Chapter 20 - Clark

Clark

I removed my glasses and massaged my temples with my fingertips, allowing my sore eyes to close for a moment. With a pained exhale, I reassessed the table. Adrian was unmoving, unnaturally interested in the edge of the tablecloth. Avett was swallowing a laugh. Tori was simply confused.

“I must apologize,” I said. “Lily has had quite a lot of excitement this weekend. Emotions are clearly high.”

Tori relaxed into an airy laugh. “It’s not a problem. I understand this can all be overwhelming.”

“To clarify, Lily will be accepting the pills,” I said. Tori’s professionalism might have disinclined her from providing care to an unwilling patient, but I could only hope my slight nod conveyed all that was left unsaid; Lily not only had PMS but was also not yet adjusted to having such candid conversations and was therefore likely embarrassed. Not to mention the fiasco at the boutique had unveiled a third snag in what otherwise might have been a seamless night; Lily was fiercely possessive and desperately jealous. It would have been entertaining had she not misdirected her emotions as rudeness towards someone I required her to respect. She’d made a substantial error.

“I’m going to retrieve her,” I said, pushing my own chair back. “Please, continue enjoying the meal.”

The girl wasn’t difficult to locate. Naturally, she had stowed herself in the third-floor hideout. As I summited the steps, I saw the small door shut tight, the makeshift doorstop of books scattered in its path. “Lily,” I said, and yanked the door open. “I told you never to close this door, young lady.”

She was prone in a plush pile, all tangle of straw hair and flowery dress bunched up by her thighs. She didn’t extricate her face to front me. “Look at me,” I said.

Slowly, she raised her hot head and blinked at me over the crest of a pillow. “What do you want?”

Ducking through that ridiculous doll-sized doorway, I straightened again, with my head cocked uncomfortably against the skewed ceiling and my arms crossed. “In case it wasn’t already glaringly obvious, you’re in big trouble, miss.”

“I don’t care,” she said, replanting her face in its cushion.

“You should care.”

There was a brief impasse, a struggle of power which I, having already won before it even began, simply needed to sit through until Lily came to terms with her own loss. Finally, she said, “You all like her more than me.”

“That’s a ridiculous thing to say, and you know it.” Her jealousy was no excuse for her dreadful behavior. “Am I to believe you didn’t listen to what I told you outside the shop this morning?”

“No,” she muttered. “You said I’m the only young woman for you. But she isn’t exactly ... you know...”

If twenty-nine wasn’t young, I was prehistoric. “Lily.” I tapped my foot. “Do you really want to dig your own grave even deeper?”

I didn’t mean to scare her, but the use of a spine-chilling tone was all that got through to her. Ever so slowly, she sat up, batting frazzled strands of hair out of her face. “No, Sir.”

“Would you instead prefer to fix your attitude and act like a big girl?”

She swallowed hard. Her voice softened. “Yes, Sir.”

“That’s what I thought.” This conversation was far from over, but we still had company. “Now, you’re going to go downstairs, apologize to Dr. Hartwell for your outburst, and thank her for coming all this way just to help you.” She didn’t move. “Now, young lady.”

She jumped. Collecting herself, she crawled out of the closet, with me close behind. She stood, straightening her dress. I reached out to smooth her disheveled hair. I said, “Not that it should matter in the slightest, but seeing as you have chosen this battle, I will tell you: Dr. Hartwell is not interested in men in the romantic sense.”

“Oh.” She fiddled with the hem of her dress, embarrassed. “I thought...”

“Next time, think more carefully.”

Her tongue darted between her lips as her eyes finally flitted to meet mine. “I’m sorry, Sir, I didn’t—”

“Ah-ah,” I shushed her with a raised finger. “You’ll have the opportunity to apologize to me later. For now, you will make amends with our guest.”

“Yes, Sir,” she gulped.

I followed her downstairs, past the clamor of dishes being washed in the kitchen, and back into the dining room, where the air was dense. Save for Lily’s, the bowls were clean, and someone had refilled the glasses. Lily looked at the ground and shuffled for her seat.

“Thank heavens you’re back,” Avett sighed, trying to lighten the mood. “Chef said we can’t have dessert without you.”

I removed Lily’s wine glass from her setting and placed it next to my own, reclaiming my chair. “Go on, Lily.”

She studied her half-eaten food. “Um, Dr. Hartwell?”

“Yes?”

