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Sala’s hand cupped my cheek, gently turning my face toward her. “Oh, sweet Tessara,” she murmured. “There’s nothing wrong with you. Your body’s responses are natural for a submissive young woman—and so is your discomfort with them.”

Despite myself, I realized I was becoming very aroused. As Sala’s words washed over me, I felt a familiar warmth blooming in my core, a tingling sensation that spread through my body like wildfire. I shifted slightly on the couch, acutely aware of the softness of the fabric against my sensitive skin and the heat radiating from Sala’s nude form beside me.

My gaze drifted over Sala’s body, taking in the gentle curves of her breasts, the flat plane of her stomach, the inviting junction between her thighs. I had never been with a woman before, never even considered it, but there was something undeniably alluring about Sala’s beauty. It wasn’t just her physical form, but the kindness in her blue eyes, the soothing cadence of her voice, the aura of quiet strength that surrounded her.

As if in a trance, I found myself leaning closer, drawn by an invisible force. My heart raced, pounding so loudly I was sure Sala must hear it. I wet my lips nervously, my eyes fixating on Sala’s mouth. What would it be like to kiss her? To feel those soft lips against my own? The thought sent a jolt of excitement down my spine.

Just as I was about to pull away, embarrassed by my own desires, Sala closed the distance between us. Our lips met in a kiss so gentle it was almost reverent. Her mouth was soft and warm, tasting faintly of something sweet and exotic. I gasped at the contact, my body trembling as she cupped my cheek with her hand.

The kiss deepened, Sala’s tongue teasing at the seam of my lips, seeking entrance. I parted my lips with a soft moan, allowing her to explore my mouth. It was unlike any kiss I’d ever experienced before—not demanding or forceful, but tender and giving. Her other hand found its way to my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies pressed together.

When we finally broke apart, both of us were breathless. My head spun, my body thrumming with a need I could barely comprehend. Sala’s eyes were dark with desire, her pale cheeks flushed a delicate pink.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, though she didn’t look sorry at all. “I shouldn’t have done that. It’s just… being in battle with Alpha, knowing what’s to come… it makes me so needy.” She bit her lip, a flicker of worry crossing her face. “Alpha will whip me if he learns I seduced you. But I couldn’t help myself. You’re so beautiful, Tessara, so responsive. I want to show you pleasure without pain, to help you understand the joy of submission.”

CHAPTER 6

Tessara

My mind reeled at Sala’s words. Part of me wanted to pull away, afraid of the consequences and unsure of my own desires. But another part of me had already lost itself in the sensation and longed for more—much more.

My cheeks burned. Sala seemed so intent on giving me this lesson… as if she meant to give me no choice but to receive pleasure, just as my Vionian masters had given me no choice but to receive pain. The very idea sent shivers down my spine, a confusing mix of fear and anticipation swirling within me.

Before I could fully process what was happening, Sala gently pushed me back onto the couch. The soft fabric cradled my body as I sank into its softness. Sala moved with fluid grace, positioning herself between my legs. Her black hair cascaded over her shoulders, tickling my thighs as she leaned forward.

With gentle but firm hands, Sala took hold of my knees. She spread them apart, pushing them back toward my chest. She opened me completely, rendered me available in a way I hadnever been before, in front of another woman. Again it reminded me of the way my dead masters had treated me, but there was something different about this kind of helplessness—it didn’t feel threatening or humiliating. Instead, there was a tenderness in Sala’s touch that made me feel… cherished.

As Sala’s gaze traveled over my body, her blue eyes widened. “Oh, Tessara,” she breathed, her voice a mixture of sympathy and anger and—to my embarrassment—evident arousal. “Look what they’ve done to you…”

I felt a fresh wave of shame wash over me as I realized she had seen the marks left by Jorg’s brutal punishments. The welts and bruises that covered my bottom and thighs were all too obvious a testament to the cruelty I had endured.

But then, to my utter astonishment, Sala began to kiss the marks. Her lips felt impossibly soft as they brushed against each welt, each bruise. It was as if she was trying to kiss away the pain, to erase the memory of every cruel blow with her gentle touch.

“The next time you’re punished,” Sala murmured between kisses, “I promise it will be by a more skillful hand. You’ll never be disciplined like this again, sweet Tessara. I promise you that.”

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, overwhelmed by the tenderness of her actions. No one had ever treated my battered body with such care, such reverence. It was almost too much to bear. The strange idea that a woman like Sala could talk of punishment as she did—as something that could be done skillfully, perhaps even with care—confused me, but in a way that made me feel desperate to understand.

As Sala’s lips traveled higher, kissing a path along my inner thighs, I felt the warmth begin to build deep within me. Mybreath came in short, shaky gasps, my body trembling with a need I could barely comprehend.

“Sala,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “I… I don’t know if I can…”

She looked up at me then, her eyes filled with understanding and compassion, but also with an authority that made my tummy flip. “Shh,” she soothed, her breath warm against my sensitive skin. “Let yourself feel, Tessara. Be a good girl for me and let me show you how beautiful submissive pleasure can be.”

With those words, Sala lowered her head once more. The first touch of her tongue against my cunny sent a jolt of electricity through my entire body. I gasped, my back arching involuntarily as sensations I had scarcely even imagined flooded my nervous system.

Sala’s tongue danced over my sensitive inner lips, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. Her skilled ministrations were unlike anything I had experienced before. Where the touch of my Vionian masters had been rough and uncaring, Sala’s was gentle yet insistent, coaxing responses from my body I didn’t know were possible.

As she continued her tender assault on my senses, Sala’s hands caressed my thighs, her fingers tracing patterns on my skin. Occasionally, her touch would drift lower, brushing against the sensitive flesh of my bottom. Each time it did, I couldn’t help but tense slightly, memories of past punishments flashing through my mind.

Sala paused in her attentions, looking up at me with concern, mingled with obvious need, in her eyes. “Tessara,” she said softly, her breath warm against my cunny, “what happened toyour bottom, sweet one? If you tell the story, it will make it easier to come to peace with it.”

I felt my cheeks burn with shame, but something in Sala’s gaze compelled me to answer. Taking a shaky breath, I began to recount the story of my final punishment aboard theConqueror of Bresla.

“It was just before the battle started,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Lieutenant Jorg… he was angry. Stressed about the patrol, I think. He punished me for speaking out of turn on the bridge.”

Sala listened intently, her hand gently stroking my thigh in a comforting gesture. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to continue.

“He dragged me to the punishment bench. Strapped me down so tightly I could barely breathe. Then he… he used the Imperial whip.”

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