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to succumb to the devil’s whispers, but seemingly of its own volition, my hand creeps down to where I’m aching for her the most.

Biting my lip to keep silent, I exhale harshly through my nose when my fingers run through the sticky juices gathered there, and I bring them up to rub against my clit. I start slowly, getting faster and faster, pressing harder and harder until sparks of pleasure are zinging through me. I almost cry out when the orgasm hits, but I tighten my teeth around my lip until it feels like the skin might break. I somehow manage to stifle it as I shiver through the aftershocks.

I pull the blankets more firmly around me until I’m cocooned in them, and rolling over, I let my eyes drift closed. A feeling of satisfaction washes over me as my pussy drips with the sweet juices of sin. I’m on a slippery slope, battling with my illicit desires and the need to remain loyal and diligent to my faith, but I’m sliding fast and I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to regain enough control over myself to stop.

When I finally awaken again, it’s brighter in the room and much later than it was. I’m not sure how long I’ve slept for this time, but when I turn over, I see Faith praying by her bed. I let out a heavy sigh of relief. With her and Mother Bitch both watching me, I can’t afford to misstep any more than I already have. There’s only so much they will let slide, and I’m guessing the real reason Mother Bitch ordered Faith and I to share the room was to ensure I didn’t fall any farther from grace. Our accommodation has sufficient space for both of us, but with a second person in here it feels smaller and more constricted.

I stretch out my body before sitting up. My leg muscles are tight from the strain I put on them, keeping them in place when Faith was punishing me. I almost want to see what other misdemeanors I can commit to tempt her to do it again, but with my luck she wouldn’t hang around to hear me plead with her next time.

I change out of my nightclothes, not bothering to hide my body from Faith, who I catch looking at me when I turn to grab clean clothes. Her eyes burn into my back when I slowly roll my stockings up each of my legs. I’m teasing her now, delaying pulling on my underwear while showing her my ass, which I can guarantee is still pink if not bruised from her hand. I want her to see the marks she has left on my skin, and if I’m honest, I want her to be as affected by them as I am.

I move to the simple wooden wardrobe beside my bed and open the doors. Reaching in I take out a fresh habit and put it on. Lastly, I return to the bed, and lifting the habit to my waist, I slowly pull on my underwear, careful to draw it out for as long as possible. I don’t laugh, I don’t giggle, I stay deadly serious the entire time. I can feel Faith still watching me, and when I’m finally ready to begin the day, I turn to face her.

Faith’s arms are crossed under her breasts, and even with the modesty granted by her habit, I can see the smooth curve of them beneath the material. A smile twitches at the corner of my lips, but I hold it back when I see the swirl of anger in her gaze. Good, it worked. She’s angry with me, only this time I’ve done nothing but silently taunt her while preparing for the day ahead. Satisfied I’ve frustrated her as much as she does me, I kneel by the bed and complete my morning prayer.

Chapter Ten

Sister Faith

Sister Emily is trying to get to me, to make me lash out and show her that I’m not as perfect as I seem. I’m not a fool, though, and this time, I won’t play her games, no matter how hard she tries to tempt me with her wicked ways...even if at some deeper level I might want to.

The day is filled with chores: cleaning, baking, and anything else that needs to be done. It passes uneventfully with Sister Emily working dutifully alongside me, and for once, she doesn’t take multiple breaks or duck out early. I