MasukChapter 2The space between his lips and mine vanished. It wasn't gentle or tentative, it was a collision, months of unspoken things finally breaking through. His mouth tasted of exhaustion and something metallic, probably from the cut on his gum where the cheap shot had landed. I dropped the water bottle and it thudded against the carpet, but I barely registered the sound. Marcus's other hand came up to thread through my hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he tilted my head to deepen the kiss. His thumb pressed against my jaw, right over the pulse point hammering beneath my skin. The bruise on his jaw was dark against my palm when I reached up to touch his face. He groaned into my mouth, a sound that vibrated through my entire body. We were both standing now, though I don't remember him getting up. His hockey sweats were rough against my jeans, and the scent of stale beer and sweat and Marcus filled my lungs. This was nothing like our usual touches at the rink, the casua
Chapter 1The blades of my skates carved clean lines into the ice. It's the only sound in the quiet rink at 5:17 a.m. My breath is fogged in the cold air as I push off, gathering speed for the final combination. Triple flip, triple toe loop, my body knew these jumps better than it knew walking some days. The harsh overhead lights glinted off the ice as I rotated, twice then three times, landing clean on the first jump, immediately launching into the second. My ankle wobbled slightly but held.I glided to the edge of the rink, chest heaving, steam rising from my overheated skin in the frigid air. That's when I heard the familiar squeak of shoes.Marcus stood there in his hockey sweats, two paper cups in his large hands. The bruise on his jaw from last night's game was already turning an ugly purple-yellow."Brought you rocket fuel," he said, his voice still rough with sleep as he approached the boards. "Two sugars, splash of cream, exactly how you like it."I took the cup he offered,
Chapter 7The heavy oak door groans shut behind us and Daniel's fingers dig into my arm, not guiding but claiming me, he pulls me away from the crucifix and my torn habit drags against the cold stone floor. The saints in their niches watch us pass, they all look horrified, I'm sure they know what’s going on by now…. I just don’t care anymore."Midnight," Daniel murmurs, his voice a low growl that gets me so excited. "On the altar. Where you were meant to belong to God."My pussy clenches at his words, slick and empty, craving what only he can give. I don't feel scared or hesitant. Just raw, animal need. I follow him up the three marble steps to the high altar, the place where I once dreamed of serving in pure devotion. Now I'll serve in depraved submission.He shoves me backward. My spine hits the cold marble with a thud that steals my breath. I don’t feel shame, only anticipation.Daniel tears at what's left of my habit and the wool rips so loud in the silence, exposing my naked body
Chapter 6I flip onto my back on the desk, legs spread wide. He enters me again, this time facing me. His eyes burn into mine as he fucks me, one hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my head swim."Look at me while I fuck you," he commands. "I want to see those pretty eyes when I fill this holy little cunt with cum."His thumb presses against my clit as he drives into me, the dual stimulation unbearable. I can feel another orgasm building, deeper and more intense than the first. The pressure keeps me in place, my body tensing, every nerve ending firing."Cum for me," he orders, his grip tightening on my throat. "Cum all over my cock like the dirty little slut you are."My vision whites out as my second orgasm hits. Waves of pleasure wash over me, so intense I can't breathe. My pussy clamps down on him, rhythmic contractions that milk his shaft. With a guttural cry, he buries himself deep inside me, his hot cum flooding my cunt.We stay like that for a moment, j
Chapter 5All I can feel is the slick warmth between my thighs. Daniel's cum leaks from my hole, soaking through the thin cotton of my panties and staining the rough wool of my habit. Every time I shift on my knees, the fabric drags against my swollen pussy lips, sending sharp jolts of pleasure and pain through my body. My clit throbs, still tender from all his rough handling in the confessional.Across the chapel, Daniel watches me. His dark eyes burn with possession and his mouth is curved in that same smirk that makes my cunt clench. He knows exactly what he's done to me, exactly how I'm sitting here in God's house with his seed dripping down my thighs. The thought should shame me, but instead my pussy grows wetter, the ache intensifying.Father Thomas drones on about temptation and sin, but my prayer has become a single word: Daniel. Daniel. Daniel. My fingers curl into my palms, nails digging crescents into my skin. I want him again. I need him again.The mass ends and the nun
Chapter 4I lie panting on my cot, fingers still buried deep inside my swollen pussy. The scent of my arousal fills the small cell, mingling with the faint smell of beeswax from the candle. My chemise is bunched at my chin, breasts exposed to the cool night air, nipples still hard from my orgasm. Tears sting my eyes, but not from guilt, only from the intensity of the pleasure that still ripples through me.My fingers slip out, coated with my wetness. I bring them to my lips, tasting myself. It's sweet and salty. I whisper Daniel’s name softly and I remember his rough fingers against my soaked panties under the oak tree just the thought of it makes my pussy clench with need. I fall asleep, dreaming of Daniel's hands, his mouth, his body pressing against mine. When morning comes, I'm startled awake by Sister Mary's sharp knock at my door."Elizabeth," she calls through the wood. "Father Thomas requests your presence in the confessional."My heart pounds. Father Thomas never summons m







