She nods, and I can’t help my squeal. I throw my arms around her, tears blurring my vision.
“I’ll miss you so much,” I whisper after a few long moments.
When I pull away, her brow is furrowed. But before I can explain that I’ll be leaving soon, my feet are swept out from beneath me.
The world flips over. Two arms carry me bridal-style as I’m held against a warm chest.
I grab my painting before it flutters to the grass.
“How many glasses has she had, Tamryn?” a lovely voice asks.
The girl shrugs, holding up her hands like she’s showing off her fingers. All ten of them.
I giggle. She has nice fingers.
My captor sighs as if I just said that last part out loud. “Thank you for keeping an eye on her. Will you lay her painting somewhere to dry? I’ll see to it that she gets it tomorrow.”
Tamryn nods, taking my painting. She passes me a little wave, and I wave back. Then I’m being carried away from the party and towards the looming, dark castle.
“My husband is going to kill you.” I snuggle against my captor’s chest.
“Will he now?” he chuckles, stroking my thigh with his fingers. The moon disappears behind a ceiling of stone. We’re walking through the castle, I think, but my eyelids are so heavy it’s hard to stay awake.
“Open your eyes, sweetheart.”
I don’t want to. I try to roll over, but my wrists catch on something along with my feet. Groaning, I ease my eyelids apart. But then they snap open.
I’m in a dingy room, completely naked, my thighs spread wide in front of me. My ankles are bound to two separate chain loops, holding my legs in the air. My wrists are bound either side of my shoulders while my back arches against some kind of bench.
It looks like a torture device, except the only torture I feel is the needy throbbing between my hips.
It doesn't take me long to figure out why. Two horns peek up from between my thighs as his tongue drags over my centre, over and over again. Someone moans. It’s me. A desperate whimper flies up my throat, and I squirm against my bindings. Stars close in on my vision.
“You will not come.” His magic steals my orgasm before it crashes over me.
“Are you out of your mind?” I pant.
Pain whips across my clit. My head tips back as I bite down a cry.
“You forget yourself, pet.”
Whimpering, I glance down to see Tauren standing between my thighs. He’s not holding his usual favourite riding crop. Instead, he holds a black whip with nine leather tails.
“Do not make me strike you again,” he growls, letting the tails of the whip stroke my sex.
I nod breathlessly, but my tingling entrance is already craving another strike.
“Where are we?” I whisper. I need to get it together.
Smirking, he places a large hand on my abdomen. “My personal dungeon. Do you like it?”
I blink the heaviness from my eyes and look around the room. We’re in some kind of cell. There are bars on one wall, while the rest seem to be made from packed dirt. The only light comes from the wall sconces outside. And there’s a musty smell, like we’re underground. “Are we under the castle?”
“Yes, little monster.” He strokes his thumb against my belly. “And we’ll stay here until I’m finished with you.” He lowers himself to kiss my breasts.
My head spins, and I let it fall back against the bench. “D-did you drug me again?” I rasp through my dizziness.
He laughs. “You drugged yourself with all that wine you drank at the party. I told you to stop drinking, but you wouldn’t listen to me, and now look where it’s gotten you.” He tips my chin down to look at him, but I can’t see straight. “Helpless thing,” he tuts.
