Exodus (BDSM Erotica)

By Imogen Linn

Volume 4 in the ‘Pessumae Christi’ series.
Jenny demonstrates the unique nature of the Pessumae Christi to some important visitors, under the watchful eyes of her Master, and learns more from Brother Francis about her own desires when he makes her dominate and punish her best friend...and she likes it.
Jenny learns that Father Sinclair is using her as a reward – passing her around his most favored acolytes. This pleases her greatly, but be careful what you wish for. Jenny learns this lesson well when she discovers it’s not only her Master who can offer her to his friends. The enigmatic Bishop Carmichael reenters her life, only to turn it upside down.
This 16,000 word story continues Jenny’s erotic journey, and features searingly-hot FFM and MMF encounters where both Jenny, and her friend Claire, are pushed to their limits.

EXCERPT

At precisely eight, she rapped on the door.
“Come in, my dear.”
The warmth of the office contrasted sharply with the chill from outside, and Jenny felt herself relaxing as she stepped across the threshold into the familiar room. A fire crackled cheerfully in the hearth, and Jenny saw two figures, who had been seated in the armchairs before it, rising to stand as she entered. But, as he always did, her Master commanded all of her attention. Her breath caught in her throat as his piercing gaze bored into her, holding her in place like a pin in a butterfly, impaled by the steel of his regard.
He rose to stand behind his desk.
“Welcome, Jenny. Perfectly prompt, as ever, and very presentable.”
She blushed at Father Sinclair’s gentle reminder of when she had entered his office wearing nothing but a collar and leash, meant to demonstrate her unswerving devotion to him, but which had backfired dramatically because Father Sinclair’s old friend, and now superior in the Order, Bishop Carmichael, had been visiting with him.
This time, Jenny felt far more comfortable as she took a closer look at the two men beside the fire.
They seemed young, perhaps in their late twenties or early thirties. Jenny herself was barely twenty-one, but completely oblivious to the irony that she considered these two men ‘young'.
She did a double-take as she studied them, her green eyes widening. They were exquisite, with jet-black hair in short, tight curls set above grey eyes that were studying her with as much interest as she was studying them. Both had aquiline noses and full, sensuous lips of a red so deep Jenny almost thought they were wearing lipstick.
But, that wasn’t what had startled her. The two men looked exactly the same, their appearances so similar that they could only be identical twins.
“Jenny, please allow me to present Brothers Francesco and Alessandro, emissaries from Rome.”
She curtsied, bowing her head respectfully as she mumbled something suitable.
“Gentlemen, this is Sister Meretrix – Jenny – the most perfect flower of our Order.”
Jenny blushed scarlet at such high praise from her Master, even as it warmed her to the tips of her toes. Praise from Father Sinclair was rare and precious, and such an extraordinary compliment was unheard of. But, she didn’t know who these men were, or why they were here, and Jenny had begun to learn that, although worldly concerns were not supposed to matter inside the Order, politics seemed to be an exception to that rule.
She kept her gaze downcast and her mouth shut. Whatever Father Sinclair wanted her to know, he would tell her. For now, if he wanted her to be a “perfect flower”, then that’s exactly what she would be.
The twins responded in Italian, the musical language making it sound as though they were singing. Jenny didn’t speak the language, but she had enough church latin to catch a few words and make educated guesses.
“Che bella ragazza!”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Imogen Linn
• Release date: Apr 21, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310368479

Imogen Linn

I write erotica, often with a BDSM kink. I was born in Chicago in the 80s (no, I'm not telling you what year - a girl has to have some secrets). I was always a bit of a wild child. My stories are mostly about good girls who end up submitting to dominant, older men. (Autobiographical? Who, me?) I try to write my sex raunchy, and make the situations and characters believable. For me, if there's no build-up, or I read something and think, "But, she wouldn't do that!" then it kills the experience. I write about encounters and situations that turn me on and get me hot. Some of them are (loosely) based on things that really happened, others are based on things I only wish had happened!

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Exodus

An Erotic Short Story

by Imogen Linn

Website: http://imogenlinn.com

Twitter: @ImogenLinn

Copyright 2014 by Imogen Linn

First Smashwords Edition: April 2014

Cover design by CT Cover Creations

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Jenny demonstrates the unique nature of the Pessumae Christi to some important visitors, under the watchful eyes of her Master, and learns more from Brother Francis about her own desires when he makes her dominate and punish her best friend…and she likes it.

