[Part 1 here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/jqpyqz/a_good_mormon_girl_breaks_the_law_of_chastity/)
“So, again, I ask Kenzie… do you keep the Law of Chastity?”
Once, a few months prior, Kenzie had been home by herself. For one hour on a Friday night. All alone upstairs, her siblings had other activities and her parents were on a date.
This is an ancient longing. A feeling that must be ignored until the right time, lest… She was a woman. Blonde, curly hair. Impossibly small waist supporting the top of the hourglass. The moon was always the keeper of time, with Her shifting phases.
Kenzie pretended to ignore those stolen glances in the hall of her ward. Men with empty eyes. Few with eyes of that dark blue fire that sent a tingle down her spine. Her chastity depended on her ignoring them. And now, in the presence of Brother W. She could not hide.
Too many nights with her own fingers deep inside that small opening up into to her pelvis, desperately trying to find that end of her story, only to be met with a sullied and lackluster denouement. Powerless to seal her own fate.
Yes. Maintain eye contact. Even, metered breathing to an inner metronome. She could lie. She could lie convincingly, if only for this moment, God would forgive this sin, because without this lie, she would implode inwardly upon the fulcrum of her deepest, most violently suppressed desires.
*Necessary.*
“Yes, Brother W. I keep the Law of Chastity. I hold to the Iron Rod, and I keep the course. I have never… touched myself…?” Perfect. That feminine, high-pitched lilting quality at the end of “myself”. Innocence. She injected it, almost breathlessly, into those syllables which would either vindicate… or trap her.
He had the audacity to smirk. And on cue, she kept unraveling. Her ruse was failing.
“I have never been with a man, either.”
“Oh?” Brother W asked.
“Yes. You don’t believe me? I am *not* lying.”
“I believe you, Kenzie. And, I think that wraps this up. This is the end of your interview, and your Temple Recommend is renewed. You may go.”
Kenzie let out a relieved sigh. The energy of this meeting was foreign and dizzying. She wanted to escape as soon as possible. And yet, although she straight up in her chair as if to leave, she paused clasped her hands on her lap.
“Brother W?”
“Yes?”
“Why did you ask me these things, as if you were fishing for a different answer?”
He gasped. First at shock, and then… amusement.
“Fishing?”
“Yes, fishing. Probing. Clearly, you expected something *more* from my answers?”
*What are you DOING? This is dangerous. An escape route handed to you with proverbial bells and whistles, and you are tempting this… beast?!”* her inner voice chided. She didn’t care about the repercussions of danger.
Once again, he smirked, but with a more sinister mask than last time.
“I did?”
“Yes.”
And then came that moment. That ancient, inexplicable moment when the prey makes eye contact with her predator. The knowing of being bested, outwitted. Was any moment of release as satisfying as this? Was this freedom?
“Kenzie… the Melchizedek priesthood gives me the authority to execute both provide and to judge with a wise and *firm* hand. You understand these precepts, yes? You understand what you’re asking me for?”
The pause. His severe glance held her hostage, giving that merciful illusion of choice. And yet, at some unknown inflection point, she knew what her answer was. What she needed.
Brother W stood up. He wasn’t a large man or physically foreboding, but his eyes. His forest green eyes were fixated on her. They were wanting. Needing.
Kenzie knew what he wanted.
“Please…. take me, teach me, Brother W.” she whispered breathily.
Brother W walked around the desk, and then squatted down, at eye level with Kenzie in her chair. She was gripping the armrests and could not remember nor cared at what moment she began clinging, nails deep and desperate, into them.
“I am not going to *take* you. But I will teach you. I respect the dominion of the future man lucky enough to take you into the Temple, with the promise of cherishing you for all eternity, and his will on you. But I will teach you. All you need to do is stay in the chair, Kenzie.”
Brother W walked up to her, towering over her.
“I will teach you. I have watched you for so long. How precious you are, rarer than rubies. Or, I suppose given your green dress, rarer than emeralds. Heh, I wonder, can I fool a city from the power of your radiance? Cast an illusion of the man I wish I was? And will you travel there with a scarecrow, a metal man, and a lion in tow?” He smiled. He was full of admiration this time, instead of amusement.
