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“She lets me chase her,” Ghost said. “I’mnotgiving that up. And if I can mess with her all year?”

"Then I guess I need to get on board," Snake said dully, wondering how to get his head around it. There was time. He knew there was time. He could figure it out. But whatever happened, he wasn't going to be the one that broke the brotherhood.

Chapter 9

Petra opened her eyesafter her final nap to a purple and pink scene out the windows. Twilight had fallen and she was due with her seven shortly. She gave herself a mental check of her body and any twinges. None. It was a godsend, that tea, having healed her up, not leaving so much as an irritation.

Leaving the bed, she walked across the room to see what was waiting for her in a large black box. She opened it with an arched brow. “You have got to be kidding...” she said as she pulled the latex nun’s costume from the paper. “Good thing I know how to put this on without help.” She shook her head, wondering what the point of the gorgeous green dress had been, and walked into the bathroom to get the powder.

Twenty minutes later she was snapping the latex bodysuit between her thighs. The thigh-highs were latex, along with the habit, all black with white bands. Devil was one kinky son of a bitch, but she couldn’t deny that wearing the latex made her feel sexy and needy. And this shit was not cheap.

She picked up the small note, written on black paper with a silver marker.

Meet me at the Cathedral.

Thankfully she knew where that was, considering it was Devil’s domain. Both her scenes with him last year had been there, defiling the space with cries of need and submission. Tonight, she would unmask the man that had her body thrumming with his need to see her encased in rubber, and she would tell him just how much he made her feel.

She left the room, tottering down to the path on five-inch heels, noticing the stone paths were lit with torches. Night had fallen in her bid to get ready, and she stood in the growing darkness, readying herself. The path meandered into the dark forest, and she took her time, not wanting to work up a sweat, or fall and break something, seeing as the stones weren’t level.

Ten minutes after she left the house, she saw the spire, the cathedral lit up from the inside, making the stained glass glow, both inviting and ominous. Steeling herself, she walked forward, and up the stairs to the double doors.

The walk was part of it for Devil, his need to mess with her head front and center, but he didn’t realize that while the walk was meant to throw her off, she was eager to see what was waiting for her beyond the doors. Pushing them open, she stepped through.

It was impossible not to gasp at the scene revealed before her. The ruined church was lit up inside with hundreds of black and blood red candles, an unholy fire with the devil at its heart. He waited at the dais before the altar, dressed in black robes. "Come and kneel before me and tell me your sins," he told her, his modulated voice echoing oddly around the building.

She sauntered down the aisle, giving him time to look over her in the get up he had put her in, her hips swaying as she walked. As she made it to him, she lowered herself to her knees, landing on a velvet pillow, and looked up to him with a smile.

“Bless me, Devil, for I have sinned. It’s been one year since my last confession.”

"And what sins have you committed since your last confession?" he asked.

“I was lazy,” she began, lowering her head. “Not exercising as much as I should. And I ate way too much ice cream, because I was lonely.” She thought for a second. “And I lusted, over seven men, constantly, to the point where I touched myself more than once. I lied about a dog not being nice, because I didn’t trust the person that wanted it. And I had impure thoughts...” she looked up, “About you.”

"Your ass would beg to differ about the exercise." There was a flash of teeth as he grinned behind the mask. "But the rest? Naughty-naughty... Before I give you your penance, I think you'd better elaborate on these...impure thoughts..."

She licked her lips and then swallowed, her hands clasped in front of her. “I fantasized often, about you punishing me for my sins,” she began, “With the paddle.” She shivered, remembering the year before when he had swatted her ass while making her say hail Marys, “And then rewarding me for being your pious little girl.” She looked up. “And taking that mask off you, looking in your eyes before I sink to my knees to worship at your altar...”

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