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I secured the vibrator against her clit with the material of her underwear, then I slipped back down to her center with my bare fingers, needing to be just a little deeper. She took me in effortlessly, and I sunk two knuckles into her wet core, then continued until I bottomed at the base of my fingers. I hooked my fingertips inside her, rubbing purposefully on her frontal wall, while the toy sent shockwaves through her from the outside.

“You’re perfect.” I purred against her cheek, while I felt her body tensing and releasing on my fingers. It was all the confirmation I needed. “It looks like I found your favorite spot, Bijou.” She was breathless in my hands. “But I’m going to need a bit more from you if you want to open that door.”

“I can’t.” She gasped. “It’s already too much.”

“No.” I nipped at her neck, “it’s not nearly enough.” I switched the mode to a pulse, and activated an alternating cooling and warming sensation. Then I placed my thumb firmly against that vibrator, and used a free hand to pin her roughly against the wall by one of her wrists. I used my weight to completely eclipse her small frame. “It’s not enough until you’re crying, Sela.”

Don’t kiss her. I demanded of my sane mind, and that desire for something so intimate had long been a foreign thought in my head. This is a game, I reminded myself next, when she clawed at my shoulder. You’re only doing this to torture the Dream Weaver, I yelled at myself in hopes of grounding myself. Neither one of us is thinking clearly, I needed to drive that notion deep in my skull to combat the way she was grinding against my hips, sharing some of that pressure and stimulation. She’s human, I skated my lips up her cheek to the corner of her eye, and I let the first hint of tears bead on my lower lip.

Could I have just one little taste? The amount of need and wanton affection in that final thought ripped me into consciousness. I pulled my fingers out of her, then turned off her vibrator to give her surely much needed relief from the stimulation.

She needed the Labyrinth wall to steady herself as I stepped back and away from her, and I let her drop to her knees and sit on her haunches in an unraveled mess. She squeezed her arms around her chest to pull herself together, and she hid her face behind her hair. I knew that was purely because she really did cry when she came.

This tribute was trouble. Deliciously dangerous trouble.

I just had to keep reminding myself that I wasn’t in my right mind right now, lest I start believing she’s more than that.

The passage forward clanged loudly as the wall dropped. Not even ten minutes had been left on the time clock. I wouldn’t have minded using the whole hour, but I didn’t trust my discipline would have held out if I had.

“S-see, way better than a box cutter.” She spoke through her embarrassment, and I resisted the urge to lick her flavor from my fingers. Somehow I’d lost my own rational thoughts in that mess, and I needed to keep a hold on myself. The effect of the drug would linger—in my system at least—until the very end, and I wasn’t used to giving into that kind of temptation. I had been kind this time, but who knew what the coming challenges might contain, and what else I might be able to justify when she looked at me like that.

A dangerous sector, indeed.

Chapter 27

“How’d I do?” The fox asked with cocky grin, while I was so out of sorts, I was still trying to figure out what the word “how’d” meant, who “I” was, and what was done. “Here I was worried you were going to try to be clever and fake your climax and your tears to get it over with, only to get us sent back to the start. Good to see you know when it’s the right time to play by the rules.”

My cheeks were still on fire. My whole body was. All I wanted was a nap and a cigarette, while I had no time to sleep, and I’d never smoked in my life. I wiped the tears from my cheeks with the back of my hand, and I pulled myself together.

“I’ve come this far. I’m not going to mess it up over something as small and silly as a sex toy.” I muttered like I was tough, but I didn’t feel very mighty right now. He offered me a hand, but I refused to take it, instead managing to lift myself to my feet all on my own power. I smoothed out my skirt while trying to pretend my heart wasn’t pounding, my breathing wasn’t completely erratic, my whole pussy wasn’t throbbing with contented pleasure, and that I was completely unbothered by how drenched his fingers, my panties, and my inner thighs all were.

“I’m just glad to see you’re so dedicated.” Alessi patted me on the shoulder, and I noticed now more than ever how fucking gorgeous and dangerous he looked. “Now let’s get moving. You'll have plenty of time to rest once we get to the Orange Sector.”

“Lead the way, travel buddy.” I squeaked like a fucking dork, because how else does one respond after getting fingered by a gorgeous god you only just met.

Alessi’s amber eyes reflected way too much amusement and satisfaction as he turned his back to me and started down the corridor. I followed dutifully, thankful for a few seconds of quiet relief in between challenges.

The next room was an unexpectedly far walk, but fortunately the vibrator was well secured, and it settled very firmly in place. It didn’t disrupt my movement, nor did it slip around. It somehow remained fixed exactly at the pin pointed position that it needed to be. Any other time, that kind of magic might have been awesome. Right now, it only served to constantly remind me of how pathetic and shameful I’d just been in front of Alessi.

Alessi seemed unmoved by the event. We were little more than strangers though, so that had to have been uncomfortable for him too, right? Then again, he was a magical beast from a magical realm who had been alive for thousands—maybe millions—of years. He’d probably seen everything there was to see by now, and sex with a human was probably laughable compared to the Dream Weaver. Alessi would be used to something way more extreme than a little non-fatal toy, considering how traumatic my introduction to Theron was.

I miss Theron.

The thought jumped through my mind, and it was entirely intrusive. I shook my head in an effort to forget it. There was no time for dawdling on such a ridiculous ideas anyway, as we entered the next chamber and new walls slammed down around us.

Next Challenge, the wall began. And once again, two openings appeared in the golden surface. A pair must share the burden of choice. One has chosen, now one must trust the other to choose.

Alessi nodded to me, and I tried not to blush every time I made eye contact. He approached the choices next and slid open both cubbies in the wall. Behind them were the same type of glass boxes.

On the right, there was a whip. On the left, a ball gag.

And over here, in my personal box, there was nothing but dryness and dread.

“You still heal fast, don’t you Bijou?” Alessi asked, oh so casually, and my throat clogged with horror at the implication of what I knew was coming next.

“I mean, we can’t know that for sure.” I wanted to protest, but Alessi had already put his hand on the box with the whip. His smirk was a touch wicked as he removed the long, leather weapon from the case.

“Then we should probably test it again to make sure, don’t you think?”