LOGINChapter 7Damian stood before me, his dark eyes burning with a mix of lust and need, I was pressed against the confessional booth, the wood rough against my bare back, the rosary beads biting into my wrists as he bound me tightly. The veil that I wore around my face now pooled at my feet, leaving me exposed, my pale skin flushed, my breath coming in shallow, desperate gasps.“Confess your sins, Sister,” Damian growled, his voice a low, dangerous sound that sent shivers down my spine. His fingers traced the curve of my hip, his touch possessive, his other hand gripping the crucifix from the booth’s altar. He pressed it into my palm, forcing my fingers to close around the cold metal. “Tell me how you’ve defiled yourself with me.”I bit my lip, my body trembling as I met his gaze. The weight of the crucifix in my hand was a cruel reminder of the vows I’d broken, my faith I'd betrayed. But the ache between my thighs, the way my nipples hardened under his stare, it all told a different
Chapter 6“Arms behind your back.”I obeyed even though my pulse hammered in my throat as the cold metal of the handcuffs clicked around my wrists, binding them tightly. The leash tugged, guiding me forward until my hips pressed against the edge of the table.“Bend over.”I leaned forward, my chest pressing against the rough wood, my bound hands resting against the surface. The position left my ass exposed, vulnerable. I heard the cap of the oil bottle pop open, and the slick sound of him pouring it into his palm.Then his hands were on me.His palms slid over my skin, warm and firm, spreading the oil in slow, deliberate strokes. He massaged my lower back, his thumbs digging into the tense muscles before trailing lower, over the curve of my ass. I shivered as his fingers dipped between my cheeks, teasing the tight pucker of my hole.“Relax,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. “You’re going to take me here first.”My breath hitched, my body tensing. “F-Father, I—”The whip
Chapter 5I remained motionless, my breath shallow, my fingers laced together in my lap as I knelt on the cold wooden floorboards. Father Damian stood before me, his cassock draped over his broad shoulders. I kept my gaze fixed on the floor, but I could feel him, his heat, the way his breath. It’s like my body and mind had already recognised him.His fingers twitched at his sides, as if resisting the urge to reach for me.“Look at me, Alexis,” he commanded, his voice deep and low.I obeyed, lifting my chin just enough to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, unreadable, the pupils swallowed by the dim light. There was no kindness in them. Only hunger and ownership.“You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?” His hand lifted, knuckles grazing my cheek before his fingers curled into the fabric at my throat. “About what comes next.” He didn’t phrase it as a question. He already knew.I swallowed, my pulse fluttering against his touch. “Y-yes, Father.”A slow, knowing smirk tugged at
Chapter 4I remained kneeling in the front pew, my fingers trembling as I recalled Father Damian’s sermon, each word directed towards me. I could still feel his gaze on me, as he’d spoken of temptation and sin.The scrape of a boot against stone made my spine stiffen. I didn’t need to turn to know he was there, of course. The rustle of his robes as he descended the pulpit steps sent my belly spiralling, my pussy already slick with anticipation.“You linger, child,” Father Damian murmured, his voice as rough as he stopped just behind me. His fingers brushed the nape of my neck, tracing it beneath my veil. “Did my words move you?”I swallowed, my pulse hammering in my throat. “Yes, Father.”His chuckle was low. “Liar.” Before I could react, his hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back “You weren’t listening to God, were you? You were listening to me.” His free hand slid down my chest, His palm flattening over my breast, his thumb rolling my nipple through the thin fabric until it
Chapter 3 My dress was still hitched around my waist, my thighs slick with arousal. The weight of what we were doing pressed down on me, but it only made me wetter, my body aching for more. Damian stood behind me, his breath hot against the back of my neck as he leaned in. I could feel the crucifix before he even touched me. Then, the cold metal pressed against my bare skin, the jagged edges biting into the delicate flesh of my neck. A shiver ran down my spine, my nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of my dress. His hands slid around my waist, fingers digging into my hips, pulling me back against him. The difference was intoxicating, the warmth of his palms and the icy feel of the relic, the way his cock, already half-hard again, pressed against my ass through his trousers. “You feel that?” His voice was a low growl, rough with desire. “The weight of it? The way it marks you?” His lips brushed the shell of my ear, his words sending another shudder through me. “This isn’
Chapter 2The heavy oak door groaned as I pushed it open. The library was huge, my favourite part of the church.My veil brushed against the cold stone floor as I moved deeper into the dimly lit aisles. The only light came from the stained-glass windows high above.My fingers traced the spines of the books. Father Damian had been insistent on what he said: find the ledgers, the ones marked with the red seal. Though I had searched for hours, the section where they should have been stood empty.At this point i was frustrated. I exhaled my breath, shaky, and pressed my palms against the shelf, as if I could will the documents into existence.Then I felt warmth.A presence at my back, so sudden my pulse stuttered. Father Damian’s chest pressed against my shoulders, his breath hot against the shell of my ear as his arms slid around my waist, caging me.“Let me assist you, Sister,” he murmured, his voice a rasp. His hands were large and thick, and now they branded me through the layers of







