Nun Robe Novels & Stories

I reach for my clothes on the floor. Ryder scoops them up before I can grab the first garment. “When you’re in my dungeon, in most Dom’s dungeons actually, you won’t be dressed beyond what they allow. If you need to go down the hall to the ladies’ room, I’ll give you a robe.” He places my clothes in the wardrobe, then hands me the silky cream-colored garment. It isn’t sheer, but it clings to every bump on my body, especially my stiff, aching nipples. I cross my arms over my chest.