All Chapters of Dirty Forbidden Confessions: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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HE CAME ON ICE (3)

Game day. I’m on the bench doing my job and trying not to look at him every time his line takes the ice. I’m wearing his hoodie under my team jacket. He noticed.He hasn’t stopped staring.Second period warm-up. A player from the rival team skates past me on the bench and slaps my ass. Open palm. Hard. He grins. “Sorry, sweetheart. Tight space.”The exact words mean something different from a stranger and my skin crawls.I don’t even see him move.One second the rival player is grinning, the next he’s on the ice with blood on his teeth.And the captain is on top of him hitting him with a fury that has nothing to do with hockey.He breaks the guy’s nose and keeps going.Two referees can’t pull him off.Three teammates finally drag him back and he’s got blood on his knuckles and his jersey and his face is blank in a way that terrifies everyone looking at him. The arena is silent.Ejected. Possible suspension. He doesn’t look at anyone as he skates off. He looks at me.I find him in the t

HE CAME ON ICE (4)

Three-game suspension. I treat his knuckles every night in the empty training room and the dynamic between us has shifted into something I can’t name. He’s stopped being cruel. What’s below is worse.He’s desperate in a way that has nothing to do with sex and everything to do with the possibility that I might leave.The last night of his suspension he takes me to his apartment for the first time. Sparse. Hockey gear in the hallway, textbooks on the counter, a bed too small for someone his size.On the nightstand there’s a framed photo. I pick it up assuming it’s family. It’s me. My athletics headshot. Printed and framed on his nightstand like I’m someone he comes home to.I stare at it and he stands in the doorway and doesn’t explain and doesn’t apologize and my chest folds over on itself.“How long,” I say.“Since September. Seven months before you were assigned.”“You framed a photo of a girl you’d never spoken to.”“Yes.”“That should scare me.”“Does it?”I put the photo down and p

HE BROKE HIS VOWS INSIDE ME (1)

My grandmother died and left me the house next to St. Augustine’s, and the priest who runs it has dark hair, broad strong shoulders and hands that grip the pulpit like he’s holding himself to the earth.His name is Father Callahan and he hasn’t touched a woman in fifteen years.I’ve spent two weeks brushing against him in hallways, wearing tops that show everything, watching him pray for the strength not to look at me.Tonight the church is empty and I’m sitting in his confession booth with my heart in my throat and my underwear already wet.The wood smells like incense and furniture polish, and when he settles on his side of the screen I hear his breathing change because he knows it’s me before I say a word.“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”“How long since your last confession?” His voice is tight, careful, the way you handle something that might break if you hold it wrong.I give him the easy sins first because I want him comfortable. Missed mass, took the Lord’s name in vain

HE BROKE HIS VOWS INSIDE ME (2)

The kiss is a disaster in the best possible way.His mouth too hard, angle wrong, teeth catching my bottom lip because he has never kissed anyone in his life, and the raw desperate hunger behind it is the hottest thing that has ever happened to me.Fifteen years of celibacy and denial pouring into my mouth. I can taste the longing.I take his face in my hands and slow him down, show him how to tilt, how to soften, how to let his tongue find mine.And when he gets it right, when his tongue slides against mine, his whole body shudders from his shoulders to his toes and the moan he makes vibrates through my teeth.“Like that,” I breathe between kisses, “just like that, you’re a fast learner, Father.”“I have spent my life studying,” he says between kisses. “You are by far my favorite subject.”“Fifteen years,” he says against my lips, his hands shaking on my waist, “fifteen years I’ve wondered what this tasted like and it’s better than communion, better than anything I’ve put in my mouth

HE BROKE HIS VOWS INSIDE ME (3)

The sacristy is small and warm and thick with the smell of candle wax. He sets me on the vestment table and I lock the door and pull him between my legs by his belt.“Shirt off.” When he pulls his clergy shirt over his head his body is lean and defined from whatever punishment he does instead of touching women.I run my hands down his chest and he watches my fingers on his skin like he’s witnessing a revelation.something miraculous. His stomach contracts under my touch. Every muscle responding to contact it’s never received.“You’re the first woman to touch me,” he says quietly, and the way his voice catches on the word first makes my chest ache and my pussy throb at the same time.“I’m going to be the last,” I tell him, and reach past his shoulder for one of the thick altar candles.I light it with the matches sitting beside the holder and when the flame catches I tip it over my collarbone. The first drop of wax hits my skin sharp and immediate and I gasp.and I gasp as the burn spre

