SIENNA’S POV**

I barely slept.

All night my mind replayed Father Lucian’s low command: “Wear nothing under that dress.”

By the time the sun went down the next evening, my pussy was already swollen and slick with anticipation. I chose a simple white sundress — innocent on the outside, sinful underneath because there was nothing beneath it. No bra. No panties. Just bare, sensitive skin brushing against soft fabric every time I moved.

My nipples were hard peaks pressing visibly against the thin material as I slipped into the empty church after dark. The candles flickered low, casting long shadows across the pews. My heart pounded so hard I could...