When he finishes, Kest opens a palm to collect the floating stick. As he sets it down on the chamber floor, the room is so quiet I can hear it tap lightly on the hard surface. My bottom smolders like molten steel. I’m actually glad I can’t move, because if I could, I’m sure it would compound my pain even worse
“Apologize to the Council, pet,” says Kest. He steps back around me and traces his fingers over my punished cheeks. The slight contact feels like electric pinpricks, causing me to whine and cry out with every touch.
“I…”
My mouth opens, but I can’t get it to do anything more. Rage and bliss swirl through my body; sexually frustrated and humiliated, I want to erupt in tears, but I refuse to let them see such a display. More important, I don’t want them to know about the desire that’s grown within my warming core. I can’t deny it much longer—I can always feel it. Sometimes the pain overwhelms the odd sensation, but I’m sure it’s still there.
“We’re waiting,” Kest grunts, giving my ass another quick spank.
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