HE BROKE HIS VOWS INSIDE ME (4)

I hold his face and wipe the tear with my thumb and say “stay with me, open your eyes, I want to see you”and when he opens them they’re wet and black and the most honest thing I’ve ever looked at.“Move,” I whisper. “Start slow. I’ll tell you everything.”He pulls back and pushes in and his whole body shudders and the sound that falls out of him is somewhere between a prayer and a sob.“I had no idea,” he says against my forehead, his hips finding a careful rhythm. “I had no idea the human body could feel like this. How does anyone think about anything else?”“Faster,” I tell him, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him deeper. “Harder. You spent fifteen years learning discipline, Father, now use it on me. I can take everything you have.”The discipline breaks all at once and suddenly he’s fucking me on the vestment table with wine drying on my skin and wax marks on my breasts and my wrists bound with his stole above my head.He braces over me and drives in deep and prays ou

THE FRAT AUCTION (1)

The charity auction was supposed to be innocent. Dinner and a movie with whoever bought your "date package." My sorority sisters dared me to volunteer, and I figured some nervous econ major would bid fifty bucks and take me to Applebee's.Instead, five guys from Kappa Sigma pooled their money and outbid everyone in the room. Three hundred dollars. For me. The entire sorority went silent when Zane, their president, called out the winning bid.Now I'm in their basement, and it doesn't look anything like I expected. They've set it up with mattresses covering the floor, soft lighting from lamps placed in the corners, music low in the background. Candles, even. This wasn't spontaneous. They planned this. They knew exactly who they were going to buy before the auction even started."Rules first." Zane stands in front of me while the other four fan out behind him. He's tall, easily six three, broad shouldered, with a voice like gravel and dark eyes that haven't left my body since we walked th

THE FRAT AUCTION (2)

They give me barely a moment to recover before Zane is flipping me onto my back on the mattress. He strips off his shirt, revealing abs and chest that make my mouth water, then positions himself between my thighs. His cock presses against my entrance, thick and demanding."You ready for the real thing, baby?""Yes." I'm still shaking from the first orgasm, still twitching. "Please, yes, I need it inside me."He pushes in and I gasp. He's big. Bigger than his fingers prepared me for. Stretching me open while the other four watch with hungry eyes, stroking themselves to the sight of their president claiming me first."Fuck, you're tight." He bottoms out and holds, letting me adjust, his jaw clenched with restraint. "This pussy was made for us. Made to be fucked by all five of us tonight.""More." I rock my hips up into him. "Please, I need more.""Greedy already." He laughs and starts moving, long deep strokes that make my toes curl. "We've barely started."Cade kneels by my head, guidi

THE FRAT AUCTION (3)

I don't know how long they've been fucking me. Time stopped meaning anything after the second or third orgasm. Maybe the fourth. Maybe the tenth. I've lost count of everything except the feeling of being filled, used, claimed by five men who have decided I belong to them tonight."DVP time." Zane pulls out of my ass, leaving me empty and clenching around nothing. "She can take two in her pussy. I know she can handle it.""Fuck yes." Brooks finally moves forward, his turn at last. "Been waiting for this all night. Watching everyone else have their fun while I stroked myself.""You're going to feel so good," I mumble, barely coherent. "All of you feel so good.""Sweet little slut." Cade laughs. "Still complimenting us even when she's half broken."They arrange me between Zane and Brooks, my back against Zane's broad chest, facing Brooks. Both of their cocks press against my entrance at the same time and I feel my pussy flutter with anticipation and fear."Breathe, baby." Zane kisses my

THE FRAT AUCTION (4)

I'm wrecked. Completely and utterly destroyed. My body is limp on the mattress, covered in sweat, trembling uncontrollably. I can barely hold myself up. My legs are useless, shaking so hard I couldn't stand if my life depended on it.They've been fucking me for hours. The candles have burned down. The music has played through its entire playlist twice. I've lost count of the orgasms, lost count of the positions, lost count of how many times each of them has been inside me."Final position." Zane arranges me on my back in the center of the mattress. "Circle up, boys."They stand around me in a ring. All five of them looking down at where I'm spread out like an offering, a sacrifice on the mattress altar. Their cocks are hard and glistening with my juices, evidence of everywhere they've been inside me. They start stroking themselves in synchronized rhythm, fists moving steadily."This is what we bought you for." Cade's voice is rough, strained with need. "This moment right here. All of

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