Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“Now then,” she said, climbing onto the bed beside me, “let’s examine what Prince Hendren has been working with.”
Her hands began at my shoulders, tracing patterns across my skin with clinical interest. “Excellent muscle tone,” she murmured, as if cataloguing livestock. “And your skin responds beautifully to touch.”
I gasped as her fingers found my nipples, rolling the sensitive peaks between thumb and forefinger with practiced skill. The sensation was entirely different from masculine touch—knowing, intuitive in ways that spoke to shared experience.
“Do you feel how your body responds differently to a woman’s touch?” she asked, her voice dropping to a whisper. “We understand what you need because we need it ourselves.”
Her mouth replaced her fingers, lips closing around my nipple with gentle suction that made my back arch against the restraints. I bit my lip to suppress a moan, fighting the shameful pleasure that flickered through my body.
“Don’t fight it, dear,” she murmured against my skin. “Acceptance is the first step toward true submission.”
Her hands roamed lower, tracing the curve of my waist, the flare of my hips. When her fingers finally reached the junction of my thighs, I couldn’t suppress a whimper of need.
“My goodness,” she breathed, her touch confirming what we both already knew. “You’re just as naughty a girl as the colonel imagined you would be, aren’t you?”
CHAPTER 15
Viola
Her fingers began to explore me with a knowledge that made my breath catch in my throat. Where Prince Hendren’s touch had been commanding and possessive, Mrs. Quinst’s was intuitive, finding places that made me gasp before I even knew they existed.
“Such lovely responses,” she murmured, her thumb circling that most sensitive spot with such evident knowledge that the very idea made me blush even hotter. “I can see why His Royal Highness was so taken with you. But there’s so much more you need to learn.”
I pulled against the restraints as pleasure built within me, my hips moving involuntarily against her skilled fingers. The rational part of my mind screamed in protest, but my body had begun to respond with terrible eagerness to her attentions.
“Please,” I gasped, though I wasn’t sure if I was begging her to stop or continue.
“Please what, dear?” she asked, her fingers slowing to an agonizing pace that left me trembling with need.
“I… I don’t know,” I admitted, my voice breaking with shame and desire.
She smiled with maternal satisfaction. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. You’re learning to surrender control, to let someone else decide what your body needs.”
Her other hand moved lower, tracing patterns I hadn’t expected. When her finger found the tight ring of my bottom, I jerked against the restraints with a strangled cry.
“Shh,” she whispered soothingly, even as her finger continued its gentle exploration. “This is part of your education too, dear. A properly trained woman must be prepared to give, and to receive, all forms of pleasure.”
The shame that flooded through me seemed overwhelming. Having another woman touch me there, in that most private place that Prince Hendren had claimed so thoroughly just a few nights before, sent mortifying arousal crashing through my entire body. But worse than the shame was the way my body responded—the involuntary clenching, the humiliating dampness that increased as her finger circled that forbidden entrance.
“No, please,” I whimpered, even as my hips moved traitorously against her touch. “Not there.”
“But you like it, don’t you?” she said softly, her finger pressing more insistently. “I can tell by the way you’re moving. Your body remembers what happened with your master, doesn’t it?”
I couldn’t deny it. The memory of His Royal Highness taking me there for the first time crashed over me—the burning stretch, the overwhelming fullness, the way my body had eventually betrayed me by finding pleasure in his use of me. Now Mrs. Quinst’s knowing touch awakened those same shameful responses.
“Tell me about it,” she murmured, her finger beginning to breach the narrow ring with patient persistence. “What was it like when he took your anal virginity?”
“I can’t,” I sobbed, my body squirming helplessly as she worked her finger deeper. The sensation felt different from Prince Hendren’s forceful claiming—gentler, more coaxing, but no less invasive.
“Of course you can,” she said, adding a second finger with deliberate slowness. “It helps to talk about these experiences. How did it feel when he first entered you there?”
The dual invasion made me cry out, my back arching as shameful pleasure mixed with the burning stretch. “It hurt…” I gasped, “so… so much. B-but then… oh, God, then it felt…”
“Good?” she supplied gently, her fingers moving with practiced skill. “It’s natural, dear. The body learns to find pleasure even in submission. When I was your age, training under my Guardian and my Mistress, I felt the same shame the first time he took my bottom.”
The reminder that my elegant Mistress had once been in my position sent a fresh surge of heat through me. “You… was he… was he rough?”