Lessons in Sin

by Pam Godwin

“Because I messed around with a guy? The Queen of England has done more than that at least four times. What’s the big deal?” “The Queen of England is the longest-serving female head of state in world history. She didn’t achieve that status by engaging in oral sex with a Burger King employee.

“Oh, Tinsley.” A wolfish smirk. “A little breath play and some red marks are nothing compared to the brutality I inflicted on women. I can’t fathom the thought of hurting you the way I hurt them. I won’t. Every instinct inside me demands I protect you.” His mouth inched closer, coating my lips with the warm taste of whiskey. “I respect you.”

Everything about Tinsley was a tantalizing, kinky, forbidden slow burn. I didn’t even need to touch her, and I felt like I was having the best sex of my life.

“Also, every girl knows that when a well-proportioned, powerfully built, humanlike creature—who could possibly be mistaken as a man—asks for her panties, she should just hand them over. Resistance is futile.”

And there, on the floor of the church before the altar, Father Magnus Falke broke his vow of celibacy and took my virginity.

I hadn’t been called to be a priest. I’d been called to be hers.

“I’ll never hurt you.” I held her gaze in the mirror, fucking her with my dick and fingers. But I would give her a little discomfort. Some pressure. A bite of pain. Nothing she couldn’t handle.

While she concentrated on breathing, I reached around her and washed my hands in the sink. Then I ran clean fingers through the slick folds of her pussy, reawakening her desire.