“I ... I-I’m sorry, for my outburst. It was very immature of me.”

Tori shot me a grin, knowing full well the ordeal functioned as a lesson for Lily, and was not truly intended to soothe her own nonexistent hurt feelings. “I accept your apology, Lily. Have you reconsidered my offer, for the medication?”

“Yes,” Lily stumbled to assure her. “Thank you very much for coming all this way to help me. I, um...” She met Tori’s gaze. “I really appreciate it.”

“I’m happy to help.” Tori smiled warmly. “If you’d like, we can exchange contact information. That way, we can speak directly if you have any more questions.”

Lily beamed. “Yes, I’d like that.” The boys certainly didn’t have Tori’s number, so she instantly felt special. A bit of attention was all it took to make the girl happy, and I was already formulating the perfect punishment for her misbehavior. Perhaps a little too much attention would suffice to teach her an even more memorable lesson.

I removed my tie and tossed it on my dresser, savoring my one solitary moment of the evening like we all had Tomás’ renowned almond cake. I’d considered denying Lily dessert, but the slight thing had barely touched her dinner and I didn’t feel like pestering the Chef to halt his tidying and make something else. I just wanted everyone out of the house save for my valuables, and at last, they were, with Tori having been safely deposited in a cab routed to her hotel and Tomás in his gaudy sportscar, speeding off.

Avett materialized in the doorway like the Cheshire cat, a moment after his roguish grin. He looked like he’d won the jackpot and was deliberating how best to spend his paycheck. “What’s she gonna get?”

I loosened my collar, folded my sleeves over once. “If you’re envisioning violence, don’t. Remember this is only her first punishment, puck.”

He slumped into the frame. “So, you’re just going to let her off easy, then?”

“I didn’t say that.” I unbuckled my belt, slid it free from the loops, and set it coiled aside my discarded tie.

“She’s been terrorizing the both of us, you know,” he said, in his continual effort to exacerbate Lily’s sentence.

My lip curled. “I know.”

“You know?” He frowned. “What, you just don’t care?”

“Her only crime there is not saving the terror for when I was around to see it.”

He crossed his arms in belligerence. “How come she gets to be a little brat?”

Only towards you, I thought. I untucked my shirt, effectively decompressed, and joined him at the door. With one palm cupping his sulking face, I lifted my other hand to fix his lopsided necklace. “Because she put you back in this,” I said. Truly, there was no greater pleasure than to view my boys once again bearing their dual markers of my ownership alongside Lily with her own.

He huffed. I knew what he was thinking, and I was proud of him for at the very least holding his tongue. In his roundabout brain, he thought himself solely deserving of praise, because I would never have fastened that collar once again around his neck had it not been for his acquisition of Lily to begin with. There were indeed more acutely pressing matters at that moment, but I hadn’t forgotten the prize he was due for his diligence. “I highly doubt you’ll be disappointed, puck,” I told him with a pat on his cheek. “Go get the others and wait for me in the playroom.”

His lips snaked to a smile, and he slinked off. I slid a drawer towards me, unearthing a consequence of my recent online shopping. The vibrating clamp, for example, had been one friendly addition to my new collection of toys suited for a female sub, just like this magician’s wand still in its packaging. Avett, having apparently searched everywhere including my underwear drawer, might have spotted it. The boys in their simple anatomy didn’t call for battery-powered pleasure, but it was just the thing to fulfill my planned punishment for Lily beyond the abilities of my mortal muscles alone.

I remained in my bedroom long after they had likely arranged themselves down the hall. “Fashionably late” applied even more so when the style was sexual.

At last, I shortened the distance between myself and the main event. I gently shut the playroom door behind me and surveyed the lamplit room. Without specific direction, the three had situated themselves with synthetic stoicism against a sideboard, propped up by their hips. Upon my entrance, they shifted their weight to their feet and regarded me. Lily’s eyes could only quiz me on what was to come. Adrian’s eyes pleaded, do go easy on her, while Avett’s argued, do your absolute worst.

I placed the unassuming cardboard box on the nearest surface. “Adrian,” I said. “I need your help.”

He twitched. He’d known he had a ticket to this production, but surely hadn’t studied his lines for a leading role. “With what?”

“Well, Lily owes me an apology. There’s no one better than you to explain how.”

“Oh.” He looked at the floor. “Should I demonstrate, or...?”