Jenny learns that Father Sinclair is using her as a reward – passing her around his most favored acolytes. This pleases her greatly, but be careful what you wish for. Jenny learns this lesson well when she discovers it’s not only her Master who can offer her to his friends. The enigmatic Bishop Carmichael reenters her life, only to turn it upside down.

This 16,000 word story continues Jenny’s erotic journey, and features searingly-hot FFM and MMF encounters where both Jenny, and her friend Claire, are pushed to their limits.

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OTHER TITLES BY IMOGEN LINN

The Melody series

Melody in Lingerie (BDSM Erotica)

Melody Exposed (BDSM Erotica)

Melody in the Dark (BDSM Erotica)

Melody in Control

Melody on Loan (BDSM Erotica)

The Melody Variations

Melody Hooked Up (BDSM Erotica)

The Mesmerizing Caroline series

Mesmerizing Caroline – The Beginning

Mesmerizing Caroline – The Movie Theater

Mesmerizing Caroline – The Society

Mesmerizing Caroline – The Contract

Hypnotica – Mesmerizing Caroline 1-4

The Pessumae Christi series

Initiation

Revelation

Epiphany

Strip for Daddy

DP for Daddy

Daddy’s Little Cam-girl

Daddy Gets Caught

Double-teamed MILF

Gangbang MILF

Mile High Slut

Webcam Gangbang

Daddy’s Gloryhole Secret

Big in Japan

Dogging Slut

Gangbang Slut

Gangbangs - Volume 1

Revenge: Hot & Hard

Frat-House Gangbang

A Walk on the Wild Side

All Tied Up

Tricked (Blindfolded, Tied & Gangbanged)

Kelly, Trading Favors (MFM Menage Erotica)

Kelly, Begging Forgiveness (Spanking Priest Erotica)

Trust in Darkness

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Exodus

Brother Henry’s hand pressed hard on the back of Jenny’s head, his fist gripping her luscious red hair, pulling on it hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. Her face was shoved hard against his crotch, the wiry hairs tickling her nose, his rich, masculine scent filling her senses while his rigid cock thrust deep into her throat. Jenny fought to relax, the way she had been taught, letting him take his pleasure from her mouth.

Oh fuck, that’s good. Such a fantastic cock-sucker.

Brother Henry’s voice was normally jolly and affable, just like the rest of him, but now it was a deep, aggressive growl – almost menacing. Jenny felt a hot surge between her thighs as she knelt, naked, next to his bed. With her hands cuffed behind her, There was little she could do to pleasure herself – even if she had been allowed to – but she squeezed her legs together tightly, rocking from side to side. She moaned around his cock, lengthening it into a deep hum, the vibrations rippling along his hard shaft.

Brother Henry reacted as she knew he would, the sensations tipping him over into the climax he’d been fighting for so long, prolonging his pleasure and hers as much as he could.

Jenny felt his cock spasm, both his hands on her head now, forcing her head down, keeping her fixed in place as he shot his seed into the depths of her throat.

That’s it. Take it, you filthy little whore. Swallow my cum like a good slut.

Jenny did as she was told, a warm glow of contentment suffusing her body as her throat rippled, milking his shaft, his cum hot and heavy as it slid down her throat. He held her that way for what seemed like a very long time, only withdrawing when he began to soften.

Jenny looked up at the large man looming above her, her eyes shining. Brother Henry had always been one of her favorites, even before she learned the true nature of the Order of the Pessumae Christi. When she was a novice, Brother Henry had always had a knack for making her blush with a bawdy joke or a suggestive remark, and somehow, even after everything she had been through since then, she still found her cheeks reddening often in his presence. Admittedly though, these days it was sometimes her other pair of cheeks, reddening under his firm hand.

She rolled her shoulders to loosen them, after he removed the cuffs around her wrists, grateful for his help as he lifted her to her feet. Her legs were shaky after kneeling for so long, and it was a relief to join Brother Henry in the warmth of his bed after the coldness of the hard stone floor.

Jenny looked around. She had been here for several hours, and the state of the room bore testament to that. Brother Henry was known in the Order for his prodigious appetites, not to mention extraordinary stamina. The room was littered with discarded