I’m set back on the ground, and the shadows at my wrists pull my arms into the space between my breasts.
This is rest, I dimly realize. But I’m still on display. My want drips down my thighs, and my nipples stay budded in the chamber air, which chills me even more now that I’m sheened with sweat.
Still, I exhale, relief slowing the pulsing between my legs. Logic returns. Reason. A little dignity.
That was humiliating,I realize after the feeling comes back to my arms.But not a total mind-breaker.
I can do this—survive this.
I glance at the timer, thinking I only have to get through a few more?—
My stomach drops.
I thought I’d endured at least half the punishment already. But only the tiniest, most insultingly piddly amount of sand has fallen to the floor of the bulbed device.
I stare dumbly at the glass, trying to reconcile the magnitude of what just happened with the minuscule amount of time that has elapsed.
But then the shadows lift me into the air again, and this time when they vine off, they move down my back.
Oh moons…
My earlier wishnotto look at the king is suddenly granted—because the shadows rotate me, turning me around to offer up my backside.
Another wave of humiliation crashes over me when they part my cheeks… exposing the hole I’djustallowed them to clean during my bath.
“Oh good,” Veyrion’s voice is almost gleeful. “I was hoping your kind have these as well.”
Oh moons, he wouldn’t…
Hewould.
Hetotally would.
A whimper slips into the crook of my arm as a shadow slides into the forbidden hole.
“Anything you want to say?” he asks behind me, mild as ever. “A plea for mercy, perhaps?”
Of course I want mercy.
I want to scream at him—for being a twisted kinghole who strikes contracts with innocents who have no idea what he’s truly capable of.
But I grit my teeth until my jaw aches. Iwill nottell him to stop. Ihave toget through this.
I conjure the image of the garden I’ll leave behind.
If I can just?—
“Aah! Aaah!”
A sound somewhere between a breath and a warble escapes when the shadow finds yet another hidden pleasure point inside me.
“It appears you have a special bundle of sensitive nerves back here as well.”
Sensitive isn’t even the word for it.
I knew… I mean, my parents were a legacy pairing. Two people who preferred their own sex but made an arrangement for the sake of producing a child. So I’d already put together that men could find their pleasure there.
But I didn’t know women could, too.