As riveting as that would’ve been, he had nothing to atone for. “No, just tell her with your words.” I sat on a leather ottoman. “And join me, both of you.” Avett’s angular form robbed the space to my left. Adrian, in all his manners, resigned himself to my right. The spotlight was on Lily alone now. “How should she begin?”

Adrian hooked his hands under his knees. “Well, uh ... You would usually start by taking your clothes off.”

“Naturally. Just the dress will suffice, to start.” She didn’t move. “Any day now.” Her trembling fingers lifted the hem of her dress and crept higher, frilled stocking elastics first coming into view, red lace panties, pale soft stomach behind the swells of her hip bones, and finally the red bra puckering over her anxious nipples. Her expressionless face disappeared behind the fabric and reappeared, nervous, with her new dress fluttering to the floor.

“Interesting choice,” I remarked, cocking my head. She crossed her arm over her torso and grabbed opposite elbow, looking at Adrian. He looked anywhere else. “Please continue.”

“Um, next you would wanna kneel in front of Sir and put your cheek against the floor.”

She made a slight face, but stepped forward to do so. Her knees met the carpet first, followed by her palms, and finally the side of her flushed face. We all looked down at her folded form: a position Avett got himself into more far more frequently, but Adrian had always assumed with more care. He said, “You should stretch your arms all the way out in front, too.”

Without complaint, Lily crept her palms forward until they rested outside my socked feet, the boy’s bare ones on either side. She strained to view me sideways, far above. “Arch your back more,” I told her.

Avett stifled a snort. “It’s a new caveat that just went into effect,” I muttered to him, out of the corner of my own grin. The bones of Lily’s spine shifted, bringing her perky cheeks into the air with her underwear all bunched between them. Her behind was just singing for a good spanking, but I supposed that would have to wait for another time, a less serious infraction. Regardless, her form was flawless. She was a natural on her knees. “Now you are free to tell me anything you’d like to say, little one.”

She took a breath, clamping her eyes shut. Perhaps begging for my forgiveness would be more bearable if she tricked herself into believing the boys weren’t also hanging on her every word. “Sir, I’m sorry for making a scene and being rude to Dr. Hartwell. It wasn’t very nice of me at all.”

I nudged her cheek with my toe, surely a habit I’d picked up from all the time Adrian spent at my feet, though more often for comfort than correction. “Anything else?”

“Um ... I’m also sorry for not listening when you said I was the only girl for you. And for not thinking carefully.”

I nodded thoughtfully. In time, I would expect her to begin formulating more imaginative apologies instead of regurgitating my own words, but for now, her attempts were adequate.

“What does that mean?” Avett scoffed.

“Lily? Would you care to elaborate for the boys?”

It wasn’t a suggestion. Now burning red, she screwed up her face to stumble through an explanation. “I sort of thought Dr. Hartwell was flirting with you guys and I got jealous. It was really dumb,” she said into the carpet.

Avett couldn’t contain his laugh now. “Ha! Yeah, I’d say that’s pretty dumb. That’s dumber than Adrian getting jealous of old Eddie.”

“The rabbit?” Adrian asked, confused and defensive. “I didn’t—”

“Shush, baby. He’s just projecting.” To Avett, I shot a cautionary glance. Focus, boy. I got to my feet, arms akimbo. “Lily wishes to be the sole recipient of your boys’ attention. So tonight, you are going to give her all the attention she so desperately wants, and then some. We’ll find out just how much attention it takes to improve her dreadful attitude.” Lily flinched, now even less sure of what to expect than before. “Stand up, girl.” She did, again wrapping her waist with her arms at once. “Look at me.” I softened my voice. “What’s your safe word, honey?”

She gulped. It was the first time I’d ever suggested she may need to use it. “Lemon, Sir.”

“Good girl. You may now remove your bra and panties. Keep the stockings.” All business again, I stepped over to my latest purchase. She hesitated. I massaged my temple. “I’m almost certain you wouldn’t prefer to have your new things removed with force, would you?”

“No, Sir,” she squeaked, and quickly shrugged off her bra and stepped out of her underwear, kicking them into a heap with her dress. The room was warm, but goosebumps puckered her skin, and her pale pink nipples were rigid. She looked like a frozen treat. She’d soon be melting.

“That’s better. Lay back on the bed,” I instructed. “Boys, put the cuffs on her.”

Delighted, Avett sprang to the foot of the bed. “Dibs on her ankles!”

