The Church’s Prodigy, A BDSM Short Story

By Robin Erotica

Away at a workshop for fundraising, the game is on for 22 year old Rebecca. The unmarried sweetheart of Eternal Hearts Baptist Church is put into a wicked predicament by her older mentor.

 

Under dubious circumstances Rebecca has to uphold and maintain a righteous conversation with her fellow church members over the speaker phone while unholy things are being done to her body.

 

Just one little wavering squeal or quivering moan of fleshly pleasures could be disastrous.

It is a total test of her self control.

 

If a down and dirty insta-smut story consisting of bondage and a dirty little game strikes your interest, then continue on if you dare.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Robin Erotica
• Release date: Apr 21, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224589814

Robin Erotica

In the genre of erotica it's a win win. I write dirty stories because I can. So you can read dirty stories because you can.

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THE CHURCH’S

PRODIGY

A BDSM SHORT STORY

ROBIN EROTICA

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in, including but not limited to, any form by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems. This book is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are of 18 years of age or older and are of non-blood relations. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, locations, places, businesses is purely coincidental. This book contains explicit sexual content and is intended for only adults 18 years of age and older.

If a down and dirty insta-smut story consisting of bondage and a dirty little game strikes your interest, then continue on if you dare.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter One

With the side of her head resting on the mattress, the prodigy of Eternal Hearts Baptist Church locked her angel like blue eyes on her iPhone next to her. As the length of her long blonde pony tail rested on her bare shoulder, twenty two year old Rebecca took a nervous deep breath as she anxiously waited to find out if someone at her church was going to answer the phone. Keeping one ear on the iPhone ringing over the speaker phone, and another ear on the light footsteps meandering behind her and what that meant, she secretly prayed that no one would answer the phone, especially her mother.

Rebecca thoughts raced as she laid there flat on her tits and tummy on the mattress. Please go to voicemail! Please go to voicemail! Please out of all the times, please go to voicemail! The time of the day the call was made, the odds were in favor that the office staff of her Baptist church had gone home for the day.

Yet the prayers of hearing the call go to voicemail, hearing her pastor’s voice saying that the call was missed and to leave a message and that the good Lord be with you would not come into fruition.