Page 17 of A Kingdom of Pleasure and Torment

I did not forget. “I thought that was a punishment, Guardian.”

It’s the correct answer, I think, because he smiles at me. “Is torture a punishment? Or is it a gateway to greater pleasure?”

I don’t have an answer.

“That is the lesson you’ll learn today. Both of you. Firo, you’re happy enough to inflict suffering, but you have yet to learn to accept it. Cenere is too gentle, too innocent to properly torment someone.” He addresses me. “How would you make him suffer, Cenere? What, do you believe, would be the most unbearable pain in this moment?”

“I...” My imagination stalls. I don’t want to hurt anyone, but as Luthian has reminded me, torment is as crucial as pleasure in the court. “I suppose one could use implements of torture. Pincers. Branding. Piercing, as you subjected me to.” I cannot push a needle through Firo’s flesh. I nearly gag at the thought.

“That is an idea. Wonderful job.” Luthian’s praise is as effective as a tongue against my clit and I squeeze my thighs together. “Those are excellent physical punishments. And his cock would look so pretty with a piece of jewelry. Perhaps one to match yours. Show him.”

I obediently ruck up my skirts to display my bare lower half. Luthian uses two fingers to part me, to reveal the ring through my hood. Firo’s eyes boggle at the sight.

“I think I will give you one,” Luthian muses, touching the dripping slit at the tip of Firo’s cock. “Through here, perhaps, and out the top.”

Firo whimpers. I don’t know if it’s from fear or the desperation of his arousal.

“If I let you come, you’ll allow me to do that to you?” Luthian asks him.

“Anything,” Firo agrees with a sob. “Please, anything.”

“Guardian, are you using your magic to stop him from climaxing?” I ask.

“No. What I’m teaching him is a bit more advanced. He must fight his body, resist everything in him that screams out for release. He knows there will be a punishment if he comes without permission,” Luthian tells me. “You’ll learn to do the same, in time.”

I do not look forward to such a lesson.

“You’ve considered physical pain,” he goes on. “What about torment of the mind. When you were in such a state, what maddened you most?”

I think of Sarta’s cunt bathing my mouth, my chin, hearing her wail as her thighs shuddered against my cheeks. “Seeing someone else granted such a release, Guardian.”

“You’re learning fast.” Luthian begins to work the laces of his breeches. “Time for another lesson. Get on your knees.”

I glance to Firo, who has resorted to staring at the ceiling.

“You’re going to suck my cock,” Luthian tells me. “And if he doesn’t watch, he’ll receive twenty lashes. Do you understand, Firo?”

The bound faery faces us, grim resolve written on his features.

I drop to my knees before Luthian.

A smile slowly spreads across his face as he gazes down at me and frees his cock. He’s not quite erect, and he strokes himself as he looks down at me.

“Should I undress, Guardian?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “No. I rather enjoy the modesty, now. It will be a pleasant contrast when I come in your mouth.”

I wet my lips, my chest rising and falling in anticipation as he readies himself for me.

“Are you watching, Firo?” Luthian asks.

“Yes,” comes the strangled answer, but I can’t tear my eyes away from Luthian to confirm it. For his part, Luthian doesn’t look away, either.

“She’s never done this before,” he tells Firo. “I will be the first to penetrate that sweet mouth. To fuck that gorgeous face.”

He talks about me like I’m an object. Like I’m not there, right in front of them both, hearing every word.

It’s painfully arousing.

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