Chapter 4

I remained kneeling in the front pew, my fingers trembling as I recalled Father Damian’s sermon, each word directed towards me. I could still feel his gaze on me, as he’d spoken of temptation and sin.

The scrape of a boot against stone made my spine stiffen. I didn’t need to turn to know he was there, of course.

The rustle of his robes as he descended the pulpit steps sent my belly spiralling, my pussy already slick with anticipation.

“You linger, child,” Father ...