LOGINI came back the next night even though my hands wouldnât stop shaking on the steering wheel. The church door felt heavier than usual when I pushed it open. My sneakers squeaked on the old floor as I walked down the aisle toward our confessional like it was the only place I belonged anymore.Michael was already there. I could feel it before I even sat down.I closed the door on my side and leaned my back against the wood. âIâm here.âHis voice came through the screen, low and tired. âI knew you would be. I tried to talk myself out of waiting for you tonight. I failed.âI smiled even though he couldnât see it. âSame. I told myself Iâd stay home, watch a movie, do something normal. Instead Iâm here again. Talking to a priest like heâs the only person who gets me.âA long pause.âSera,â he said, my name sounding like it hurt him. âWe need to talk about what happened last night.âMy heart beat faster. âYou mean when we touched?ââYes.â His voice dropped. âI havenât stopped thinking about y
I came back the next night even though I told myself I shouldnât.My hands were shaking a little as I opened the church door. The place was dark again, only a few candles flickering near the altar. I walked straight to the confessional like it was my new routine. Like I belonged there.Father Michael was already waiting. I could tell by the way the screen felt alive when I sat down.âYou came,â he said. His voice was quieter tonight. Rougher.âI said I would.â I pulled my knees to my chest on the hard bench. âI tried not to. I even drove past the church twice before I parked.âHe let out a slow breath. âI told myself I wouldnât wait for you. But I did.âThat honesty hit me hard. I closed my eyes and leaned my forehead against the wooden screen.âI keep thinking about what you said last night,â I whispered. âAbout seeing the real me. Nobody sees the real me, Michael. Not really.âHe stayed quiet for a moment. I liked that he used my name now without the Father in front of it sometimes.
Episode 1: What I Never SaidSeraI pushed open the heavy wooden door of the church at 2:17 a.m. My shoes were soaked from the rain, and my hoodie clung to my skin. The place was empty, quiet except for the distant hum of the heater. I just needed somewhere to sit that wasnât my apartment with its broken lamp and too many unanswered texts.I found the confessional booth at the back. It looked old and private. Perfect. I slipped inside the penitent side and closed the door behind me. The wooden bench was hard under my thighs. I leaned my head against the wall and closed my eyes.A soft voice came through the screen. Younger than I expected.âWelcome. Iâm here if you want to talk.âI almost laughed. âIâm not here to confess. I just⊠needed a place that wasnât loud or full of people asking if Iâm okay.âSilence for a second. Then he spoke again. âThatâs all right. You can talk about anything. Or nothing. Iâm Father Michael.âFather Michael. His voice had a roughness to it that didnât m
The club was finally empty, and the only lights left were the low red glows over the stage and the bar. Bottles of good whiskey sat open on the counter, two glasses half full. I walked out from backstage in nothing but a black robe that barely reached my thighs, my body still shaking from the storage room fuck. His cum had leaked out of my ass and pussy the whole time I cleaned up, but I left just enough to feel Owned. Ready.Vincent was already there, leaning against the bar in his black shirt, sleeves rolled up, looking every inch the powerful owner. But I saw it in his eyesâŠthe hunger mixed with something hotter. Heâd chased me into that back room. Heâd followed my text. The power had shifted, and we both knew it. Iâd always had it. From the first audition when he tried to act unimpressed.âPour me another,â I said, sliding onto a bar stool, crossing my legs slow so the robe slipped open. My bare pussy flashed him for a second.He poured the whiskey, sliding the glass to me. His
Ava had barely been back in the penthouse for an hour when her phone buzzed repeatedly. She pulled it out of her bag and saw a flood of messages, mostly from Tessy. She opened the first one, and gasped.It was a photo taken from a distance, as she had walked away from the restaurant earlier. The image was clear enough to show her face, and right underneath it was a bold caption:âMystery woman spotted in Nico Jordanâs inner circle, is she just the spa and wellness help, or something more? The city is talking!âIt was posted by one of the biggest society bloggers in the city, and it had already been shared hundreds of times.Ava tapped Tessyâs name to call her, and she picked up straight away.âDid you see it?â Tessy asked. âEveryone is sending it to me! âWho is this girl? Where did she come from?â Serena set this up, didnât she? She made sure someone was there with a camera!ââIt looks that way,â Ava said quietly, staring at the screen. âShe wanted people to see me, but also to make s
The second set nearly killed me. I danced like my body was on fire, pole spinning, ass shaking, tits bouncing under the lights while Vincentâs cum dried on my inner thighs. Every grind reminded me of his thick cock stretching me open twice already. The crowd screamed my name, cash piled up, but I only cared about the man watching from the shadows. His stare burned hotter than the spotlights.As soon as the music faded, I grabbed my robe and headed straight for his office like he ordered. My legs felt weak, pussy still tender and full. I didnât knock. I pushed the door open and stepped inside.Vincent was behind his big desk, shirt unbuttoned at the top, looking every bit the boss who just fucked his best dancer raw. The room smelled like sex and whiskey. He looked up slow, eyes dragging over my barely-covered body.âLock the door,â he said, voice low and commanding.I clicked the lock, heart pounding. âMiss me already, boss?âHe stood up, towering over everything. âStrip and get on
Nadia Morning light filled the room. The sheets were wet and smelled like sex. My pussy felt sore and swollen. Cum from Reid leaked out of me onto the bed. My nipples were red and sensitive. There were bite marks on my breasts and dark fingerprints on my hips and ass.Reid pulled me on top of him.
NadiaMorning light came through the gap in the curtains. My pussy felt sore and sticky with Reidâs cum from last night. My nipples were sensitive. There were clear handprints and bite marks on my breasts and ass.Reid was awake behind me. His hard cock pressed against my ass. His hand moved to my
NadiaMorning light slipped through the gap in the curtains and hit my face. I woke up slowly, my body still buzzing from last night. My hand had slipped between my legs twice before I finally fell asleep, thinking about Reidâs deep voice and the way his fingers had stroked my inner thigh. My panti
THE TEASEđ đDominicI stepped into the elevator at exactly 5:58 a.m. like I always did. Charcoal suit on, watch on my wrist, mind already running through the dayâs meetings. I hit the button for the gym floor and leaned back against the wall. Same routine. Same control.The doors opened on the me







