Semua Bab The Forbidden Sisterhood: A Collection Of Forbidden Stories : Bab 161 - Bab 170

Over the next four weeks, Mia's tutorials with Brennan followed the same pattern:90 minutes of intense academic work...he pushed her harder than any teacher ever had, demanded excellence, critiqued ruthlessly, forced her to think deeper than she'd ever thought before.And 30 minutes of equally intense sex...in his office chair, on his desk, against his bookshelf, on the floor. He fucked her pussy, her throat, eventually her ass. He made her come until she lost count. He used her body with the same intensity he challenged her mind.And Mia thrived.Her grades in his class skyrocketed....from 68% to 92% in four weeks. Her papers improved dramatically. Her class participation became confident instead of hesitant.But it wasn't just his class. Her performance in all her classes improved. Because Brennan had taught her how to think critically, how to push herself, how to demand excellence from herself."You're becoming the scholar I knew you could be," Brennan said one evening after a par

The text arrived at 10:00 PM on Saturday night.Chapel. Midnight. All five of us. Special ceremony. Wear your habit and nothing else. This will be the most sacred profane thing we've ever done. - HenrySister Veronica read the message three times, her heart racing, her pussy already getting wet with anticipation.A midnight ceremony. In the chapel. With all five priests.She knew what this meant. They'd talked about it in passing during the last rectory session—Father Marcus had mentioned wanting to do something more ritualistic, more ceremonial, something that acknowledged the sacred nature of what they were doing even as they desecrated every holy symbol in the process.And now it was happening.Veronica spent the next two hours in a state of nervous arousal. She took a long shower, dried her hair, ensured her body was clean and ready. She didn't relieve the pressure in her breasts...they'd want her full, producing copiously for whatever they had planned.At 11:50 PM, she slipped ou

Father Thomas: "We claim you in darkness and light. In public and private. In the chapel and the garden and the confession booth and the rectory. Wherever we are, whenever we need you, you will come to us.""Blessed be our holy offering."Father Joseph: "We will use you gently and brutally. We will fuck you with love and with violence. We will worship you and degrade you. We will treat you as sacred and as profane. Because you are both. You are everything.""Blessed be our holy offering."Father Chen: "And in return, we will protect you. Care for you. Ensure your needs are met. You serve us, and we serve you. This is mutual. This is consensual. This is sacred despite its profanity.""Blessed be our holy offering."Father Henry finished: "Sister Veronica, do you accept this consecration? Do you accept being our holy offering, now and forever, until one of us dies or leaves or this arrangement naturally ends? Do you accept everything we've said here tonight?"Veronica, still kneeling an

"Please," she begged, tears streaming down her face from the intensity. "Please, Ash....""Not yet. Be patient."He tortured her for what felt like hours but was probably only twenty minutes. Every time she got close to the edge, he'd slow down, denying her release, keeping her right on that desperate precipice. All while the tattoo machine buzzed and bit and marked her skin permanently.Finally...fucking finally, Ash set down the machine and cleaned the fresh tattoo."All done," he said, his voice rough with barely contained lust. "Beautiful work, if I do say so myself."Maya couldn't even look at the tattoo. She was shaking, soaked, desperate, her pussy clenching around nothing.Ash stood, and her eyes went immediately to the massive bulge straining against his jeans. He caught her staring and laughed darkly."See something you want?""Please," she whimpered. "Please, I need...""What do you need, Maya? Use your words.""I need you to fuck me."Ash unbuckled his belt with deliberate

Elena turned on the faucet, and water flowed smoothly with no leaks. "Perfect. Thank you.""My pleasure." Marcus moved closer, and suddenly they were inches apart. "But I think I found another problem while I was working.""What problem?""You." His hand came up to cup her face. "You're the problem, Elena. Standing here looking like that. Watching me work with those hungry eyes. Bending over in those tight pants. You've been driving me crazy since I walked through that door.""I...I don't know what you mean...""Yes, you do." His thumb brushed over her lower lip. "You called me here knowing exactly what might happen. Wore this outfit on purpose. You want this as much as I do."Elena should have denied it. Should have pushed him away.Instead, she whispered, "Yes."Marcus's mouth crashed down on hers...hard, demanding, claiming. Elena moaned into the kiss, her hands clutching at his bare shoulders as he backed her up against the counter."Tell me to stop," Marcus growled against her li