Your Lord takes care of you and gives you what you need.
My mouth grinds open, like someone just gored a bar between my teeth and wrenched them wide.
Disgust surges through my veins.
She stamps her finger upon my tongue, making it tingle.
“Close.”
I do—squeezing my eyes shut at the same time, feeling those molecules of luster burst in my mouth.
“Now,” she says, her voice a husky rasp. “Suck.”
My demons scratch at the underside of my skin as I obey, certain the tight veil covering my true self doesn’t exist at all. That I’m naked, on my knees on a cold stone floor, begging for my Lord to bend my head to the side, lengthen my neck just the way I like.
For him to strike me with his drugging bite.
A groan slips free and strips me bare.
“Good boy,” she whispers, and a shiver climbs my spine.
Tightens my balls.
You’re my favorite, pretty boy.
Your Lord loves you.
She pulls her finger from my mouth and dips it in the bowl again, sucking the powder off before she sashays around me, peeling off my robe.
It falls to the floor in a heavy heap.
She lifts my shirt up over my head, exposing my torso and low-hanging pants. Her gaze roves while she hums appreciatively, and I’ve never felt so filthy.
So small and pathetic.
So fucking sober.
The musk of her arousal smears the back of my throat.
She pauses before me, pupils blown, eyes glazed with a familiar shimmer that suggests she’s beginning to feel the punch of light now coursing through her system.
For most Aeshlians, consuming the hard, sharp, sparkly stuff our body absentmindedly sprouts is a recipe for short-term amnesia. A few, potent minutes of blissfulnothing.When I was little, it’d hit me so brutally I’d forget who I was. Where I was.
Why the world was so ugly.
Then I got older, bigger. Sexually matured. It started having …othereffects that would make my skin crawl when I finally came to.
Not that it stopped me.
After years of chewing my own thorns, the hit lost its luster.
She takes a step back, and her hand skims down her abdomen, past her navel. “You’reperfect.” She tips her head and looks at me from beneath heavy lids. “Such a pretty pet.”
My pretty boy knows how to please me.
Your skin bursts so perfectly.
Her middle finger sinks into her core as she works herself to the tune of her throaty moans and tweaks her dusky nipple into a hardened peak.
