In The Name of The Father

Every Sunday Isabella came to see Michael and, after her visits, the lingering scent of her haunted him—sandalwood, jasmine, and something else elusively female. He wanted to ask her what it was. Truthfully, he wanted to buy it and dribble it on his pillows so he could sleep with her, if only in his dreams.

But, that was impossible, so he struggled to banish his fantasies and concentrate on other things; he tried to do his job. His cock throbbed though, each time she was near. He couldn’t do a thing about that.

Sometimes, he could see only bits of her face; in here, she was shadowed and mysterious. He’d summon images of her dark beauty in other settings and place them over the veiled person actually in front of him on Sundays. He liked to think of her in the sunshine, outside. He’d never seen her that way—her brown hair shining, her full mouth smiling and laughing. He liked to imagine her happy and not like she was when she spent time with him.

“Antonio had him killed. I heard them talking about it. They didn’t know I was in the kitchen and they laughed. They laughed,” Isabella said.

“You must go to the police.” Michael knew she wouldn’t, even as he said it; they’d had similar conversations before.

He’d also talked with several of the women Isabella’s husband kept on the side. They all feared Antonio Moretti too though, unlike Isabella, they also craved what his power, his influence, and his money could do for them.

Isabella wasn’t like them. She’d actually loved Tony when they’d married, years ago. Now, all she wanted was to escape him.

“You know I can’t do that.”

Michael sighed, curling his fingers around his cross. Surely, this was a test. Only trouble was he had no desire to pass it. What he wanted was to take Isabella away from anything that hurt her. He wanted to rescue her. He wanted to fuck her.

God help him.

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0 thoughts on “In The Name of The Father

  1. Beautiful. I love the depth of psychological detail here. And of course, as an ex-Catholic schoolgirl, I reacted on a personal level too.

    Thank you.

  2. O,

    Thank you.

    Michael is one of my favorite characters, probably for those reasons.

    I am toying with the idea of making him my priest in the Saint De Sade series. This background story certainly gives him an interesting beginning, and I’ve had many emails asking me to reveal what happened when Michael reached that cottage by the sea.


  3. Another one that left me breathless.

    I loved how there was more than one color. More than one note. The somewhat humorous observations, that melded seamlessly into some of the most intensely erotic, deeply sexual, very real descriptions I’ve ever come across. Very evocative. My fingers felt the texture of his cock, you wrote as if you’d done research with women to get it exactly right.

    Each story that I read, I worry about being disappointed. And each story I read, you prove my fears to be more and more wrong.

  4. hey miss oatmeal,

    I’ll try to never disappoint and, though I like the glowing words, I’ll count on you to let me know if I ever fail to delight.

    Thanks for reading with me…

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