She chuckled, matching his mirth at the reference.
“Do you know how special you are, Kenzie? The banality of this world… well. Never mind that now.”
He knelt, making eye contact with her in the chair.
“Are you sure? I want your consent. Not as a leader of the church. I want your consent to something more ancient than roles. Do you… understand, Kenzie?”
“Yes.” Her voice was still thready, and yet more breathless.
“Okay. If it is too much, please, promise me you’ll tell me.”
“Yes, Brother W.” She obeyed.
“Good girl.”
He placed his left hand on her right thigh, but instead of tracing up, he moved down, slowly. Along the fabric of her dress, meeting the hem, until he met the skin of her goosefleshed calf. He stroked up and down the length of her calf, until he came behind the back of her knee. She whimpered.
“Is this too much? Should I stop?”
“N-no… you can keep going.” She gulped. “Just… keep going. I will tell you if it’s too much. Trust me.”
“Yes, Kenzie, trust.” He grasped her right hand, looked into her eyes, and granted the most worshipful kiss on the back of her hand. “Stay with me, okay?”
“Yes, Brother W.” She had abandoned any paltry defense she may have had at her disposal.
He returned with both hands to the back of her knee. Slowly tracing, turning inwards and tracing up her medial, fleshy thigh, teasing and promising to met her wet sex with her fingers but never quite reaching that point. She was half-slump, fully surrendered into the back of her chair. He persisted, and returned to the top of her thighs, reaching forwards and to her lateral side towards her hip bones. The base of the hourglass.
“Kenzie, your body is exquisite. I can’t see you, but the way you feel… is such a gift.”
Now, with both hands involved, grasping her hips underneath the dress, he slowly moved his way onto the bases of his ribcages. Her skin had long ago erupted into goosebumps, and her breathing was shallow and audible. A quicker tempo than her usual slow, even-keeled breaths.
The tips of his fingers met the harsh underwire of her bra, so he moved downwards and kept tracing the parabola of her small waist, thumbs over his upper abs, kneading in a wanton, old Serengeti beat. Lightly tickling the top of abdominal muscles with the end of his nails. Never marking, only suggesting and teasing, of course.
“*Please…*” she begged. “Please touch and want me.”
He chuckled and moved his hands underneath her dress to the top of the cups of her bra. Sneaking his fingers underneath the satin cups, he stole movements onto her sweet, unsullied flesh. The perfect consistency. Firm and soft. Supple, yet compliant. These breasts were ethereal contradiction in the flesh. He couldn’t see them, yet imagine they were pale vanilla, and know they would be sweet on his tongue. With no resistance to the urge to resist knead, he turned his palms inward and deeper into her bra and over both of her pert and eager nipples. Kenzie’s flesh was excited underneath his hands Lightly sweeping over her erect nipples, he pinched ever so gently and love hearing her soft gasp and corresponding hip wave into her chair, as if she were trying to sink into the leather seat and hide from him.
*If only…*
“Kenzie, your breasts feel amazing. Truly. They are not for me to gaze upon. But they are perfection. I wish I could imprint the memory of their contour onto my palms. I have other plans for now, though. You see, when a woman is aroused, she becomes welcoming and wet. Do I have your permission to feel you? The quintessential you?”
She nodded, because that was all she could do. Her mind was gone.
Still kneeling beside her, he returned his hands from underneath her dress, and placed them on top of her lap again. He kissed the exposed part of the recess of her lower knee.
“You see, Kenzie, there are many ways for a woman to orgasm. You know of this, correct? Men can often be selfish in their pleasure when they spill their seed. But a woman… well, there are many roads to Rome.” He gave another wry smirk. “You know of your clitoris, yes?”
“Vaguely.” She gently gasped.”
“Yes, with nimble fingers or a tongue, you can find your release with that. Or, for some, within their sex… they can find release with penetration. And some women, with both. Do you understand? Promise me that you be unafraid in exploring those Roads, after this moment when I will be a distant memory. You promise?”
*”He says these thing so solemnly, like a desperate plea. Why does he sound so sad?*” she thought.
“Yes… I promise.” Truth be told, she didn’t fully understand what she was promising. Perhaps someday she would.
