LOGINI came back the next night even though my hands wouldnāt stop shaking on the steering wheel. The church door felt heavier than usual when I pushed it open. My sneakers squeaked on the old floor as I walked down the aisle toward our confessional like it was the only place I belonged anymore.Michael was already there. I could feel it before I even sat down.I closed the door on my side and leaned my back against the wood. āIām here.āHis voice came through the screen, low and tired. āI knew you would be. I tried to talk myself out of waiting for you tonight. I failed.āI smiled even though he couldnāt see it. āSame. I told myself Iād stay home, watch a movie, do something normal. Instead Iām here again. Talking to a priest like heās the only person who gets me.āA long pause.āSera,ā he said, my name sounding like it hurt him. āWe need to talk about what happened last night.āMy heart beat faster. āYou mean when we touched?āāYes.ā His voice dropped. āI havenāt stopped thinking about y
I came back the next night even though I told myself I shouldnāt.My hands were shaking a little as I opened the church door. The place was dark again, only a few candles flickering near the altar. I walked straight to the confessional like it was my new routine. Like I belonged there.Father Michael was already waiting. I could tell by the way the screen felt alive when I sat down.āYou came,ā he said. His voice was quieter tonight. Rougher.āI said I would.ā I pulled my knees to my chest on the hard bench. āI tried not to. I even drove past the church twice before I parked.āHe let out a slow breath. āI told myself I wouldnāt wait for you. But I did.āThat honesty hit me hard. I closed my eyes and leaned my forehead against the wooden screen.āI keep thinking about what you said last night,ā I whispered. āAbout seeing the real me. Nobody sees the real me, Michael. Not really.āHe stayed quiet for a moment. I liked that he used my name now without the Father in front of it sometimes.
Episode 1: What I Never SaidSeraI pushed open the heavy wooden door of the church at 2:17 a.m. My shoes were soaked from the rain, and my hoodie clung to my skin. The place was empty, quiet except for the distant hum of the heater. I just needed somewhere to sit that wasnāt my apartment with its broken lamp and too many unanswered texts.I found the confessional booth at the back. It looked old and private. Perfect. I slipped inside the penitent side and closed the door behind me. The wooden bench was hard under my thighs. I leaned my head against the wall and closed my eyes.A soft voice came through the screen. Younger than I expected.āWelcome. Iām here if you want to talk.āI almost laughed. āIām not here to confess. I just⦠needed a place that wasnāt loud or full of people asking if Iām okay.āSilence for a second. Then he spoke again. āThatās all right. You can talk about anything. Or nothing. Iām Father Michael.āFather Michael. His voice had a roughness to it that didnāt m
The club was finally empty, and the only lights left were the low red glows over the stage and the bar. Bottles of good whiskey sat open on the counter, two glasses half full. I walked out from backstage in nothing but a black robe that barely reached my thighs, my body still shaking from the storage room fuck. His cum had leaked out of my ass and pussy the whole time I cleaned up, but I left just enough to feel Owned. Ready.Vincent was already there, leaning against the bar in his black shirt, sleeves rolled up, looking every inch the powerful owner. But I saw it in his eyesā¦the hunger mixed with something hotter. Heād chased me into that back room. Heād followed my text. The power had shifted, and we both knew it. Iād always had it. From the first audition when he tried to act unimpressed.āPour me another,ā I said, sliding onto a bar stool, crossing my legs slow so the robe slipped open. My bare pussy flashed him for a second.He poured the whiskey, sliding the glass to me. His
Ava had barely been back in the penthouse for an hour when her phone buzzed repeatedly. She pulled it out of her bag and saw a flood of messages, mostly from Tessy. She opened the first one, and gasped.It was a photo taken from a distance, as she had walked away from the restaurant earlier. The image was clear enough to show her face, and right underneath it was a bold caption:āMystery woman spotted in Nico Jordanās inner circle, is she just the spa and wellness help, or something more? The city is talking!āIt was posted by one of the biggest society bloggers in the city, and it had already been shared hundreds of times.Ava tapped Tessyās name to call her, and she picked up straight away.āDid you see it?ā Tessy asked. āEveryone is sending it to me! āWho is this girl? Where did she come from?ā Serena set this up, didnāt she? She made sure someone was there with a camera!āāIt looks that way,ā Ava said quietly, staring at the screen. āShe wanted people to see me, but also to make s
The second set nearly killed me. I danced like my body was on fire, pole spinning, ass shaking, tits bouncing under the lights while Vincentās cum dried on my inner thighs. Every grind reminded me of his thick cock stretching me open twice already. The crowd screamed my name, cash piled up, but I only cared about the man watching from the shadows. His stare burned hotter than the spotlights.As soon as the music faded, I grabbed my robe and headed straight for his office like he ordered. My legs felt weak, pussy still tender and full. I didnāt knock. I pushed the door open and stepped inside.Vincent was behind his big desk, shirt unbuttoned at the top, looking every bit the boss who just fucked his best dancer raw. The room smelled like sex and whiskey. He looked up slow, eyes dragging over my barely-covered body.āLock the door,ā he said, voice low and commanding.I clicked the lock, heart pounding. āMiss me already, boss?āHe stood up, towering over everything. āStrip and get on
Sophia woke up the next morning still feeling Gabrielās fingers inside her. She groaned and pressed her thighs together under the sheets. The man was dangerous. Way too good with his hands for someone she was paying to be fake.Her phone buzzed on the nightstand.**Gabriel:** Good morning. Last nig
Ep 1: EVERYTHING BUT SEXSophia leaned back in the leather chair of the quiet downtown bar, crossing her legs slowly. The black dress she wore hugged her curves just enough to feel powerful, but not enough to look desperate. She needed this meeting to go perfectly.Gabriel Voss sat across from her,
DestinyRoman walked into the VIP room on the fifth night looking different. No expensive watch. Just a simple black shirt and that same hungry look in his eyes. I locked the door behind him and leaned against it, wearing nothing but a tiny red thong.āYou came back again,ā I said, smirking. āFive
Roman was already in the VIP room when I walked in the next night. He looked good in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing those strong forearms. But his eyes looked tired.I locked the door behind me and leaned against it, arms crossed under my tits.āRough day, architect boy?ā I asked







