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Copyright 2017 Daisy Rose
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.
This is a standalone short story that features a dominating black man who take control of a young virgin who yields to him utterly and completely.
It also contains scenes including exhibitionism (public park, church), exhibitionism & voyeurism, spanking, domination, and submission. If hardcore sex scenes in public places aren't to your cup of tea, then this many not be the book for you.
Chapters with 18+ scenes are indicated with an asterisk (*).
Lacey kept quiet as she saw Sister Clarice disappear into the confessional booth.
She was incredibly curious as to why the sister would head into the booth even though she knew there wasn't anybody on the other side of the panel to hear her confession.
Maybe she didn't want anybody to hear what she had to say? Whatever she was going to say, it would be between Sister Addie and God.
Lacey should really be leaving, she knew that. Yet, her feet was carrying her closer and closer to the booth, her legs no longer her own as she made her way to eavesdrop on the sister's confession. Carefully, she snuck into the booth, looking around to make sure she really was the only one there before sliding past the red curtains.
She crept into the unoccupied side of the confessional booth and paused when she heard moans from the other side of the panel. She had expected to her Sister Addie's deepest, darkest secrets. Unbeknownst to her, she was in for so much more.
She grasped the panel that separated the two sides of the booth and slowly cracked it open.
Her eyes took a moment to adjust, but her ears were picking up louder moans now that the panel was open. It took a mere moment for her to realize that Sister Addie wasn't alone. There was someone in there with her and the moans sounded decisively male.
Sister Addie's long black skirt was hitched up and she had her legs spread wide as she sat on the bench.
There was a man in the booth with her. She couldn't figure out who he was since his face was shielded from her. He had tattoos all over his arms and he kept the Sister's legs spread wide with his large hands on her ankles.
His head was bent and he was kissing Sister Addie hard, swallowing her moans as his strong fingers moved down her long legs to massage her inner thighs.
Lacey held back a yelp of surprise as she drank in the sight of the indecency happening right before her.
Civilized people confessed their sins in that booth!
She had to stop them!
Chapter 2* (Exhibitionism)
Chapter 3* (Exhibitionism & Voyeurism)
Chapter 4* (Stripped & Spanked Bare Bottom)
Chapter 5* (Vanilla)
Sneak Peek: Katrina (Dark Desires 11)
Sneak Peek: Jasmine (Dark Desires 10)
Sneak Peek: Ivory( Dark Desires 9)
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"Lacey's a dog's name!" the plucky five-year old blond exclaimed, standing in front of her desk with his arms across his chest.
Lacey looked up from the coloring book she was busy finishing and said in her most convincing tone, "It is not!"
"It is so!" he insisted. "My uncle has a dog named Lacey."
She stood up with such gusto that her chair fell down behind her. The entire class had dropped what they were doing to stare at them but neither paid the crowd any attention. Instead, Lacey and Shawn were glaring daggers at each other, neither willing to be the first to look away.
Lacey looked at the boy with as much hatred as she could summon in her brown eyes. She thought of all the reasons why she shouldn't punch him in the nose as she balled her fists. She only needed one. Sister Clarice would not be happy if she got into trouble for getting into yet another fight with the only black boy in school.
He was still nursing a small blue bruise below his left eye from the last time she punched him. She had nail marks on her small arm from where he scratched her. They were forced to shake hands and make up, but she still didn't like the boy.
Sister's Clarice's words echoed in her ears. She had pulled her to the side after she had an earful from the school headmaster. Once out of earshot, the young Sister responsible for raising her said, "People were already starting to think we're raising you as a racist child, for God's sake!" Sister Clarice clamped her hand over her mouth and said ten "Hail Mary's" for uttering God's name in vain.
Afterwards, she forgot to ask why Lacey had gotten in a fight with the young boy in the first place, or else she would've realized Lacey was right to punch the boy since he said a bad word in class.
"Lacey's a dog's name and you know it!" he insisted when she kept too quiet for too long.
"My mother gave me that name and it's beautiful," she insisted, lying from her teeth since she knew very well her mother did not name her. She had lived in the church all her life and did not know who her parents were.
The lie was short-lived.
"I heard you're adopted," Adeline chimed helpfully from beside her. The rest of the class were no longer interested in Shawn's insult of her name. Murmurs of her parents not really being her mother and father started filling her ears as tears filled her eyes.
There was nothing embarrassing about being adopted, Sister Clarice had told her that herself, but she couldn't help but feel lacking.
She turned to glare at the young black boy in front of her, her eyes telling him that this was all his fault.
There was a haughty grin on his face, pearly whites gleaming from his upturned lips.
Soundlessly, his expression said, "I won."
Little did they know this was going to be start of a long, long rivalry. One that would end with something neither of them could've ever imagined with their innocent five-year-old minds.
Thirteen Years Later
Lacey downed the last of her drink and licked the remaining salt crystals off the rim. She smiled gently to herself as she set the glass back on the bar.
Sister Clarice would lose her mind if she knew what Lacey was doing with her life now. But Sister Clarice was long gone. After years of service, she was finally given the opportunity to move to a town with an actual shopping mall. Good for her. She still wrote to Lacey occasionally. She sent long, lovingly hand-written letters via snail mail since she never quite got the hang of "The Facebook".
The woman who replaced her, Sister Addie, was a peculiar young woman who looked suspiciously like one of those harlots in nude magazines she's seen boys bring to school. She somehow managed to make the nondescript black and white religious habit look... seductive. The church's father was too old to pay attention to such things and Lacey didn't want to be a tattletale.