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Her hand closed around a hard, pear-shaped object. She pulled it out and held it up, studying the rounded tip, then the bulbous body, a narrow stem and, finally, a wide flange at the end. Its obvious purpose—penetration—mystified her slightly, because it was smaller than the endowments of the men she’d seen, but excitement clutched her breath regardless.
“That’s the one,” Torian said. “Bring it here.”
Holding it in her hands while teetering back to the table under Torian’s gaze made her whole face feel hot. She was forced to look at the floor, because his gaze was as dominating as the rod. When she arrived, she set the object down on its flange, tip pointing up toward the ceiling.
“Assume the position, please. Hands on the table, legs spread.”
Holding her head high, she turned and resumed the position. The awkward shoes made it particularly difficult. Somehow she did, bending and laying her hands flat, her most intimate parts exposed to him again.
He placed the tip of the thin rod he was holding against the nape of her neck. He drew it slowly down her back, making her whole body shudder again. He stopped at the small of her back, just above the curve of her rump. “The human female sexual response is a remarkable mechanism,” he said quietly. “I have studied it in great detail.” He outlined a small circle on the small of her back with the rod.
She felt her sex clench.
“It is dependent on numerous factors. Physiological. Psychological. Even psychosocial. It is characterized by a number of bodily reactions to stimulation, both mental and corporal,” he said, drawing a line back and forth along her back before letting the tip of the rod drift up to the center of her back. “Generally, there is an elevated heart rate. This can be accompanied by a quicker rate of breathing as well.”
She became acutely aware of both of these things occurring as he pointed each of them out.
“The extra blood flow this induces causes your skin to flush,” he went on.
She glanced at her reflection to see the blush from her cheeks had started to creep down her chest as well. The rod glanced down her back and, this time, came up between her legs. He might as well have smacked it against her skin in the same places as before; the welts ignited without being touched. Itching, burning, throbbing with the promise of pain.
“The labia become engorged. As does the clitoris. Often the nipples become erect.”
She gasped as he drew a hand around her body and his finger and thumb closed over her erect nipple. She let out a sharp breath as he applied pressure. Ordinarily she hated even thinking about her breasts. His rough touch sent a pleasure and need crackling through her that she’d never experienced. She quelled a moan and gritted her teeth against it.
“But your nipples were already erect, weren’t they, Quaia?” he asked.
She caught his gaze in the mirror.
As he held hers she realized the question was not rhetorical. He squeezed her nipple to insist on the point.
“Th-they were,” she whispered, feeling like she was slipping into a trance.
He smiled at her response. He let his hand fall away from her breast and pulled the rod out from between her legs.
“But the most amazing thing, the most wondrous, is what happens inside the vagina.” He set the rod down on the table next to her hand. “It engorges. And it lubricates. Presented with the possibility of penetration, the body prepares itself to accept the male organ and to receive its offering.”
She trembled as she felt him drawing his hand up her thigh. The dark fur on his wrists brushed against her leg, heating her sex. She gasped when he cupped her with his hand. In the mirror she saw his fingers come out from between her legs to cover her pubic bone. They drew back, his middle finger tracing the wet line of her entrance.
“You are quite wet,” he said. “I will ask you again. Do you feel aroused, Quaia?”
This time she had no witty retort, no quip to snap back at him. She found the only thought she could hold in her mind was the plain, naked truth. “Yes,” she whispered.
He raised an eyebrow at her reply. “Accepting the reality of your situation is commendable. Admitting as much is quite courageous.” He reached out and picked up the flanged instrument she’d placed on the table. Held it up next to her face and turned it to one side, then the other. “What many females do not realize, however, is that the anus can be just as sensitive, and just as pleasurable an orifice when it is penetrated. A little lubricant,” he said, dipping the object between her legs and drawing it through her wet and engorged lips. The hard object tantalized her, creating a hunger that swirled between her legs and deep inside.
“And then a slight push,” he whispered, drawing the object up and pressing it against her bottom hole.
The kiss of the cool instrument against that very dark and dirty place sent alarm racing through her, even as it tickled wetly. Her hand shot back behind her as her eyes popped wide open. “I don’t… I mean… I haven’t…” she stammered, shaking her head.
He looked at the side of her neck and smiled. “You have already informed me that no male has breached your flesh.”
“No, I mean, what I meant was…”
“What you meant was that you have not taken anyone back here either,” he said, applying a slight pressure to the plug at her bottom.
She sucked in a sharp breath and her body tensed. “I thought… that was… it seems… forbidden.”
It was, wasn’t it?
