CHAPTER 3
I stand in the dim sacristy, the air thick with the scent of beeswax candles and aged wood, my pulse racing from why Father Dominic had called me to follow him. My thighs are still trembling, slick with my c*m after I hurriedly sat down to avoid Moyehr waking up and not finding me beside her. The eucharist linens lay neatly folded now, Father Dominic's looks angry and his eyes are blazing.
His cream cassock was moving around his legs as he shut the door.
'Esther! What in the Lord's name were you doing earlier? I saw you....fucking yourself with that sinful toy on the sacred chair. Explain yourself!' His half yells and his eyes drop to my chest where my n*****s expose against the thin fabric of my dress.
I lift my chin, and for the first time, I don't feel any shame, inste
