Page 312 of Kingdoms of Night

My teaching was at the very least lacking, if not completely erroneous.

What I know is that his touch on my breast agitates me. I feel it everywhere, down to my tiptoes, rather than just where he's touching. He brings his thumb to my nipple and squeezes it. I hear an entirely foreign sound come out of my throat. If I hadn't felt it rise, I would have believed it belonged to someone else's vocal cords.

What is he doing to me?

"There will be a subtle difference between your rewards and punishments, pet. Can you guess what it is?"

I'm so far out of my depth, I don't even attempt to answer. This feels like no punishment I've ever received, save for a certain degree of humiliation.

"See, you'll only be allowed to come when you're a good little bitch."

I didn't think it was possible for my cheeks to be hotter still, but they're on fire. I know all about orgasms—Margaux is quite vocal and descriptive. A thousand times, she urged me to touch myself to find out what it was all about, and I dismissed this piece of advice like all of the others she'd bestowed upon me.

Not coming doesn't sound like such an ordeal to me, when I never have. I hope I seem sufficiently concerned, so that he doesn't suspect I don't mind his idea of penance.

Then his face lowers to the breast he's not fondling and he flicks his tongue around my areola, before closing his mouth on my nipple. And he sucks.

I scream.

I scream and arch my back and scream some more as his devilish tongue and lips explore every inch of my breast, while his right hand moves from the other breast to my torso, my hip, the curve of my leg.

He clenches his fist over the fabric of my dress and drags it up my trembling thigh, his mouth never ceasing its attempt to drive me mad. Just when I don't think I can take any more, he lifts his face and grins at me, obviously satisfied.

I am not. My entire body protests everything. His touch, his daring to stop, his very existence.

I'm panting like I've been running for miles. To my utter confusion, muscles I didn't know existed pulse at the apex of my thighs.

"So sensitive." He finally lets go of my throat, and I don't doubt I'll have bruises soon. "Why, I think I could make you come just from licking these bountiful tits. I'll find out soon," he promises.

Then Dryan turns to face my legs rather than my head, and grabs them under the knees, unceremoniously lifting them in the air. Yards of muslin and taffeta gathers at my waist as he folds me in two, baring my undergarments in the air. I anchor myself by the elbows, entirely confused and thoroughly embarrassed.

I wear nothing but linen undergarments falling above my knees. At least until he unties them at my hips and slide them off my legs.

Oh, by the Sun God, Dryan is staring at me completely naked from the waist down, legs suspended and parted. I could die of shame.

"What a pretty pink cunt you have, Lena dear." He laughs easily, lowering his head to inspect me closer.

At least I think so at first, but instead of merely looking, he buries his mouth at my center and he laps at me.

CHAPTERFIVE

I've never known such desperation.

I scream. I attempt to writhe out of his iron grip in vain—suspended as I am, in his arms, there's nowhere for me to go. I sob and beg for mercy. He keeps licking my folds like I'm the most delicious of sweets, and my insides thunder, shiver, and become hotter than an open pyre.

I am dying. I must be dying. What other explanation could there be?

Dryan moans as he feasts on me. I'm no longer in control of any part of my body. My feet fly of their own volition as my toes attempt to break themselves by pointing as hard as they can. Nothing gives me a reprieve.

My body's ready to explode when at long, long last, Dryan lifts his head and glances over his shoulder, at me.

He licks his lower lip, slowly. "Delicious."

I'm too busy learning how to breathe again to manage to spew the few insults my brother taught me, or I would have.

He lowers my legs back onto the rug, and before I can close them, puts his hand right at my heated sex.

My thighs are disgustingly slick. I've never felt dirtier.

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