All Chapters of Wild Dreams [An Erotic Collection]: Chapter 91

Sister AgnesThe next morning dawned with that crisp, holy bullshit air that always hung around the convent like a judgmental fog. Sunlight sliced through the narrow windows of our dormitory, hitting the rough stone floor and warming the chill that had settled in my bones overnight. I lay there in my narrow cot, the coarse sheets scratching against my skin, still replaying the night's chaos in my head. Father Elias's pathetic cries echoed in my mind—those high-pitched wails, like a goddamn kid throwing a fit over a broken toy. My pussy tingled at the memory, a dull ache reminding me how wet I'd gotten from breaking him. Beatrice snored softly in the bed across from mine, her dark hair splayed out like a halo of sin, while Clara mumbled something filthy in her sleep, her hand twitching as if she were still fingering herself.We'd left him tied to that chair until the wee hours, his sobs fading into exhausted whimpers before we finally cut him loose. I could still taste the salt of his