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I’d crossed that line of feigning innocence. That ship had shipped the moment I allowed Father Bridge to strip and tie me up.
Heat rushed to my face, the blush creeping from my cheeks to the tips of my ears. As if things weren’t already complicated enough, now Father Logan had walked into this mess. The room suddenly felt too small, the air too thin.
I gasped for air as Father Bridge pounded into me. I gave him the death glare while crying out at how much my body burned up. I sucked in sharp breaths, the crescendo of an orgasm rising through me at the worst possible time. I didn’t want to stop…
“How’s that feeling, beautiful?” Father Bridge asked.
My mouth fell open as the shock of the situation won out.
“How can you ask that when we’ve got someone watching, and you don’t seem to care?”
He shrugged. “We’ve shared before.”
“Shared? What’s going on?” I moaned, desperate for more.
Father Bridge’s gaze shifted to Father Logan, a silent exchange happening between the two men. I couldn’t make sense of it, but a worried feeling washed over me. The sensation hummed one undeniable truth—I was in way over my head.
The tension was palpable, but to my surprise, Father Bridge seemed perfectly at ease. The corners of his lips pulled up into a relaxed grin, his grip around my hips unwavering.
Father Logan, however, gave a curt nod in my direction, dragging over a chair from another table.
“I’ll wait until you two are finished,” he stated, folding his arms across his chest and taking a seat. “Of course, you could always confess your sin to me now, and all will be forgiven.”
I blinked, taken aback by his action. Confusion twisted my stomach into knots. I didn’t know where to look or what he expected me to say.
“You need to stop,” I said louder to Father Bridge, who did as I asked that time, his cock still buried deep in me.
“Is everything okay?” he asked genuinely.
“Are you serious?” I was about to lose my mind, then I turned to Father Logan. “I’m... I’m sorry you had to see this.” The words came out rushed and muddled, and I barely recognized my own voice.
Father Bridge chuckled at my apology. “Why are you apologizing, Kat?” he asked, amusement playing behind his eyes. “He’s got the best view in the world.”
Heat surged up my neck and spread across my face. A steady, painful thud in my chest resonated with my anxiety.
Just as I was struggling to find my leverage in the situation, especially with no hands to cover myself or stop Father Bridge, he rubbed his thumb over my clit. The bastard. I hated that I enjoyed it so much, I didn’t want him to stop. Part of me also enjoyed having Father Logan watching me getting fucked.
I was broken to have such fantasies.
“Are you going to confess?” Father Logan pressed the point.
“Well, it seems futile, seeing I’m in the middle of it.” I glanced up at Father Bridge, who grinned, staring down between my legs where he played with my pussy. Excitement coursed through me with the situation.
“I don’t know what you want me to say,” I continued. “That I let Father Bridge undress me, take my panties off, that I spread my legs for him, and enjoyed having him tie me up before licking me.”
The more I spoke, the more Father Bridge rubbed my engorged clit and the more I writhed on the desk as my chest arched. It was a losing battle, my focus on what was wrong and right becoming a blur.
“You have my blessing,” he said, leaving me feeling strangely odd considering my predicament.
“Good,” Father Bridge groaned. “I’m now going to fuck you senseless for Father Logan to watch.”
Instead of thinking straight, a moaning approval spilled past my lips. I had intended to ask if Father Bridge was going to confess, too, seeing he sure as hell was not innocent in this. I didn’t seduce him. But with his fingers digging into my hips, his cock thrusting in and out of me, I cried out for more. My pulse raced, and my insides were aflame.
“Harder,” Father Logan ordered. “It’s what she needs. To be punished. To be fucked until she creams all over your cock.”
Thrashing across the desk as Father Bridge hammered into me, his huge cock stretched me, making me scream. The distraction was too much for me to make sense of Father Logan’s words.
“God, please don’t stop.”
