Lahat ng Kabanata ng LUSTFUL DESIRES { An er*tica collection}: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

...Father Maxwell stared at me for what felt like forever, his fists clenched so tight I thought he might break his own fingers. His eyes were dark, conflicted, and burning with barely-contained lust.Then, without another word, he stepped back and shut the door in my face.Click.I stood there in the hallway, stunned, my pussy still throbbing and my silk nightie hiked up around my waist.He actually shut the door on me.I smiled slowly. "Challenge accepted, Father."------The next morning, the church was unusually quiet.Grandma Nelly had called earlier to say there was no program today — some diocesan meeting or something — and all the workers had been given the day off. It was just me and Father Maxwell in the entire building.Perfect!I waited until I heard him moving around in the rectory, then put my plan into action.I stripped completely naked in my room, leaving my clothes in a pile. My full breasts felt heavy, nipples already hard. I didn’t even bother with a towel.I w

...The next morning, morning prayer felt like pure torture.We knelt side by side in the small chapel. Father Maxwell’s voice was steady as he led the prayers, but his hand was under my skirt the entire time.While he recited the words with perfect calmness, two thick fingers were buried deep inside my pussy, slowly pumping in and out. I had to bite my lip hard to keep from moaning out loud.“Our Father who art in heaven…” he said smoothly.At the same time, his fingers curled inside me, stroking my G-spot while his thumb rubbed slow circles on my swollen clit.I was dripping down his hand, thighs trembling as I tried to keep my breathing normal.“Hallowed be thy name…”He pushed a third finger inside me, stretching me open while continuing the prayer like nothing was happening.I was losing my mind. My nipples were rock hard against my thin top, and I was soaking his fingers.When prayer finally ended, Father Maxwell stood up calmly, as if he hadn’t just been fingering me through

...He ignored me, carrying me straight through the rectory and into the guest room I had stayed in before. He kicked the door shut behind us and tossed me onto the bed.Before I could sit up, he was on me.He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, then reached into the drawer beside the bed. He pulled out two long silk scarves — ones I had never seen before.“You ran from me,” he said, voice low and dangerous as he tied my right wrist to the bed frame. “You thought you could escape what you started.”He secured my left wrist to the other side, spreading my arms wide. Then he moved down and tied my ankles to the bottom corners of the bed, leaving me spread-eagled and completely helpless.I tugged at the restraints, heart racing. “Father… what are you doing?”He stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at me with dark, hungry eyes. My dress had ridden up, exposing my panties. He reached forward and ripped them off in one swift motion.“I have morning mass to attend,” he

"Another rejection" "LARA'S POV" I stood outside the fancy downtown cafè, staring at the “We’ve decided to go with a more experienced candidate” email on my phone. This was my fourth failed interview this week. My feet ached from walking in cheap heels, and my stomach growled because I’d skipped lunch to save money. At twenty years old, I was drowning. Rent was due in four days. My savings account had $47.82 left. My part-time waitressing gig had cut my hours again, and my student loans kept sending those terrifying “Past Due” reminders. I was one bad week away from sleeping on the street. I dragged myself back to my rundown apartment building, the eviction notice still glaring at me from the door like a neon sign of failure. FINAL NOTICE — PAY OR VACATE I slumped against the wall in the dirty hallway and slid down until I was sitting on the floor, hugging my knees. Tears burned my eyes. I was so tired. So fucking tired of fighting every single day just to survive. That’s w

..He stood in front of me, towering, powerful, and completely in control. His eyes never left mine as he waited for my answer.I swallowed hard, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure he could hear it.Damon leaned down slightly, his voice low and deliberate.“So tell me, Lara… are you ready to accept everything that comes with this position?”I looked up at him, my cheeks burning. The double meaning in his words was crystal clear. He wasn’t just talking about the job. He was talking about the arrangement. The “Daddy” arrangement.I thought about the eviction notice. The empty fridge. The endless rejections. The fear of ending up on the street.And then I thought about him — this powerful, gorgeous man who was offering to fix everything.I took a deep breath.“Definitely,” I said, my voice surprisingly steady. “I accept the position.”A slow, satisfied smile spread across Damon’s face. It wasn’t just a professional smile. It was dark.“Excellent choice,” he murmured.He walked back