hot water before they even realize they’re in trouble.”
I nod immediately, biting my lip.
“My apologies, Elder Jessop. But please, tell me what this challenge entails.”
He sits back, that massive form relaxing against the couch.
“It’s not complicated, actually. Basically, we’re testing a young woman’s ability to stretch. Down there, of course.”
I stare at him again. This situation is quickly spiraling out of control, even as a heat grows between my thighs.
“Down where?” I ask in faint voice.
“In your pussy of course,” the older man says in a pleasant tone, like this is totally normal. “Basically, I’d line up a series of dildos on a table. You’d take off your sweet panties and then try each one out, starting with the smallest. You’d be stretching yourself, with me there as a witness of course.”