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Yes Father
03 | My Little Devil
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Warning!
Remember, this book is for 18+. Don't go reporting my shit!
Trust me. You will feel uncomfortable if you are not prepared to read this book. Also, note every character involved in sexual activities in this chapter is of or over the age of 18.
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Weeks passed since Cassie's arrival at the boot camp. Yet, it was still so hard to follow the rules. It was fucking exhausting.
"My back hurts," Harper groaned as she sat on the rock nearby.
Cassie giggled, pulling the weeds from the garden. "It will hurt for three more months."
"God, I hate this place."
Cassie's eyes drifted to the side, seeing Father Damien observing the students from the cabin's porch. He always watched to see if everyone did their duties. His penetrating gaze swept over the grounds before landing on Cassie, holding her stare for a moment longer than was probably deemed appropriate at her crouching position. A spark flashed between them before Damien looked politely away, though not before Cassie spotted the hint of a smile playing at his lips.
"Cassandra?"
She looked to see one of the Sisters, Sister Camila, approaching with a smile. "Hmm?"
"Sister Margaret wishes to see you in her office. Please follow me."
Cassie's heart sunk—what fresh punishment or lecture awaited her now? Bidding a worried Harper goodbye, she marched toward the dreaded headmistress's lair with slow reluctance. Upon entering, Cassie was surprised to find Father Damien seated across from Sister Margaret. Sister Margaret sat behind a large oak desk, her stern features softened by the dim light filtering through the curtained windows. Father Damien sat, his expression unreadable. Cassie's eyes darted between the two figures, her mind racing with anticipation.
Damien couldn't have snitched on her.
"What did I do?" Cassie huffed, urging herself not to roll her eyes.
"Sit down, Cassandra," Sister Margaret commanded. Cassie obeyed, sitting on the uncomfortable wooden chair facing the desk.
"Before you even start, I have not done anything."
"Well, it has come to our attention that contraband was discovered near your cabin," Sister Margaret began sternly. "Cigarette butts, to be exact. Care to explain yourself?"
Cassie's heart thudded in her chest, her mind scrambling for a plausible explanation. She couldn't afford to be caught. She met Sister Margaret's gaze, her voice steady. "With all due respect, Sister, those could've easily been left by anyone. I haven't seen any cigarettes near my cabin. It's likely the boys around the camp sneaking around and doing it after curfew."
"This is not a game, child," Sister Margaret muttered.
"You can't prove they were mine."
"I—"
Father Damien, who had remained silent until now, cut in. "I agree with her, Sister Margaret. The boys have been known to bend the rules. It could be them. Plus, Cassandra has been improving in her conduct since arriving."
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Yes Father | 18+
Romance"Will you be obedient?" Damien groaned as he touched her, spreading and admiring her. "Yes, Father," Cassie stammered, her toes curling as he stuck a finger inside. She watched as Damien crouched, pumping his finger in and out of her, carelessly, wi...