I turned away and unboxed the wand. Weighing it in my palm, I gauged its substantial mass and size. The rubber tip alone was leagues larger than Lily’s little clit. Back in the center of the room, Avett had successfully secured her ankles with two black suede cuffs attached by thick straps to the bedposts. He stood back, admiring his handiwork, which had spread the girl’s legs wide enough that air grazed the sweet and swelling blossom of botany between her bristling thighs. The sight alone was addictive. Had it not been for pesky everyday life butting in, I might’ve kept her pried apart on my mattress for the rest of time.

At the head of the bed, Adrian was buckling her wrists carefully. “Is that too tight?”

“It’s fine,” she breathed, her eyes trained on the ceiling.

“We don’t want her slipping out,” I reminded him, and set down the device on the bench at the foot of the bed.

“When did you get that?” Avett demanded, surprised.

“Shush,” I said. Lily lifted her head, craning her neck to see, but the thing was out of her view. I circled the bed, inspecting the boys’ work. I tested her wrist cuffs, then tightened the straps until she was stretched to limit and straining against them would prove useless. I stroked back her hair and cupped her face, her benign eyes shyly studying me upside down. “Comfortable, kitten?”

She knew better than to lie to me. “Um, not exactly,” she admitted with a blush.

“Aw.” I smirked. My eyes crept across her prickling skin. I was enamored by the girlish curves of her slight chest, with their little pink buds riding the swells her fluttery breath. My hands traced her collarbone and settled upon those lithe breasts, squeezing ever so slightly. “Why not? Are you feeling a bit exposed?”

She nodded. “Yes, Sir. I’m the only one naked.”

“Hmm,” I chuckled. “But see, all eyes are on you now, sweets. You should be thanking me.”

She licked her lips, out of breath. “Thank you, Sir.”

“That’s better.” I released her from my fingertips and went to the dresser to retrieve a pair of nipple clamps connected by a chain. “Avett, how’s the view down there?”

“Just divine, Sir.” He chuckled cruelly. “Soaking wet, but that’s no surprise.”

Lily squirmed. Accepting that her attempts to shut her legs would be in vain, she resorted instead to shooting Avett an irritated glare. My lip curled. “Adrian? What do you think of her stockings?”

He shoved his hands in his pockets as deep as they would go, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Oh, come. Play along, I thought. “I like them a lot, Sir.”

Avett interrupted, “Sir, poor Adrian’s feelings are hurt because Lily was being very mean to him earlier.” He put his hands on his hips, holding eye contact with the helpless girl. “She called him a pervert.”

“Really?” I asked, unsurprised. “So that’s what you meant by ‘terrorizing,” huh?”

“Yes,” he nodded curtly. “She also kept badgering me when I was just trying to practice piano like a good boy.”

I pinched one clamp on her stiff bud and she winced, sucking in a gasp. My God, those chaste nipples were wildly sensitive. I attached the second clamp more carefully, moving slow. “Don’t worry, boys,” I said. “You’ll get your turns to retaliate.”

Avett grinned, simply basking in the sound of that. I snaked my arm round Adrian’s waist and hooked my fingers in his back pocket. “Besides, Adrian couldn’t be the pervert in this room. Not when there’s a tasty little morsel all trussed up on the bed, dripping her juices everywhere at the thought of you boys having your way with her.”

Lily trembled, flicking her begging eyes towards me. I was clearly no longer in her corner, but her dismay was overpowered by her lust, in turn intensified by this vulnerable position of her body: easily accessible, ripe for the picking.

“We’re going to play a fun little game tonight,” I announced, and glanced at Avett. “It’s called ‘don’t break rule seven.’”

His response came easily. “Why, that won’t be a problem for Lily at all.” He propped himself over the mattress on his outstretched arms. “That’s the hardest rule for her to break, isn’t it?” He was still grinning. Lily appeared to be regretting ever having made that particular claim.

“The game is simple.” I detached from Adrian and went to the foot of the bed. “We’ll try to make Lily break the rule. If she orgasms without my permission, she loses.”

I folded my sleeves over once more. “Any questions?”

“Yes,” Lily spoke quietly. “What if I can’t help it?”

“Good question.” I squeezed her silky-smooth foot. “If you think you’re about to have an orgasm, you can tell us, and we’ll stop.”

Adrian raised a nervous hand like he wanted to be called on in a classroom. “Sir, how many times?”