He moved both hands underneath the hem of her dress once more, slowly over the inner soft flesh of her thighs. His fingers extended and fanned as his pace slowed. She could feel that she was wet and was waiting for that inevitable moment when he would discover his wetness for himself. She was lost. She felt his fingers trace her vulva and opening.
“Kenzie, you are dripping. It is fantastic. Open your eyes and come back to me now.” He commanded.
She opened heavy eyelids and his brought his hands back towards his face from underneath her dress. She saw her own stringy, clear wetness on his fingers. *“Had she really made that?”* He grinned with immense satisfaction. And… before she could think about what he was doing, he brought his fingers to his mouth and slurped up her wetness.
“Mmmm….” He purred.
“Ah! Um… uh… you would *want* to taste me?! I mean, you think I taste… good?” she babbled, uncharacteristically sheepish and shy. She felt ruined in the most delicious way.
“Oh, sweet girl. You can’t imagine how fresh and sweet you taste. How many men would fight to taste you even for a second. Should I continue?”
*No! This is wrong! Sinful!*
“Yes please, Brother W.”
He smiled, rested the side of his on her knee, and once again traced her inner thighs towards her vulva. She moaned as he slowly traced her opening, as he only has his hands to guide him as she was still wearing her dress.
“Kenzie, can I please explore you with my fingers? You can say no at any time. I do not wish to intrude on you.”
“Yes please, Brother W” she whimpered out of choked desperation and heat.
“Hmmm, once more onto the breach, then.” He jested and smiled warmly.
For the last time, he moved spanned his hands and moved towards her pussy. He took his left index finger, traced her opening, and entered her. Her whimper only coaxed him on. With his finger inside, he rotated his wrist in alternating clockwise and counter-clockwise motions. She was tight, warm, and seeping wet.
“Mmmm. Kenzie, you are just as I expected.” He did not elaborate and left her to her moans and silent questions as she began grinding her hips downwards and side-to-side in her chair.
He began thrusting his finger inside her, alternating tempos, until he found the pace she liked. She clenched down hard on him, until with enough thrusting she started pulsating with his tempo.
“I… I!” she yelped.
“Yes, that’s it. Let go!”
He fingered her for several minute more, turning his wrist palm up and tapping against her g-spot while rubbing her clitoris with his thumb. Brother W knew she was close when she felt herself grinding her hips into his hand. He felt the weight of the world on his hand – what a privilege! This beautiful young woman giving him such *trust.*
She released, a small jet of clear fluid releasing itself onto her palm. Kenzie was partially slumped in her chair, and she saw only stars and halos intermingled with and around green eyes.
“I feel so… lightheaded.”
“You have time to collect yourself. We are safe here.”
He grabbed tissues from the desk and started wiping her thighs. He stole a kiss, and when she shuddered and moaned, he took more and lapped up the reaming fluid between her thighs.
“You taste so sweet and musky, Kenzie. Whichever man is lucky enough to have you in the future, make sure he appreciates the way you taste and feel. You sweet, precious girl.”
After some time, when her pupils shed their lusty blackness and shrunk back down to their normal size, he helped her out of chair and gave her a water bottle.
“Brother W… is this… is this what you do with your wife? Sister W? I mean, she is so beautiful. She is so lucky!” Kenzie gasped.
He stiffened his shoulder, and avoided her gaze for several moments, as if he needed to gain composure. A defense from pain and disappointment.
“No, Kenzie. She does not want this.” He did not elaborate any further.
Kenzie straightened her back, trying to make her frame larger and more foreboding.
“What…? That can’t be.”
“Kenzie, I’m sorry. Your interview is done. You have been found to be worthy. More than worthy, in fact. You can conduct your Temple duties as is what is required of you.”
There are men who look at the world with such haunting severity. Not every man can inspect and judge in such a way. It is a dark glance. But he possessed it.
“Kenzie.” He spoke in a commanding tone. “I will help you however you can with anything you need. Any questions or advice – I will be happy to help you. Please, just don’t speak of this to anyone.”
“I promise.” She meant it, in that moment.
Sinful secrets are the sweetest.
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Sorry for the wait! Things have been extra COVID-y this winter. But, I plan on writing more this summer. :)
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