Todos os capítulos de The Reverend And His Plaything : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Mia.He growled. Actually growled. "Goddamn... you're gonna make me cum-fuck, Mia, your mouth..." I didn't stop. Faster now. The sound of my wet lips, the heat of my breath, the moans escaping his throat-it was a fucking symphony of sin. He thrust once..hard-and I gagged slightly. But I loved it. Loved the way his hands trembled, trying not to grab my hair. Loved the way he tried to stay quiet... but couldn't. "Fuck...fuck-shit...I'm close..." I pulled back, panting, strings of spit still connecting my mouth to his cock. "Cum in my mouth, Father," I whispered, stroking him now, fast and tight. "Give me my real penance." He locked eyes with me. Face flushed. Breath broken. "Open your mouth." I did. And in the next second, he exploded. Hot, thick, filthy. Right on my tongue. He gasped. "Holy fuck..." And I swallowed. Every drop. Then licked my lips. "Forgive me, Father," I said, smiling darkly. "I'm about to sin again." I stood up, shaky

Mia.When I reached Accademia di Brivento, the building looked bigger than I imagined. Clean, old brickwork with modern glass doors. It had that rich school smell-polished floors and history. I walked inside, straight to the administrative block, heart pounding a little. The sign on the door read School Director. I knocked lightly and pushed the door open. "Hi... hello," I said, forcing a polite smile. "I'm here for the school transfer process. The school called too." The woman behind the desk looked up, glasses low on her nose. She was in her fifties, strict face but with kind eyes. "Oh, you must be Mia Voss, right?" she said, flipping through a file. "Yes, yes, the Reverend recommended you. Father Thorne, correct?" I nodded once. "Well," she continued, "he actually put in a lot of words for you. If not, we wouldn't even have space. We're full this year. Almost had to close the admissions." My mouth dried up for a second. He really did that? "Thank you," I murmure

Thorne. She hesitated. Just a second. Her eyes flicked up to mine—wide, wet, unsure—but then she dropped down to her knees. Good girl. I leaned back into the chair, spreading my legs a little wider, watching every move she made. Her hands touched the floor first, then her knees slid forward across the polished tiles. Slow. Quiet. Obedient. Her pussy was still exposed between her thighs, wet and red from what I’d just done to her. I let out a breath through my nose. Controlled. When she reached me, she sat back a little on her heels, looking up at me. Waiting. My hand moved to my cock, wrapping around the thick base. Still hard. Still dripping at the tip. “You see this?” I said, my voice steady, calm—like I was reading scripture, not holding something filthy in my hand. “You made this happen. And now... you’re going to worship it.” She nodded slowly. I tilted my head. “Say it.” “I want to suck your cock, Reverend,” she whispered.

Mia. School was finally over for the day. The moment I got home, I went straight to the bathroom, had a long shower, then came out to the sitting room. Grandma was watching TV, laughing at some old comedy show. Normally, I’d find her laughter comforting, but right now, it was only adding to my already ruined day. Of course, it wasn’t her fault—but damn, everything was irritating me. She must’ve sensed it too, because she turned to me with concern. “Hey… how was school today? I mean, it’s your first day. I should’ve asked earlier,” she said gently. “Grandma… it was really bad. Like, terrible,” I muttered, folding my arms and scrunching up my face like I’d been waiting all day for someone to finally ask me that. “Well, it’s your first day at a new school—what were you expecting, huh? That everyone would be all friendly and welcoming?” she smiled a little. “I kinda thought so… I mean, it’s a small town. I didn’t imagine it would be such a war zone. Everyone feels

Mia. My mind was spinning in all directions. It felt chaotic and disorganized, like a whirlwind of thoughts. They were all jumbled up and messy. The thoughts felt tangled and dirty. And they were all about father Thorne. I could hardly process what was being said before the professor’s voice boomed across the room. “We’ll have a short test based on what I just explained.” My heart jumped. I blinked, snapping out of my thoughts like I'd been slapped. “Wait… what? Test? Now?” I stood up, confused and a little too loud. The professor raised his brow. “Do you have a problem with that, Miss Voss?” “Yes..I mean no...sir, it’s just… we haven’t even gone far with the course and I literally just started attending classes here,” I stammered. A few heads turned. Some snorted. “If your mind had been here,” he said, eyes narrowing behind those thick-rimmed glasses, “which it clearly wasn’t, you’d have heard me announce this ten minutes ago. So tell me, Miss Voss—where exactly