“Also a good question.” The boy was no stranger to edging. The more times the better, whenever he was the victim. “Let’s see ... Lily has had a number of bad behaviors today, so we’ll play a round for each. One for her rudeness at dinner, obviously. One for playing with her food.” Adrian was ticking them off on his fingers. “One for shutting the door to the secret room, which we all know is prohibited. One for insinuating that someone my age is old.” The boys looked at each other, stifling their amusement. I went on, “One for sticking her tongue out at me at the shop. One for grinding her naughty self on my lap in the garden.” Their eyebrows shot up. I could go on and on, but I curbed my enthusiasm to the best of my ability. “One because she had to be asked twice to undress. One each for terrorizing both Avett and Adrian. How many is that, cub?”

He held up his fingers. “Nine, Sir.”

“And one for good luck?” Avett suggested, hopeful.

I smirked. “Fine, one for good luck. Ten rounds total. I hope you’ve been paying attention, young lady.”

“Yes, Sir,” she peeped. That good memory of hers that aided in her quick retention of my rules was about to come in handy again.

“Good, because you will have the opportunity to apologize for your individual transgressions between rounds.” I picked up the vibrator and climbed onto the mattress, kneeling between her open legs as her body shifted at the addition of my weight. “Now, if there are no further questions, I’ll go first.”

The boys leaned against the nearest bed posts, happy to observe. Lily widened her eyes in reaction to the intimidating toy. I set it down, keen on first touching my property myself. With a light touch, I traced my index fingertip from the very top of her slit, over the hump of her hooded clit, and to rest against the swollen opening below. She was so glossy wet my finger nearly slipped right off. “You didn’t tell me how incredibly tight this little hole is, puck,” I commented, pressing the tip of my finger ever so slightly into her. She sucked in air, so needy and reactive it took my own breath away. “Kitten, did you like it when Avett stuck his tongue inside you?”

“Oh, yes, Sir,” she purred. Watching the little mindless twitching responses of her body, I pet her pussy lovingly, gently, until I twisted my hand around to cup her with my palm. She was so small in comparison; even with the heel of my hand against her bladder my fingertips reached all the way to the smooth curves of her cheeks below. I pressed one finger into the cushioned folds. She twitched. “Are you going to put something in my butt?”

I laughed. “Wherever did you get that idea?”

She muttered, “Avett said...”

Quelle surprise. I blinked at him. He just shrugged, ever so innocent.

“Not now, honey.” I resumed my gentle stroking of her clit. She sighed, straining against the cuffs to push herself into my finger. “Aw, does kitten want more?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she groaned.

Kitten was only going to make the game harder for herself. I dipped my finger under her clit and pressed it into her taut opening, up to the first knuckle. “Oh,” she exclaimed, and her hole pulsed once around my digit.

I growled in satisfaction. “Quiet, little one.” I pushed in further, stretching those satiny walls that hugged the shape of my finger like a glove. Forward I curled, brushing the top wall of her velvet-textured interior. She gasped, her hips unconsciously lifting from the mattress. “Aw,” I teased. “Is that a good spot, sweets?”

“Unghh,” was her only response as I stroked the same special site. I grabbed her hip with my free hand and pressed her back into the bed, telling her to quit her writhing.

As my stroking quickened, so did her breath, until it broke into small helpless whimpers. “You aren’t thinking about coming already, are you?” I warned, not letting up. “I haven’t even shown you your new toy yet.”

“No, Sir,” she fussed, her body tensing.

“Take a deep breath, honey.”

She did, slowly exhaling all that fluttery air out of her lungs. “Good girl.” I slid my finger out of her, trailing a sticky string of her fluids before it snapped, glistening. I picked up the wand and placed it directly against her clit. With the push of a button, it sprang to life, vibrating low and steady on the first setting.

“Ah,” she whined, bucking.

I pushed her hips down firmly. “Behave.”

The vibrations throbbed into her. She steadied her breath, letting her eyes flutter shut. I looked around to catch Adrian’s eye, then I nodded to her curling toes, held in place by the cuff. He furrowed his eyebrows, reluctant. Go on, I nodded again.

Without further complaint, he sunk to his knees at the end of the bed with his hands clasped behind him. Closing his own eyes, he brought his face to the sole of her little foot and breathed in, relaxing into the silky white fabric that adorned it. I grinned. Lily was far too distracted to acknowledge him.

