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‘Can I not sleep at the table?’ I ask, hating the plaintive undertones in my voice.
Luckily, he doesn’t seem to notice them.
‘No,’ is all he says, and he moves my chair out from the table to hurry me.
I stand and belatedly see a pain powder sachet next to my plate. I grab it without Dane noticing because I’m sure he’ll snatch it from me out of spite, and I send a silent thank you to Kallum.
Sinking carefully to my knees, I try to get close to the fire so that I hopefully won’t spend the night shivering again. I wonder briefly how I’m going to get to the floor without Dane noticing anything and not hurting my backside, but luckily, he turns away and busies himself with his personal needs behind the adjacent screen.
I roll onto the side of one knee and to my flank, keeping my knees pressed together and lounging like a mermaid before tearing open the pain packet and hoping it’s the one with the sleeping draught so that I can get some rest. I lower the rest of me down to the floor when my head begins to spin, curling up on my side as I feel the powder begin to work. I hear Dane’s footsteps around me, and I think he asks me a question, but I’m already practically asleep, so I don’t answer him.
* * *
This is getting to be a pattern, I think, as I make doubly sure Dane’s asleep and reappear beside the fire where she’s asleep on her front, her head in her folded arms. She’s in a deep sleep, so she must have found and taken the pain sachet I left by her plate.
I frown as I see she still looks cold and cast a look of suspicion at Dane who’s on the bed. The fire is hot. There’s no reason for her to be chilled now unless he’s making her that way with magick, which, I concede, he probably is, knowing him.
I kneel beside her prone form, thanking serendipity that she’s on her front because it makes what I’ve come to do that bit easier.
With a quick, final look at Dane, I fold up her sack carefully, baring her arse to me. I frown at the angry welts and bruises that I caused only a few hours ago, tracing them lightly with my fingers. I remind myself that she wanted them, needed them and that she doubtlessly will again, though I’m sure at the moment she’d rather die than ask me. But it’s only a matter of time before the crimes that clearly weighing on her conscience begin to creep back into her head, and I’ll be the one giving her what makes her feel better. It’s pain for the moment, but it won’t always be. There are other ways for her to pay her penances and I’m going to show her what they are very soon.
‘I do understand, you know,’ I whisper in her ear.
She makes a noise in her sleep at my words and shifts a little as I move my hands over her, checking that her broken ribs and other bruises are healing well. When I’m satisfied, I take out the pot of cream I brought and apply it liberally to the area of her body most recently damaged, the globes of her arse. I make sure they and the marks on her thighs are covered completely. Then, I widen her legs a little and slip my hand between them so I don’t miss those last two that made her jump and squeal so beautifully.
When I’m finished, I take a quick moment to do what I wanted to in the forest. I run a finger up and down her slit and shallowly enter her channel, probing gently.
I’d known she was practically dripping after her spanking in the trees, but to hear her admit it aloud made me want to bend her over the table and see if I could get her that wet with my fingers and cock and no pain at all. Well, I smirk, maybe just a little pain.
She shifts next to me again, moaning quietly as I play with her.
‘I can’t wait to do this when you’re awake,’ I murmur.
But I remove my hand before I’m tempted to go further here on the cold wooden boards, even if she is receptive in her slumber.
No. The first time I take her, I want her awake and begging me.
I know it’s only a matter of time.
I disappear and move across the floor to pass through the wall into the hallway. I rematerialize once I’ve made sure no one’s going to see. Then, I go into the room I’m sharing with Grey to find him awake and waiting for me.
‘Where have you been?’ he asks suspiciously.
My eyes innocently wide, I saunter over to the table that matches the one in the next room and throw myself into a chair.
‘Just out walking in the dark, getting the lay of the land, so to speak.’
‘And what did you learn?’
I take one of my knives from my belt and spit on my whetstone, glad I haven’t been caught in a lie because I did actually have a look around before I went to Dane’s room.
‘This and that,’ I say vaguely, playing with Grey a little because I can.
He huffs out a breath. ‘She isn’t yours. She can’t be.’
I regard him with all the confusion I can muster without overdoing it. ‘Of course she isn’t.’ I shake my head incredulously. ‘I only paid for half an hour.’
His eyes narrow. ‘So you’ve been to a brothel?’
