Page 143 of The Oracle of Dusk

“Theron!” she cried when he tortured her again, leaving her wanting.

“Aurora,” he warned. “Trust me.”

“Please. I need…I need—”

“I know.” He opened the case and pulled out the smallest glass rod. “I’m a man of my word.”

He pressed it inside her, easing the ache, but only a fraction. Aurora bit her lip as he pressed his lips to her bud and sucked. When he pumped the rod inside her she came with a scream, bucking as she was finally rewarded with what she’d so desperately sought. As she was coming down from the high, her thighs trembling, he removed the first rod and slipped in the second, angling it to hit her just right.

“W-wait, Theron I need—”

“You need to come, Aurora, and you’ll do as you're told,” he growled.

The command sent a thrill through her. He pumped faster, teasing her bud with his tongue, sending her over the edge once more. A strangled sound escaped her lips as she arched against his tongue. Her inner walls clamped against the glass, but it wasn’t enough.

“More,” she moaned.

He pressed a hard kiss to her inner thigh.

“How could I refuse such pretty begging?”

Theron removed the second glass, kissing her curls as she shivered through the aftermath of her orgasm. He uncorked a bottle and poured some of the contents on the next toy. Just as before, without giving her time to recover, he slid the third rod inside her. It glided into her like silk. When he angled it though, it was more torture than ease. This time, he only used the rod, preferring instead to watch her as she gripped the sheets between her fists and met his every thrust with frantic need.

“So pretty when you’re needy,” he growled, increasing the pace of his thrusts.

The orgasm that hit her next left her breathless and more frustrated than before. It hadn’t been enough. She threw her arms over her eyes as she shook, her heart racing. He pumped the rod inside her lazily as she rode the last waves of her orgasm.

“B-bigger,” she croaked.

“That sounded like a demand,” he chastised her, removing the third rod.

“Please,” she begged.

“Better. Are you unsatisfied, my queen?”

“Mmm.” She nodded.

“Well, we can’t have that.”

She could hear the smile in his voice. He ducked out from between her legs and rummaged through his discarded clothes, snatching up his gold belt. He returned, closed her legs and tied the belt around her thighs. Thus confined, he poured lubricant over the fourth rod. He pushed her knees against her chest, holding them there as he pressed the glass against her folds, teasing her with the head. When he pushed it inside her this time, she felt a delicious stretch for the first time. She moaned.

“But Aurora, you never apologised for making demands.”

He withdrew the glass completely.

“I’m sorry,” she gasped bereft.

“That’s not going to be enough.” He shook his head. “No, if you want to apologise,” he began, pushing the fourth rod inside her with one brutal thrust, stealing her breath. “…you’ll grip this rod inside you without my help and you won’t let it move a single inch. If you can do that while I make you scream, I’ll forgive you. Do you want my forgiveness?”

She nodded vigorously. Aurora reached down to take hold of the rod when he stopped her.

“Ah ah. No hands.”

He wanted her to grip it with her inner muscles alone? Merciful Triad, she was going to fail. Without giving her a chance to think, he pressed his thumb to her bud, punishing her with slow, lazy circles, his eyes taunting her the whole while. She tried to concentrate on gripping the rod, but he’d made her wetter than she’d ever been in her life. Even with her knees belted together and pressed against her, it was already slipping. When her climax came moments later, she cried out his name.

“Oh, Aurora, I thought you wanted my forgiveness,” he taunted her, taking the fourth rod from inside her. “Do you know what happens to bad girls?”

She shook her head. But she was dying to find out.

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