Leaving Adrian to his worship, I turned to Avett. A jut of my chin gestured for him to take hold of the chain between her breasts. He sprang forward, immediately snatching it with a cruel yank that lifted her nipples high. Lily screeched, her eyes shooting open in surprise at the sudden pain. “Gently, boy,” I clarified. He gave the chain a milder, halfhearted tug. “Better.”

The sensations between her legs and against her chest swelled up inside her until she could no longer steady her breath and she released a guttural moan. “Sir...”

“What’s wrong?” I asked, pushing the wand head firmer still into her pliant sweet pussy.

“I-I’m close...”

“How close?”

By the looks of it, close enough that she’d be losing this game within the next two seconds if I didn’t let up. “SIR!” She screamed suddenly, her eyes wide and frightened. I snatched away the vibrator. The boys followed my lead, with Avett dropping the chain and Adrian shuffling back to give her space. Lily squirmed and trembled, groaning in dissatisfaction.

Avett’s lip curled in time with my own. “Aw, poor thing.”

I clicked my tongue. “Didn’t get to cum. What a shame.”

“Ugh...” She complained. A couple of deep breaths relaxed her body, but her face was still screwed up. At last, she fully understood what she’d gotten herself into, and she didn’t like it one bit.

“What do you say?” I asked her.

“Hmmph. I’m sorry for being rude,” she sighed.

“Good.” I tossed the wand up once, caught it, and held it out to Adrian. “Your turn.”

He just looked at the thing. He hadn’t had enough of her feet yet, I supposed. “What, you don’t want to play? I’m sure Avett would be happy to take your place,” I said. Avett’s giddy expression substantiated my claim.

Adrian got slowly to his feet. “No, I’ll try.” He took the wand from me, gripping it awkwardly.

“Attaboy.” I ruffled his hair. “Go on, then. It won’t take long this time.”

He crawled between her legs, tucking his feet underneath him. Lily studied him, looking irritated. I smiled to myself. This was all just exceedingly entertaining.

“Avett, hold her other hip,” I instructed, gripping one myself. With Lily securely pinned, Adrian switched on the toy, testing its strength. His mannerisms reminded me more of a child playing with an action figure than an adult brandishing a Hitachi, but that was all the more amusing. Humming at the lowest setting, the wand reclaimed its place against Lily’s slit. She was moaning again in no time.

“Look at that,” I enthused. “I think she likes it, pet.” He couldn’t help but grin at me, proud of himself. “Maybe just a tad higher, love.” He adjusted the placement slightly. Her moans increased in volume. “There it is.”

Hearing the fruits of his labor and bearing witness to her pleasured form, Adrian’s confidence swelled enough to speak to her. “Does that feel good, Lil?”

“Uhhh-huhhh,” She muttered, her assent dissolving into jagged breaths. “Oh my God,” she gasped suddenly. “Sir!”

“Don’t ask me,” I said.

“ADRIAN!” She yelped. “Please!”

The boy jumped, removing the toy with haste. He switched it off. Lily collapsed against the mattress, panting.

“Oh, boo,” Avett griped. “She was barely even close that time.”

“She was, too,” Adrian argued, obstinate.

“You’ll have your turn, Avett,” I told him. “Lily?” She mumbled something incoherent. “What was that, miss?”

“I’m sorry for, uh...” She hesitated. “Closing the door.”

“Good girl.”

“She’s going out of order,” Avett said accusatorily.

My God. “Oh, shut up and take your turn.” I took the wand from Adrian and thrust it towards him.

He beamed. “Don’t mind if I do.” He leapt onto the bed, sending Adrian scuttling back to his place at Lily’s foot. Without affording her another moment of decompression, he switched on the vibrator to its highest setting and shoved it into her clit. She jumped, inhaling sharply. “Avett, that’s too high!”

“What?” He said, digging his fingers into her quaking thigh. “I can’t hear you.”

Unable to complain further, Lily just moaned. I went around to the head of the bed and stroked her hair. I spoke softly. “You’re doing a fantastic job, sweets. Just keep breathing for me.”

She sucked in gulps of air and expelled them quickly, focusing her every ounce of willpower to resist the throes of pleasure overcoming her. She was painfully sensitive now, and the whirring whine of the relentless wand did nothing to relieve her suffering.

“Does that feel good, princess?” Avett snarked.

“NO!” She screamed, writhing with a particularly palpable swathe of sensation. “Avett, stop!”

He clicked his tongue. “Tapping out already, are we?” He jiggled the toy against her clit, intensifying the stimulus.