My boss pats my shoulder, gives me a piece of paper with directions. "Today you get to photograph Bray Wyatt. We need a poster for next month's issue." This will be the first time I've worked with Bray professionally, and the idea is a bit frightening. We haven't seen much of each other in the last two weeks, our last time we took a shower together after he seen my scars. I still can't get over Luke and Erick's eyes on me as I walked from the shower area out of their locker room. Mine and Bray's secret isn't exactly a secret anymore. "Great. I haven't worked with him yet." I manage to reply as I pick up my gear bag. "Take a few photos of him while he's answering questions for an interview. Quick and easy. The location is on a back road, it's fantastic. Very Wyatt like." He reassures me. "Don't be intimidated by Bray. I know some of the female staffers are nervous around the Wyatts, so I have Peter out there to interview him." I can't help but smile at that. "Oh it's okay. He doesn't scare me."

I thought I'd never find the dirt road I'd been directed to. Once I finally did, I discovered why. A dilapidated little church stood at the edge of a line of old oak trees, it's worn facade sporting a coat of once cheery white paint. Bray sat on the steps of the small church, already speaking with Peter when I drove up.

He stood when I walked up, his hands in his pockets as he leaned against the wall. "Where do you want me to stand, darlin?" He asked, pronouncing the 'darlin' with a heavy handed southern drawl, making my heart speed up. I trained my camera on him, framing his broad shoulders in my camera lens. Peter asked him something about his next opponent and he answered him flatly, all of his attention trained on me. He licked his lips, staring at me as I moved about planning my shot. The corner of his lips curled into a devious smile when I got on my knees, training my camera upwards on him. I snapped a quick photo before Peter asked another question and the smile faded.

I motion for him to go inside and he walks through the doorless frame. The inside of the church is worn and weathered, the doors and windows long since removed. He strides to the pulpit area, bracing his hands on the worn podium as if in mid sermon. This time I smile at him from behind the camera as I snap another shot. Peter asks if there are other members of the family besides himself, Luke, and Erick. "Yes, there are many of us." He replies. "And always looking to expand the family." He said, staring directly at me as he spoke it.

Peter finished his interview and said he had to leave. "If it's okay, Bray, I'd like to take a few more pictures of you. Just to have some extras on hand." He nodded. "Fine with me." "I can't stay…" Peter said lightly. "Oh it's fine. I know Bray pretty well." I said and Bray grinned, amused by our private joke. "Okay. Text me when you get back to the office, okay?" Peter called over his shoulder as he left. I snapped a picture of Bray smiling as Peter left.

"He's worried I'm going to throw you across a pew and ravage you." Bray chuckled as he hung the sheep mask on the pulpit and I snapped another photo of him standing behind it. I bit my lip and he he grinned broadly at me. "Dirty girl…you want me too, don't you?"

He motioned for me to come over and I sat my camera on the nearest pew. Without a word I got on my knees behind the pulpit, pulling his pants and underwear down. He moaned, grabbing the sides of the pulpit as I pleasured him. I scratched his hips again like last time and he moaned louder, reaching down to run fingers through my hair."you're so bad, but so very good at it."

He stopped me and helped me to my feet, picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. He carried me to the nearest pew and ripped his hawaiian shirt off. He laid it across the dirty pew before laying me back against it, kissing me harshly. He disposed of my clothes quickly, my skin prickling with the touch of the autumn air in the open church. He smiled up at me, his hypnotic eyes watching me as he grazed his lips down my torso. "I see our choice of location has you excited too." He teased as he rubbed me through my underwear. "You're welcome, this place was all my idea." He said and I moaned as he peeled my underwear away and stroked me with his thumb. "Oh god.." I moaned as his warm mouth covered me. He slid his hands across my inner thighs, reaching up to grab my ass before putting my legs over his shoulders. "That's right, call his name." He said as he slid a finger in.

My body rises off of the pew, arching up to his devil's tongue. "God…" I moan and he quickens his pace, nearly sending me over the edge right there. "Now now, what did I tell you about coming before I say so?" He chided me and pulled away, grabbing the sheep mask from the pulpit. He slid it on over his face before pulling my legs around his waist again. He leaned really close, the sheep mask inches from my face. "How bad do you want me?" He asked and I pulled him closer, kissing the mouth of the mask. He rolled on a condom quickly before he entered me, moving painfully slow.

I groaned in frustration at how he was torturing me. He laughed behind the mask, reaching down to rub up my stomach and grasp my breasts. "Remember, I'm in control here." He teased. "Now…ask nicely." "Please…" I groan. "Good girl." He replied, moving a bit faster. "Please.." He tilted his head to the side, a creepy gesture with the mask on. He pulled back and rammed into me forcefully, laughing at the surprised moan he raised out of me. He gripped my hips and moved hard again. "Say my name." "Please Bray…" He picked up speed, moving hard and fast against my hips. He tore the mask off and tossed it aside, his mouth exploring the flesh of my torso.

He grabbed at the sweatbands he seemed to loathe now and tossed them aside, kissing at the old scars. "Good girl." He commented when he saw there were no fresh ones. "You're my good girl. You're too beautiful for these ugly scars." He slowed his pace, taking the more gentle route as he leaned down to kiss me. The look on his face made my breath catch in my throat. He looked at me as if I were something fragile, something he needed to protect. He slid both hands down my sides, moaning as he moved quicker.

He slid his hand down between us, rubbing my sensitive area with his thumb. "Oh god." I moaned as his lips sought mine. "Come for me." He groaned. "Harder." He slammed into me and his thumb moved quickly, driving me crazy. "Oh Bray…" I fell over the edge, taking him with me and he came, leaning close and panting in my ear. He kissed the side of my face and my ear as he fought to catch his breath. He picked me up and switched places with me, taking my seat on the pew and pulling me into his lap.

He stroked my hair as he held me close, my head against his bare chest. "I'm pretty sure we're going to hell for this." I joked, still panting. "It was worth it." He laughed, the sound rising up from his chest under my ear. "If we're both going to hell, maybe we can keep this habit up." He kissed the top of my head and held me closer in an odd sort of hug. I could tell he wanted to say something to me, something that seemed to be troubling him, but he didn't. He kissed me again, gently, and sighed. "I guess you'd better get back to work before Peter gets suspicious." He joked. "He'll be fine."

"You're my favorite sin." He joked as he held me tight, my head tucked protectively under his chin. "That's the first time I've been told that." I laughed. "I'll have to add that to my personal list of achievements." He kissed my forehead in response, chuckling, before we got dressed again.

He leaned into my car window, crushing my lips with a kiss. "Goodbye for now, my puppet." "Goodbye Bray." I replied, starting my car. He had that look again, like there was something on his mind but he didn't say anything more. He patted the top of the car before striding off to his truck.