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Whywasn’t he letting me up?

I didn’t understand.

I didn’t know what was coming.

Thiswasn’t the shame at all. This was just the maneuvering to get me in the position to shame me.

“Lady Charlotte, in all the time you were hiding from me, has a man touched you here?”

Oh God.I shook my head rapidly, eyes still squeezed shut. I knew what he meant.

“You’re so wet.” His whisper had a curious tone. Something like awe. “I can’t tell if it’s because you know what’s coming, know how good it’s going to feel, and you’re panting like a bitch in heat for release… or if it’s because you’ve been starved for an eternity and you’re soaked with longing.”

I wasn’t… my body didn’t do such whorish things.

“I’d make you answer the question, but then you’d just lie, wouldn’t you?”

Me? You’re the liar.

Colt’s fingers traced my mouth. “These lips lie.” His hand slid down my stomach, reaching the curls at the top of my mound. “But these lips don’t.”

At those words, his fingers traced my slit up and down, making me gasp and shudder. I couldn’t turn any redder; it wasn’t possible.

“Shall we see what truths I can wrest from your cunt?”

The terrors he might inflict upon my most sensitive regions were unthinkable. Would he whip me there? Pinch me? Smack me?

Rape me?

I shook my head back and forth rapidly. “No, please. You won’t achieve your goal in this manner,” I swore. “Use your body to hurt me all you like, but I will not break.”

Why did my voice sound husky?

Even huskier, Colt rasped, “I’m not going to use my body to bring you pain. I’m going to use it to bring you pleasure. Although that might pain you more.”

Colt thrust his finger inside me and my mind nearly snapped from the deliciousness. I flung my head back and cried out. My legs jolted in response.Jesus Christ.

Colt pushed his finger in and out, enthralling me in totality. It was like some kind of magic, a masculine power of bewitchment. It made my hips move at the command. My body certainly wasn’t under my control any longer. It responded tohis.

Then he insertedtwofingers inside me and I groaned. It shamed me further; my own actions shamed me worse than if I’d been forced to simply be victim to some depraved act. I thought I’d lose my mind from the insistent pleasure of those two fingers violating me, and then Colt did something that had me convulsing.

He swiped his thumb over the bundle of nerves at the top of my opening. I didn’t even know what to call the sounds tearing from my throat as he continued to circle it.

Something built inside me and I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t want to; it needed release. The sensation was similar to how I’d felt that first night when Colt bent me over the bed, and yet it was entirely different. This time, it wasn’t me doing it. This time, my mind wasn’t in that strange, detached state. This time it was shared, and immeasurably more powerful.

I felt like a lion behind a cage, roaring for release. I imagined Colt the master on the other side, whip in one hand, cage key in the other. He cracked the whip and it was as if something inside me roared,let me out.

Oh God, let me out.

It built inside me, a crescendo, the bliss just beyond my reach.Yes and yes.It was as if Colt came closer, bringing his hand to the lock, to freedom.

Yes, please, now, I need it --

-- abruptly, he pulled his hand away.

The effect was horrific; the Godsent pressure suddenly gone. My hips bucked, seeking, begging.

I need.

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